#ANYWAY RIDE W ME ON THE JOURNEY OF MORE SUCCESS

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[everybodyisfuckingnuts]

Everybody Is Fucking Nuts! (And If You Disagree, You're Probably Even More Fucking Nuts!)

If you don't think you are, just ask someone who knows you. Better yet, ask your browser history – it knows the real you.

It’s the only way you can explain what is going on in the World today!

Everybody is fucking nuts, so this one's for you – yes, YOU. To every human disaster who's ever eaten cake for breakfast and called it "adulting." Because guess what? That's fucking nuts, and it's beautiful.

To those who've turned their lives into a perpetual blooper reel – everybody is fucking nuts, and you're in good company. We're all just leaving behind a trail of embarrassing moments and that one gym membership card you've been meaning to use since 2019.

This isn't just a celebration of mediocrity – it's a high-five to the hot mess express we're all riding. Because everybody is fucking nuts, we're basically just sophisticated apes with anxiety and smartphones, held together by caffeine, wishful thinking, and that one pair of lucky underwear.

Preface

Let's get real: everybody is fucking nuts, and the self-help industry is banking on it. It's a giant machine powered by green smoothies and positive affirmations, promising to turn you from one kind of nuts into a more socially acceptable kind of nuts.

But here's the thing – everybody is fucking nuts in their own special way. Some people organize their sock drawer by color, others talk to their houseplants, and some actually enjoy running marathons (seriously, what's that about?).

Introduction

Everybody is fucking nuts. And if you're sitting there thinking, "Not me!" – congratulations, you're probably the nuttiest of the bunch. We're all walking contradictions: we'll spend two hours picking the perfect Netflix show only to fall asleep fifteen minutes in. That's fucking nuts!

The Myth of Self-improvement

Remember: everybody is fucking nuts, including those self-help gurus selling you the dream of perfection. The self-improvement industry is like that overachieving cousin who won't stop posting about their CrossFit journey – exhausting, slightly annoying, and making everyone feel vaguely inadequate.

Social media doesn't help. It's basically a highlight reel of everyone pretending they're not fucking nuts. News flash: behind every perfect Instagram post is someone who took 47 photos and still used three filters. That's fucking nuts!

The Definition of Success (Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being Fucking Nuts)

Society's definition of success is like a really bad recipe: take one part material wealth, add two parts status anxiety, sprinkle with burnout, and garnish with a luxury car payment you can't afford. Blend until your soul hurts. Everybody is fucking nuts for buying into this!

The Loneliness of Trying to Pretend You're Not Fucking Nuts

Here's the truth: everybody is fucking nuts, but some people are just better at hiding it. Striving for perfection is like being in a one-person cult where you're both the leader and the follower. That's fucking nuts!

The Liberation of Embracing Your Inner Nuts

There's something beautifully liberating about accepting that everybody is fucking nuts. It's like finally taking off those uncomfortable "fancy" shoes at the end of a long night – suddenly, you can breathe again, wiggle your toes, and stop pretending that pain is fashion.

When you embrace that you're fucking nuts, magical things happen:

You stop apologizing for being human (because everybody is fucking nuts anyway)

You start finding your weird quirks endearing rather than embarrassing

You realize that your cat has been judging you this whole time because, yes, even your cat knows everybody is fucking nuts

The Path Forward (Or Sideways, Or Whatever Direction Your Nuts Take You)

Maybe the secret to life isn't about becoming perfect. Maybe it's about accepting that everybody is fucking nuts, and that's exactly how it should be. We're all slightly broken toys in the cosmic playroom, doing our best with what we've got. Some of us are missing pieces, others have scratch marks, and a few of us make weird noises when you press our buttons – but that's what makes us interesting.

So here's to being perfectly imperfect. To having a Netflix "Continue Watching" list that's judging you harder than your mother-in-law. To considering "didn't text your ex last night" a personal victory. To being gloriously, unapologetically, fundamentally fucking nuts.

Because at the end of the day, we're all just trying our best to adult while secretly wondering if anyone else notices that we have no idea what we're doing. (Spoiler alert: they don't notice because – you guessed it – everybody is fucking nuts!)

And maybe, just maybe, that's exactly how it's supposed to be. Because in a world where everybody is fucking nuts, the only sane response is to embrace the chaos and enjoy the ride.

Remember: Everybody is fucking nuts! (If you've made it this far and still disagree, you're fucking nuts.)

[ofstoriesandstardust]

Just Friends-Harry Potter

a/n: this takes place in an au where james and lily survived, remus and sirius are happily married with a kid (yes i love wolfstar okay), Lupin was always the DADA professor, and the biggest issue is falling in love with your best friend. Hufflepuff reader. this was 100% inspired by a tik tok I saw. enjoy. 

masterlist | prompt list

warnings: sort of angsty

word count: 2,558

You had been best friends with Harry for as long as you could remember. You two were only less than a month apart, but Harry never failed to remind you he was *technically* older. Your dads, Sirius and Remus, had stayed friends with James and Lily Potter following graduation from Hogwarts and after the war had ended, the two couples raised their kids side by side. You and Harry had learned how to play Quidditch together, got into trouble together, and had so many sleepovers, it’s almost like you were siblings. You both received your Hogwarts letter together, went wand shopping together, and as you began your journey on Platform 9¾, you weren’t so frightened knowing you had your best friend next to you. On the train, you met Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and you knew in that moment, you and Harry had met two more to join the friendship. You watched as Hermione got sorted in Gryffindor, and you smiled briefly at your Dad as you sat on the stool, ready for the hat to tell you that you’d be following your dad’s legacy into the house of bravery. So when the Sorting Hat announced you as a Hufflepuff, the shock on both Harry’s face along with your Dad’s was evident. The house clad in yellow cheered for you as you took a seat at their table. You watched with disappointment as both Harry and Ron got sorted into Gryffindor. However, your fears of being left behind were forgotten, when the trio joined you for breakfast the following morning. When you asked why Harry would rather sit with you than his new housemates, he simply shrugged and said “I like you better anyways”. 

And so it was. You and Harry went through life at Hogwarts together, different houses and all. You were still there to cheer each other on for every Quidditch match, even when you were both playing against each other. You went to Hogsmeade with each other, and spent every Christmas together, even as your celebrations grew larger to include the Longbottom, Weasley, and Granger family. As you went into your fourth year, however, you began to realize that you looks at Harry lingered a little longer, you got butterflies every time he smiled at you, and you always longed to be near him. You thought you had been good at hiding your feelings, but all it took was the Portkey trip to the Quidditch World Cup before Cedric Diggory, captain of your Quidditch team, was on to you. Hermione and Ginny weren’t that far behind him either. But you knew that Harry had a thing for Cho Chang, and even if he didn’t, you had grown up together. All he would ever see you as was just a friend, just a sister. As the Yule Ball neared closer, you were left without a date, secretly holding out hope Harry would ask you. But, alas, he didn’t, and you were stuck going dateless. As the night progressed, you busied yourself dancing with your Hufflepuff friends, ignoring the group of Gryffindors. Eventually though, you pulled yourself away from your friends to grab a drink. As you made your way over to the refreshments, you were met by Harry. You smiled at him, noting how handsome he looked in his dress robes. “You look gorgeous (Y/N).” He said, taking your hand. 

You tried to swallow your butterflies as you choked out a “Thanks. You look good too.” He let go of your hand and you tried to be disappointed at the sudden lack of warmth. “Where’s your date?” You asked, looking around the Great Hall for her. He shrugged. 

“No clue. Yours?”

You sighed and turned back to the refreshments. “Didn’t get asked. It’s okay though. I’m having a lot of fun with my friends.” 

“Well, uhm, in that case, could I possibly.. steal you for a dance?” Your eyes widened as you realized what he was asking. You nodded, not trying to seem too eager. Cedric gave you a thumbs up from across the room, and you rolled your eyes. Harry led you out on to the dance floor, and as you danced, you became surprised at how good he was at dancing. As the dance came to an end, you didn’t want to let go. Just as you were about to open your mouth to thank him for the dance, he blurted out “Ron dared me to ask you to dance.” You pulled away, shock seeping through your system. 

“W-what?”

“Ron dared me to ask you to dance. He seems to think... and... we’re just- just friends.” He said, and you had to blink back tears. 

“Right. Just friends.” You said thickly. “Uhm, thanks for the dance. I’m going to call it a night, I think.” You said, turning away from the boy, trying so hard to hide how hurt you were. It was only once you were safely back in your Common Room, that you let the tears fall free. 

-

The next few months passed by in a blur, with the Tournament and Cedric’s win. You and Harry were still friends following the dance, and you both seemed to silently agree to never speak of what had happened that night. But as time continued, you could feel the strain on your friendship. You had fallen in love with your best friend without even realizing it. So, when you began your 5th year, you spoke to Hermione quietly in an abandoned hallway one night on Prefect rounds. “I don’t think Harry and I can be friends anymore.” You said softly. You had been having this thought all summer, because every time you looked at Harry, your heart clenched in pain, and you knew it was all your fault, because you had been stupid enough to fall in love with your best friend. But really, who could blame you? When you looked at him, it was like nothing else mattered. Hermione looked at you curiously. But this was the first time you had spoken those words out loud, and they hurt. 

“He’s your best friend.” 

“Yes, and I went and fell in love with him. ‘Mione, every time I look at him, all I see is what can’t be, because all he will ever see me as is a friend, as his sister. And I can’t- I can’t keep hurting like this.” Hermione stayed silent for a few moments, clearly thinking over her response. 

“Have you considered telling him?” She asked softly. 

“It would ruin everything.” You said flatly. 

“If this what you think will be best for you, then I support that. Ron and I will miss having you around though.”

“You know this doesn’t mean we can’t be friends anymore, right?”

“I know, but if you aren’t friends with Harry anymore, then.. we’ll just see a lot less of you, that’s all.” You took her words in, thinking about how you were going to miss all the late night chess games with Ron, the studying sessions with Hermione, the pranks with the twins, the trips to Hogsmeade with Dean and Seamus, and the time spent in the greenhouse with Neville. The rest of your rounds were quiet, as you knew tomorrow would change everything. 

-

And slowly, things did change. You distanced yourself from the group of Gryffindors, focusing on your team (you had been chosen to replace Cedric as Captain; a success you had celebrated with Harry) and your Prefect duties, along with your studies. And suddenly, you and Harry didn’t talk anymore. When you went home for Christmas, your Dad’s were surprised at how... little you spoke to each other. Remus had been noticing how you began to spend less and less time with Harry and friends over the term but didn’t know what to do or say. On your last night home, you sat in the living room staring into the fire as Remus read a book and Sirius set up a game of Wizarding Chess. “Dad?” You asked softly. Sirius hummed in response, acknowledging your question.  “How did you know when you found the one?” 

He looked up at you. “When I looked at your Dad, it was like nothing else mattered. I knew he would see me through everything, good and bad, life or death, and I knew I’d do the same for him. There was a war raging outside our walls, but even for just a few moments, all that mattered that he was okay, and that he was there with me.” You nodded a few more minutes of silence passed. “Why are you asking kiddo?”

“I was stupid and went and fell in love with my best friend.” Well, might as well admit it to them. “And every time I look at him, all I see is what I can’t have, and everyone always tells me to just tell him, because he probably feels the same, but I’m such a coward-”. 

“Hey, you aren’t a coward. You are one of the bravest people I know, and I’m not just saying that cause you’re my kid.” Sirius said sharply. 

“It takes a lot of courage to be kind, and you’re the kindest person I’ve met.” Remus added softly. “But of course you are, because I raised you.” You laughed a little, a small smile reaching your face. 

“I can be kind and brave and a million other things, and it doesn’t change the fact that he still sees me as his sister.” 

“Maybe, maybe not. But you’ll never know if you aren’t honest with him.” Sirius said. 

“If I’m honest with him, I could lose him forever.” 

“You already are.” Remus said. “(Y/N), I used to have all these thoughts about your Dad. About how I would never be good enough for him, how he’d never want me, how we’d be better off not being friends at all. And I almost lost him forever because of it.” You looked up at him. “(Y/N), if we’re speaking about who I think we’re speaking of, he’s a good kid, and even a better friend. He won’t look at you different for being honest with him, especially for a feeling I believe he reciprocates. But you’re gonna lose him forever, if you keep telling yourself it’s best if you stay away.” 

-

Your Dad’s words echoed in your head on the train ride back to school. As you sat in the Prefect compartment with Ron and Hermione, all you could think about was those words. As the compartment emptied as people took turns doing rounds, it left you with Ron and Hermione, and your fellow Hufflepuff Prefect, Ernie, who had long known about your crush on Harry. “I think I’m gonna tell him.” The compartment fell quiet all attention directed at you. You shifted uncomfortably under their shocked gazes. “Unless, you don’t think I should.” 

“Finally!” Hermione exclaimed. 

“Mione!″ You exclaimed and she laughed. 

“Well, it took you long enough.” Ron said. You stared at them dumbfounded and turned to look at Ernie. 

“Remember to invite me to the wedding when you become Mrs. Potter.” Ernie said, joining in the laughter. 

“You sure put a lot of faith in the fact that he’s going to feel the same way.” 

“If Harry doesn’t feel the same way, then I will personally make sure you get an A on your next Ancient Runes essay.” 

“I’m gonna hold you to that Granger.” You said , as laughter broke out through the compartment. Damn, did you hope they were right.

-

You had wanted to speak to Harry tonight, because if you didn’t soon, you felt as though you may throw up. However, he had disappeared after the meal and you trudged solemnly back to your Common Room after a failed attempt to find him in his Common Room. Suddenly, you were being yanked into an abandoned classroom, and you were pretty sure this was how you’d die. You let out a sigh of relief after realizing it was just Harry. Just Harry. A million thoughts and emotions flooded your body that you thought you would be sick. Harry, however, clearly had something he wanted to discuss. “Why haven’t you been speaking to me?” He asked, clearly upset. 

“I- I don’t-”

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been avoiding me ever since we started school this year. What happened? Is- is it something I did?” The decision to tell him suddenly seemed to fly out the window and you found yourself lying through your teeth. 

“I’ve just been busy Harry.” He sighed in frustration. 

“You know, if you didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, you could’ve at least been honest with me.” You sighed and begin to walk towards the door. “We went from being best friends and now you can’t even look me in the eye. Some friend you are.” He called after you. You felt yourself tear up, and you turned back towards him. 

“You’re damn right I can’t look you in the eye anymore. Because when I look at you, all I see is everything I know I can’t have, everything that I know you’ll never feel.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You don’t get it, do you? I love you, more than just as a friend. I’m in love with you and you have no idea how hard it is to be in love with someone you’ll only ever be just friends with.” Harry just looked at you and so you kept talking because if the silence continued, you thought you’d cry harder. “So I distanced myself from you, because I thought it would make things hurt less, but this hurts more, because I miss you and I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you but I was so scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way, which clearly you don’t-”

“Hey, hey, hey, who said I didn’t feel the same way?” Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. “Remember the Yule Ball? Ron dared me to dance with you because he thought that if I did, I’d admit how I felt. I’ve felt the same way for a long time. I just didn’t want to lose you.”

“I didn’t want to lose you either.” you said softly. He chuckled. 

“What a mess we’ve gotten ourselves into, it seems.” You both stood close together, Harry’s hand on your cheek, wiping away the last of your tears with his thumb. His other hand was on your waist. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, connecting your lips to his. The kiss was better than you ever thought it would feel, as all those butterflies tripled and it seemed as though everything seemed to stop for those few moments. Harry pulled away after a few moments, careful not to push it. “I’d like to do that a lot more, if you’ll let me.” His forehead rested against yours as he rubbed small circles onto your waist. 

“I’d love to let you do that some more.” You said softly, gazing into his eyes. “I love you.” Something flickered across Harry’s face that you couldn’t quite place. 

“I love you too.” He said, softly, a smile gracing his features. You hugged him tightly, thankful to have your best friend back, but this time, as the person you loved. 

[amarauder]

chapter one - percy jackson x reader

| percy’s journey to the top of the world

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A/N; I am really really really excited to share this all with you! I have actually already wrote the whole thing and I am just editing it now as I post the chapters. I feel like I have finally perfected Percy's personality, damn that took way too long. But I feel like this is definitely my best writing piece yet.. So, I hope you enjoy and I apologize in advance for Thalia's personality. I kept re-writing everything she did but at the end I never felt like it was right and it was taking too much time so I just left it as it is. Thank you for reading! :)

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It was Leo's idea to go to the fair, and with much credit all of his spastic and vociferous pleadings, he managed to annoy everyone else into agreeing to tag along. Percy's mostly going because Luke is going, and Luke is mostly going because Thalia said she might make an appearance. Typical, Percy thinks, watching his best friend glance around in what he believes to be a casual way.

It's not that Percy hates fairs—he loves them, really; he delights in the bright lights and the laughter that seems to push at his ears from all sides. It's a happy place, or at least somewhere people go to be happy, and it's the kind of atmosphere Percy would stay in forever if he could. There are few things Percy loves more than happy people, and the variety of fried food at his disposal is nothing if not a plus.

Never let it be said that Percy doesn't like the way fairs make him feel. But let it be known far and wide that he won't touch those rides that shoot up a million feet in the air, nor will he mess with the ones that spin in circles so quickly, he feels sick just from looking at them.

Percy and the guys lap the fairgrounds twice before they decide to start out easy with the Pharaoh ride. Percy doesn't like that one—doesn't like the sensation of flying anymore than actually flying—so he decides to stand near the exit holding two big jackets and one watered down Mountain Dew. He almost regrets coming. He's never been a huge fan of fair rides save the Ferris wheel and Tilt-A-Whirl, but it's better than spending his Friday night doing the homework due Monday, he guesses.

The guys get off the ride, all of their hair sticking up in a few different directions. Luke ruffles Percy's hair up for good measure, then they all dash off to the Ring of Fire.

Percy stares up at it, contemplating; it would be totally safe to drape all of their belongings over the fence surrounding the ride, of course, so there doesn't have to be a man left behind every time they ride something. Not to mention the fact that Percy bought the unlimited riding wristband alongside everyone else, even if most of the rides are far too dangerous for his taste.

"You coming?" Luke questions, a few steps away. Percy opens his mouth and closes it, and even though he doesn't say anything, his best friend still understands somehow. "Hey, if you're not up to it, it's fine. I know you get a little... you know."

Percy, predictably, feels like a loser—like the one teenager in all of the park who doesn't want to do something reckless, who doesn't like the way wind feels on his face. "I think I'll go get something to eat. Meet you guys after?"

Luke smiles kindly and pats him on the shoulder. "Of course. I'll make sure we ride the Ferris wheel before the night's over, too. I know you like that the most."

Percy gives a short nod, seeing a few more people saunter up to the Ring of Fire. "You better hurry before all the seats are filled."

It takes him a while to find a place that has any hot chocolate left, since it's past eleven and most families have already come and gone after consuming the majority of the fair's supply of warm drinks. It's not much, just chocolate mix poured into some hot water, and the marshmallows have already melted into little white dots of foam, but it cheers Percy up anyways. After all, he's drinking hot chocolate while all of his friends are upside down on a death trap of a ride.

Someone bumps into him from behind and Percy hears a chorus of laughter before he turns. His hand hurts a little, since some hot chocolate spilled upon the collision, but it's not something he can't handle.

"Sorry," the person says, their head turned away from him. Their presence feels familiar—like maybe he's been around them before, like maybe he's heard their voice or their laugh. "My friends are a little... pushy."

Percy smiles at what might or might not have been a pun. "It's fine," he answers, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. It's still boiling hot. His unintended assailant turns away from their friends to look at him, finally, and Percy nearly spits.

"Oh, Percy," Y/N says, pleasantly surprised. "Haven't seen you for a while, partner."

Percy's chest hurts a little, and he's not sure if it's from the scalding hot chocolate or the h/c haired girl in front of him. "Yeah, it's been a while since—"

"Since chemistry, sophomore year," she interrupts, and Percy nods. "Yeah, that was a fun class. I always liked chemistry." He must make a face, because Y/N laughs at him, pretty pink lips parting to show white teeth. Percy is momentarily entranced. "I can't remember you liking it half as much as I did."

"Was a little miserable," Percy admits, though it's an understatement. He was awful at chemistry, barely scraping by with Ds. The only good thing about the class was Y/N—smart, wonderful Y/N who helped him through the vast majority of the worksheets that might as well have been in another language, for all of Percy's understanding of the subject.

"Well, at least you passed, so it's over and done with now," she says, a small smile still tugging at her lips. Percy watches as she zips up her jacket, conscious of the fact that he left his in his car. He kind of wishes he didn't, just so he could have something to tuck his face into, or at the very least serve as a distraction.

"Guess I have you to thank for that," he replies, smiling back tightly when Y/N beams. He's seen her almost every day at school for the past four years, and the only time he's ever talked to her is when they were chemistry lab partners for what might have been the best 40 weeks of his life. There was the occasional hello when they ran into each other during assemblies since, but other than that, Percy hadn't gathered the guts to make it abundantly clear to Y/N that he wants to be her friend. (And he does want to be her friend—Y/N's a good ally to have, for one, and he also feels both smarter and less intelligent just by standing near her. She gives him good vibes. Percy's always loved people like that.)

It looks like Y/N's about to say something, and Percy's prepared to hang onto every word she utters, but one of her friends clears their throat without a hint of subtlety. "Oh, right," Y/N says, like she can't believe herself for being so rude. "This is Percy, guys. And that's Piper, Annabeth, Hazel, and—"

"Thalia," Percy says with a knowing smile, eyes catching on the shortest of the group. "Luke is looking for you."

"Of course he is," one of the girls says, but Percy isn't sure who. Thalia blushes a little, tucking a chunk of her short, dark hair behind her ear.

"I was actually about to go find them, if you want to come with?" Percy was mostly directing the question towards Thalia, but all of the girls take it as an invitation. They begin to walk; Y/N stays closer to him while the other girls drag a little behind.

"So..." Y/N clears her throat, and Percy wishes he would paid attention during his mom's silly romantic comedies on movie night. Maybe then he'd know how to talk to a girl. "Having fun?"

Percy nods immediately, swirling his hot chocolate and carefully stepping over a bundle of thick cords stretching across the walkway. There's a lot of things Percy wants to do in front of Y/N, but most of them involve impressing her and not tripping face-first into the cold, wet grass. "Yeah, I guess. You?"

She shrugs and her elbow hits his. Percy tries his best not to grin at that, but he's never been one for success. "I'm not a huge fan of fairs, personally, but I was physically dragged from my home tonight by them." She tips her head back, gesturing to her friends, and Percy smiles a little. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Percy says, raising his eyebrows at her. "Just—no parties to attend? Dates to run off on? Family dinners to sit through?"

"That was sophomore year," Y/N says on a sigh. It sounds mostly relieved, but maybe a little wistful, too."I'm a little more boring now. I read a lot."

"That's—" Percy searches for a word. "Um, that's good. Reading is good for you."

Y/N sends him an amused look. "Do you read, Percy?"

He knows she's teasing him, and he can feel his cheeks heating up. "A—sometimes. A little."

"What's your favorite book?"

"I—" Percy wishes he had a title in his mind—something impressive, something that would make Y/N look at him like she's surprised, but happy he said something. "Um, The Edge of Us?"

Y/N raises an eyebrow, directly translating to an unspoken are you messing with me? Percy keeps a straight face. "By whom?"

"Sally... Jackson," Percy says, admitting defeat.

Y/N snorts, her eyes closing briefly as she laughs at him. "Your mother's book? Really?"

"Well, I didn't have a proper answer!" Percy says, laughing with her. "I figured I could at least promo my mom when I had the chance."

"Unbelievable," Y/N says, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling, and holding his gaze. Percy breaks it first, idly scratching his chest and staring down at his toes. Y/N's no less blinding than she was two years ago.

"There you are, Percy," Luke says appearing on Percy's other side. He leans past him, waving at Y/N. "Hey, you. Doing alright?"

Y/N nods, hair falling to cover her eyes. She shoves them out of the way with a hint of frustration, and Percy has a feeling he's not supposed to find that somewhat cute. "And you? I heard you were looking for a certain someone."

"I absolutely was not," Luke says, though not without a less than amicable clap on Percy's back. Percy smiles serenely at his best friend, nodding to Thalia as if to say, go get 'em, Tiger. "I'll talk to you two later."

He goes to Thalia, after that, and Percy and Y/N share a smug smile. They always were a good team, even back in their chemistry lab days. "They're going to date, aren't they?" Percy questions quietly, watching Luke shrug off his jacket for Thalia as she rubs her arms to warm herself up.

"Of course they are," Y/N says, a little fond.

"Hey, guys, we're going to go hit the Double Shot," Leo calls from where he stands between Hazel and Annabeth, arms reached out to wrap around both of the girls' shoulders. They both look vaguely annoyed but mostly indifferent to Leo's lady-killer antics.

"I think I'll pass," Percy says, at the same time Y/N says, "I hate that one."

"Right, well you two can wallow in your utter lame-ity," Jason says, sending them a smile to let them know that he doesn't mean it. "We'll catch up soon."

"Lame-ity isn't a word, Jason," Y/N informs him with an eye roll, her cheeks a little pink from the cold. Percy looks away, letting his eyes fall on the nearest spinning ride to distract himself. "Call us if you need us."

"Will do," Jason replies, saluting them before he jogs ahead to pounce on Leo's back, nearly making him, along with Hazel and Annabeth, fall. They laugh, and Percy smiles at the group.

"It's been a while since we all hung out," Y/N notes, and Percy nods. Sure, they've met up in pairs and trios here and there, but it's been a long time since they had the whole gang.

"Would have been the year before the last, right? During that trip to the museum." The trip where we got lost because we sneaked off to the Greek and Roman section while everyone else stayed on the tour. You talked us out of getting in trouble with our teacher.

"That was a fun field trip," Y/N says, glancing up at him. She doesn't say so, but he knows she remembers wandering off together just as much as he does.

"Really fun," Percy agrees, pointlessly. He remembers Y/N reaching out to touch a marble statue of Athena, and he remembers not bothering to mention that they weren't allowed to touch the exhibits, just because Y/N looked so full of curiosity.

"Are you still going to go to school for that?" Y/N asks now, just as curious as she was at the museum. "I know it means a lot to you."

Percy shrugs shyly. "Might minor in it."

She smiles to herself, shaking her head. "You do realize that you almost never speak in full sentences, right?"

"Didn't realize," Percy says, then he gives a sheepish smile. "Oh. Guess I do. I mean, I guess I do."

They both laugh for a second, falling quiet just quickly enough to make Percy feel awkward. He wishes he had more to say, if only to keep Y/N from regretting she stayed back with him.

"How are you?" Percy asks, after a while, when they've stopped to watch a ride as it spins in rapid circles, eliciting screams from those on it. He's heard that a lot of fair rides make people feel alive—give them a rush. They really just make Percy feel sick.

"I'm alright, a little cold. Aren't you cold?"

Percy shrugs. His sweater is thick enough, for the most part, and he's wearing another long sleeve shirt underneath it. "'S fine. But, uh, how are you overall? Not just right now, but in general?" I remember you had a tough time with your parents sophomore year. I hope it's worked itself out.

"I'm... Better." She nods to herself, raising her eyebrows when a particularly high-pitched scream interrupts her. "Mom and Dad got divorced the summer of sophomore year."

Percy's heart sinks for her, and he drops his eyes to the patchy grass, digging the toe of his shoe into the dirt. "That—That really sucks. And I'm sorry that you had to go through it."

"It's not your fault, Percy," Y/N says, nothing but genuine. "Thank you, though."

There's a lull in the conversation, and Percy feels like he's dampened her mood, like Y/N's whole night might be ruined if he doesn't do something about it.

"You like the Ferris wheel?" Percy finds himself asking, without really thinking too much about the implications of the words.

"I can't say I'm the biggest fan of heights," Y/N says, almost apologetic.

Percy nods immediately. "I know the feeling, believe me. Nearly died of fear when I first got on a plane." He gives a little self-deprecating chuckle, remembering the irritated sighs of the woman beside him, the stewardess who hovered by his side for a good portion of the flight, making sure that he didn't get sick on other fliers. "Like the Ferris wheel, though. Good view."

"Riveting as your sentence fragments are," Y/N says with a smirk, "I'd really like to get some cotton candy."

"I'll walk with you," Percy offers, half because he doesn't want her to go alone and half because he doesn't want to be alone.

"Thanks," Y/N replies, pushing her hands inside her jacket pockets. "It sucks to be alone at places like these, I'd think."

Percy hums like he agrees, though he isn't really sure what she means. "It would be lonely."

"You're a man of even fewer words than I remember." She sounds a lot teasing and a little something else, but Percy has trouble pinning it down.

"It was chemistry," he tries to explain. "I had a lot of questions. And I was a sophomore, which means I was at least double the amount of annoying I am now. Probably talked your ear off."

"Either you didn't, or I didn't mind," Y/N responds, nudging him with her elbow. "There's the guys, over there, if you want to join them. I can walk the rest of the way myself."

Percy opens up his mouth to tell her that it's fine, that he doesn't mind spending a few more minutes by her side, but then he realizes the nearest food stand is maybe five feet away and he might come off as a little, well, stupid. He nods. "Alright. I'll see you."

He comes up behind Luke and shoves his cold hand beneath his best friend's collar, laughing when Luke jumps a good foot in the air. "You fucker," Luke says, distrust in his eyes.

"It was just an excuse to fondle you, simmer down," Percy jokes, rolling his eyes at his friend. "How was the—what was it, Double Shot?"

"Absolutely terrifying," Luke says with a manic little grin. "But, that's the fun in it, I guess. Not knowing when you're about to plummet to the bottom of the ride. Nothing gets the blood pumping like the potential for death."

"Someone's feeling morbid tonight," Thalia says mildly, giving Luke a bewildered look. He shrugs, offering up an explanation of marathoning scary movies with Nico the weekend before.

"The fair closes at 1 AM," Jason announces to the group at large. "We can probably hit, like, three more rides with all of the lines."

"Ferris wheel last," Percy suggests. "That's all I care about."

"Yes, Percy, we know about your weird obsession with the lamest ride here."

Percy frowns at Leo. "It's not lame—"

"Just clichéd," Y/N puts in, appearing next to Annabeth. Percy narrows his eyes at her while she innocently pulls off a little cloud of cotton candy. "It's not a bad thing; it just is."

"At least my ride has a lower death rate," Percy grumbles, and either no one hears him or they don't believe it deserves a response.

Someone drops a mention of Gravitron, and it's only a few minutes before their group stands before the spaceship-like ride, chatting among themselves while they wait for their turn. Percy watches the ride spin with nauseating rapidity, eventually turning to watch a guy throw rings at bottles in an attempt to win some cheap stuffed animal that'll probably start threading in a week.

The child at his heel squeals in delight when she gets one of the smallest prizes available, the man only managing to land one ring on a bottleneck, and Percy can't remember being that grateful as a child. She's got to be a good kid, one of those that people never mind having around, regardless of age and whether or not they like children at all.

"What are you thinking about so deeply over here?" Y/N says from somewhere behind him. Percy glances over his shoulder, and when he looks back to the booth, the man and his kid are nowhere to be seen.

"Nothing, just didn't want to look at the ride anymore. It was making me kind of dizzy." Percy nearly smacks his palm to his forehead, feeling weak and idiotic for admitting that he's pretty squeamish, as far as fast moving objects and heights go. Pop in the goriest movie you can think of, and Percy will barely blink an eye, but threaten to push him on the Ring of Fire and he'll probably faint before you can even escort him to his seat.

"It's actually fun, I promise," Y/N says. "You don't really feel the spinning because you're going so fast."

"Ugh," Percy mutters, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand. "How do people get a kick out of this stuff, honestly?"

Y/N hums in agreement, glancing at the line to make sure their group doesn't go on without her. "I've gathered that Luke is a bit of an amusement park junkie?"

"He is." Percy remembers the eighth grade field trip to Busch Gardens, and the swim team trip to Universal Studios. Luke certainly has a thing for adrenaline. "I think the feeling reminds him of performing."

"He performs?"

"Yeah, like, in a band."

"Oh." Y/N scuffs her foot on the ground. "Who else is in the band?"

"I was, originally," Percy mentions off-handedly. "But that was a long time ago. It's just him, Nico, and this college drop-out Luke now. They're really good."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. I just decided I didn't want to be in it anymore, since I didn't contribute a whole lot. I still help Luke with songwriting here and there, though."

"I meant, like," Y/N gestures like she isn't sure how to word what she's saying. "Did you play an instrument, or...?"

"Oh!" Percy coughs even if his throat doesn't have an itch, pulling his long sleeves down until they're about mid-palm. "Mostly guitar. Sang a teensy bit, but not much more than that. Luke is better at guitar than I am. And, well, you've heard his voice, I'm sure. Sounds like a damn angel. But, like, a manly, sexier one." Oh, God, Percy thinks, in absolute dismay. What am I even saying?

"A manly, sexy angel," Y/N muses. "An apt description. I had no clue angels had access to so much hair dye."

Percy laughs so hard, his ribs hurt a little. Y/N laughs, too, but mostly she just looks happy that she made him laugh. Percy finds that it's easy to remember why he wanted—wants—to be Y/N's friend as bad as he does.

"You'll miss your ride," he says after his chuckles have mostly died out. There's still a small smile that won't leave his face.

"I've been on it before," Y/N responds with a one-shouldered shrug, seemingly unconcerned. "I'd much rather talk about manly and sexy angels."

"What have I done?" Percy asks, rubbing his forehead, pretending to be a lot more regretful than he really is. Percy doesn't really mind when Y/N teases him, or, at least, he doesn't mind as much as he should. "I'm not going to live this down, am I?"

"Of course not," Y/N says easily. "Where would the fun be in that?"

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| masterlist

[gaycrouton]

Idk if you still want one-word prompts, but I think you should do a short fic for each of the five senses

In a Sense -OR- The Effect of Dana Scully on Fox Mulder: A Journey of Arousal Through the Senses

Sight

She was gorgeous, that much was obvious. He would have probably used the word ‘cute’ to describe her at the beginning of their partnership - baggy suits, scruffy bangs, a shroud of innocence that followed her around. He wasn’t sure what had happened somewhere down the line, but fuck. She was, without a shadow of doubt, the most attractive woman he’d ever seen. And he had to be less than a foot away from her day in and day out.

To say it occasionally distracted him would be an understatement.

90, okay, 70 percent of the time he was able to reel it in without her noticing. While she looked stunning, he’d never want her to lump him in with all the other guys who ignored her brains for her beauty. It happened so frequently that it’d almost become a game between them; everytime a man’s stare lingered too long, when she was called any type of garden variety pet name, when someone asked him if she was single - they would send each other amused smirks and continue about their day unaffected.

How he wished to be unaffected right now.

It was over a hundred degrees and the air conditioning in their rental was sporadic to say the least. Scully’d been miserable the entire ride, but was refraining from saying anything to make him feel worse than he already did. Then, like a gift from the gods, a small ice cream stand emerged in the distance and he pulled over immediately.

“Mulder, what are you-oh thank god,” she beamed as the sign came more into view. He’d initially been so proud of this spontaneous gesture, but he hadn’t realized it meant he’d have to sit across from Scully as she, unintentionally, lewdly ate the ice cream cone. A vision that was immediately stored away in his file of fantasies was not one he particularly wanted to face right now.

She got a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on a cone and he swore to god he’d never seen anything more pornographic. Her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure every time her extended, bubblegum pink tongue lapped at the dessert. She even let out some hums of contentment as a small smile graced her lips, a small smile beamed at him as if he was the sole cause of her happiness. He should do this more often.

Since it was so hot, she’d taken off her light jacket to reveal she was in a thin, spaghetti tank top, revealing the creamy skin of her freckled arms to the brightness of the sun. She almost looked like she was glowing.

She couldn’t eat faster than the ice cream was melting, so a steady line dripped down her forearm while another drop landed on her chest, slowly making its way down to the valley of her breasts, disappearing in between the two mounds.

Jesus Christ.

He watched in stunned awe as she stuck out her tongue and licked the length of her forearm, a move that made his cock twitch painfully against his straining pants. Then, as if her sole goal was to torture him, she reached down into her cleavage and gathered the sticky drips onto her fingers before sucking it off.

“Mulder, you’re dripping,” she stated, gesturing to him.

“W-what?”

“Here,” she muttered, leaning forward. She slid her wet finger up the length of his forearm and pulled back to reveal a glob of chocolate. She stuck it in her mouth too, her cheeks hollowing from the suction, before laughing breathily with a coy smile, as if embarrassed by her bold action.

They had to sit there for twenty minutes after finishing so he could calm himself down from seeing her like that.

Smell

“Can I borrow your shower stuff?” she asked, adorned in a thick fluffy robe and coming up to his shoulders without her usual heels.

“Why?” he asked, simply curious.

She bit her lip before answering in an almost shy expression. “I, um, forgot mine and I didn’t want to use the hotel stuff because I know yours smells better.”

“Oh is that right?” he asked, teasing her but going to gather his stuff anyway.

“I mean, you just- I like your stuff,” she shrugged, playing with the wood of the doorway while watching him.

He made his way over to her, arms filled with his hair care and body wash and handed it over to her clumsily. As their hands were grazing each other, he huskily whispered, “Agent Scully, are you implying that you like my scent?”

She rolled her eyes, but he didn’t miss the way her cheeks reddened. “Shut up, Mulder.”

The next day he had a hard time focusing on anything other than that Dana Scully smelled like him. It’s how he’d imagined she’d smell if they had sex, a little of him on her, a little of her on him. He could tell she liked it too because she seemed to conveniently forget her shower supplies a lot more after that.

He didn’t know if it elicited the same reaction for her that it did for him, but he knew he spent a lot of time in the shower with his dick in his hand thinking about how it smelt on her.

Hearing

In his defense, he was already touching himself before she called. If his gauging was correct, he had been about two minutes away from reaching the part in his mental fantasy where Scully twitched and convulsed around him, which was without a doubt where he would have finished. But instead

Riiiing Riiing

His hands stilled, one mid-pump on his shaft and the other squeezing his balls, as he contemplated letting it go. However, he turned over and saw the subject of his fantasy was calling and it felt impolite to ignore real Scully in favor of dream Scully. Keeping one hand gripping his shaft, he reached over and grabbed the phone.

“Hey, Scully. What’s up?” he should have taken a moment to collect himself before saying anything because he sounded like he was running a mile.

“Mulder, are you okay?” her concern voice rang into his ear.

“Uh, y-yeah. I just got back from a run,” he lied, desperate to divert his attention. “Is everything alright?”

She paused, as if deliberating with herself whether to press him on the lie she didn’t believe or let him off, luckily for him she decided on the latter. “Yeah, I just wanted to ask if you were feeling better. You seemed a little down today,” she reassured in a sweet tone.

Call him a pervert, but Scully’s voice changed when she was worried about him and it was a sound smoother than honey and one he thought about often. A sound that made his cock ache so much that he couldn’t help but squeeze himself as he answered. “Sorry about that. I just had a really bad headache.”

“Mulder-,” she chastised, drawing out his name a little bit. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have given you something.”

He bit his lip as a bolt of pleasure ran through him while he thumbed his engorged head. “Thanks Scully. I feel better now,” he replied evenly, normally.

“I’m glad,” she said sleepily and, based off the rustling he heard, she was snuggling in bed while she called him.

“I appreciate you checking up on me,” he smiled.

“Mhm,” she mumbled deep in her throat, a breathy exhalation coming out through her nose as she undoubtedly got herself comfortable.

The sound was too akin to pleasure and he came, hot and blinding, a muffled grunt the only indication.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Mulder?”

Touch

He’d hurt his back and she insisted an old friend from college taught her the ‘perfect’ solution to help smooth out a muscle cramp. A few minutes after she started, he was sure it wasn’t a ‘friend from college’ but a boyfriend who really knew how to use practicality to disguise foreplay.

He felt like she found every excuse to touch him, but other than her body smashing into his as he sat upright in the chair, she didn’t seem to be making any indication of ulterior motives. She’d told him to take off his shirt, so all he could feel was her bare arms touching his skin as she raked the palms of her hands over his entire back.

Occasionally her chest would smash into his arms as she tried hitting him at new angles. He enjoyed each new move because it was honestly making him feel good. Too good. Almost as soon as she started touching him, his body responded. As she softened the tight area of his back, he hardened in the front. Equivalent exchange at its worst.

He placed his arms on top of his crotch in hopes that it would hide his appreciation from her. He thought it was successful until he caught sight of her self-satisfied smile.

Taste

She tasted like musk, Scully, and sweetness. The perfect combination. He lapped at her like it was the last thing he’d ever do and, honestly, if it was he’d be completely content. There was no place he’d rather be than between her thighs.

God, yes. Mulder, oh fuck.

He wasn’t sure who was enjoying this more; him or her. He swore he could get drunk just from her alone. Even as she lay in his arms after the fact, sleepy and sated, he’d roll his lips together and run his tongue over his lips just so he could continue to enjoy her a few more times.

Actually - correction - she tasted like sex, Scully, and an overwhelming sense of content happiness.

[luukia]

Alsar Chapter 15

Chapter 15 : Shopping! 

T/N : Anyone playing King’s Raid? I’m busy grinding King’s Raid~

“Ah that’s right, yesterday Malik-san gave me his old magic bag and turns out, there’s various things inside. Since Malik-san doesn’t use it anymore, he gave the bag along with its content to me.”

Ah that’s bad, I’m really forgetful. I almost forgot to tell Chris-san. It’d be a waste if I were to buy the same thing that Malik-san already gave to me before.

“Oh? So that’s your new magic bag. What kind of thing is left there?”

“There’s five set of sleeping bags and tents, some cooking utensils, cleaning utensils and tableware. Malik-san said the only thing I need to buy is food and clothing.”

If I may say, I think Malik-san already gave me the perfect equipment for camping.

“Hmm~ Then what about weapon? Do you have any dagger with you? I think dagger might suit you more since it’s not as heavy as ordinary sword~”

“I have one though since I spent my days collecting lulu grass in the forest, there’s almost no monster there so I don’t have any hands on experience to use it. I practice my combat skill with Malik-san in the training ground but.. Well, the result is quite unsatisfactory I think..”

I touch the dagger on my waist, the one that Malik-san gave me when I took my first lulu grass gathering quest. I never actually use it so I’m a little bit afraid.. I don’t know whether I can fight properly or not..

“That’s alright~ Knowing basic self defense mechanism is already good!~ What’s more important is how to know when to escape. If you think your life is going to be in danger, run away immediately! You can also use your support magic to help you escape~”

Clenching my fist and pump it into the air, I say,“Yes! When the time comes, I can use [Roots] or [Sleep] on the enemy and run away!”

I’ve trained my support magic with Tord-san, so far my success rate to trap the enemy is 100%. I will do my best in successfully running away!

“Hahaha! Hit them hard with your support magic, Ren-chan!~ Anyway, since Malik already gave you the necessary equipment, let’s start by searching for clothes and food.”

“Is there any specific clothes I need to look for?”

Chris-san seems to ponder a bit before he answers,“Hmm let’s see, since you will be riding a horse with me it’s better to buy long sleeved shirt so you won’t get cold. Also you will need a mantle and boots. Mantle and long sleeved shirt to protect you from the wind and boots to protect you when walking in the forest.“

Turns out, there’s still a lot of things I need to buy. Good thing Malik-san gave me some pocket money.

“I see.. I still have a long way to go huh..”

“Well, Ren-chan is a special case afterall. If you’ve been living in Alsar since birth, you will already have all the stuff needed, probably you only need to buy food for your journey.”

I see.

Looking at the street, mostly the people in Alsar wear boots instead of sandal like me.

Since I’ve only been living in Alsar for about 1 month, I don’t have proper clothing for every season yet.

I don’t know how hot it will be during summer or how cold it will be during winter.

“That’s right, I need to buy plenty of clothes then!”

“Yup, yup !~ I know a shop specializing in selling shoes for adventurer, let’s go there!~ I usually buy my shoes in bulk, about.. 4 or 5? So I will have spare shoes when I need them~”

I guess since most adventurer spend their time outside of town, their shoes will get dirty easily. Probably torn easily too.

But since I only will be out of town for half a month, I guess one shoes is enough for me.

“Yes, let’s go there.”

“Yup, this way Ren-chan~”

Chris-san pulls my hand along with him nonchalantly.

Is it strange that I don’t feel uncomfortable holding hands with Chris-san?

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Inside the shop, there’s plenty of stuff from clothing to even magic bag. The shop line up the marchandise neatly, giving me the pristine and clean feeling.

“This way, Ren-chan~”

Chris-san take me to the clothing aisle.

“Hmm, there’s no clothing in Ren-chan’s size, we have to shrink it later. Ah, what about this cloak?”

Chris-san give me a dark brown cloak and he puts it over my body.

Touching the cloak lightly, I was surprised, “Oh this is waterproof? Nice, I don’t need to worry about rain then. Do you think it look good on me?”

“Yup yup, it’s good~ Hmm~ I think I’m also going to buy a matching one with Ren-chan~”

I really like this cloak, I think I’m going to buy this. Chris-san also said it looks good on me.

Wait, the price!

Huh? There’s no price tag?

“Chris-san, this cloak.. There’s no price tag to it..”

“Yup, in this shop you will need to ask the staff here for the price. Let’s just keep looking for nice looking ones for you and then we will worry about the price later~”

W-what?!

What if I didn’t have enough money??

Ah as expected, I’m really grateful that Malik-san gave me some pocket money.. Although if possible I don’t want to use it..

“Haa.. Next is shoes then?”

Although I’ve only known Chris-san for a short time, but I feel like.. I somehow already know his personality inside out.

He’s like the kind of person that hit first, ask later kinda thing.

So irresponsible.

Luckily, the shop’s assistant is close by so let’s just keep gathering the candidate for my clothes and think about the price later.

“Ren-chan, how about this one ? Since it’s black, it’s easy to mix and match. Also, it seems like it’s going to be easy to move while wearing it~”

Chris-san hands me a black boots.

It does seems easy to move with.

Although the size is too big for me, I will need to use [Small] magic on it.

I can just go to the kids section but honestly I really don’t want to do it. I would rather use magic to shrink the adult clothes to my size rather than wearing kids clothing.

“It looks good. Let’s put it into our cart.”

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Thanks to Chris-san, I can pick a lot of things relatively fast.

Chris-san also has good sense of fashion, so the clothes he pick always looks functional yet fashionable.

If I were alone.. I don’t think I will ever get things done..

“Yup, I think we already covered everything you need. Let’s go talk to the staff now Ren-chan~”

“Yeah.. We already have heaps of things…”

In front of me is the mountain of clothing that we’ve picked. I’m a little afraid to know the price..

Like the gentleman he is, Chris-san insisted to carry all the clothes to the shop assistant.

With a cheerful voice he says, “ All of these please!~”

Chris-san hands the clothes to the shop assistant along with his guild card.

“Eh!? Chris-san?!”

“Let me pay for it~” He smiles.

“What?! No! I can’t let you do that! This amount of clothes must’ve cost a lot!”

I already feel bad enough that he paid for my lunch, I can’t allow him to also pay for my clothing!

It’d be wrong! I don’t want to take advantage of Chris-san!

“Ren-chan, I think you misunderstand something about me. You must’ve think I do this out of kindness to you, right? But! The truth is, I do have ulterior motives! I was thinking to ask you to prepare my share of food for our subjugation quest in Calhea in return for all these clothes. You know during ordinary subjugation quest, my food ration is quite poor. Mainly because my cooking skill is not to be proud of. So, having you to cook for me is a huge advantage for me~”

“What? But even if you say so, the price of all of these clothes compared to the future food expenses doesn’t match!”

I don’t hate Chris-san, in fact he is enjoyable to be around so I don’t mind cooking for him.

Especially since I already planned to cook for Malik-san too, having one more person to cook is not a problem at all.

But really, at most.. I think the ingredient might only cost about 100.000 elk. Compared to that, this mountain of clothes must’ve cost a lot more!

Ignoring me, Chris-san says to the store clerk,”Excuse me, since I’m buying this as a gift, may I have the clothes gift wrapped? And also please help me putting it into Ren-chan’s magic bag~”

“Yes, let me assist you.” Suddenly, another shop assistant appeared behind my back.

Chris-san hands the clerk his guild card but I still don’t want to let this slide!

“Umm, Chris-san.. The payment..”

“Yes, everything has been paid by this gentleman’s guild card. Thank you for your patronage.”

What?!

Suddenly everything has been paid!

So guild card can also function as debit card some of sort.

Guild card is so convenient!

“Chris-san.. I would feel bad receiving this huge amount of gifts..”

“Ren-chan, do you dislike it? Please don’t show me such sad face.. Nothing would make me happier than seeing you smile so please, can you smile for me?”

Ugh..!

D-don’t show me that face! He looks exactly like an abandoned puppy!

There’s no way I can win against that kind of sad puppy face, so sly!

Ah… Fine, it’s my lost then.

Puffing my cheeks with a hands on my waist, I say,“Geez Chris-san! Fine! This is the last time, okay?”

When Chris-san said that he’s going to pay for me, it’s already a lost cause. He will never yield, never.

And then after sighing, I smile shyly and bow to Chris-san,” Thank you, Chris-san. I really appreciate it.”

Chris-san in return turn his back on me while covering his face.

“Ahh, I can’t stop smiling, he’s so cute..!”

I think Chris-san whispered something but I couldn’t really catch it.

“Did you say something, Chris-san?”

“Hmm?~ Nope, nothing ~ Anyway, you’re welcome, Ren-chan~”

Chris-san hands my magic bag to the store clerk and after they finished filling my magic bag with the neatly wrapped clothes, we head back to the street.

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“Chris-san, I just want to say that I’m really grateful for the clothes. Thank you once again.” I bow my back again when we left the store.

“Ren-chan you’re such a good boy~ It’s okay, don’t mind it so much. I’m happy enough that I get so see Ren-chan’s smiling face. Anyway, what’s your plan for tomorrow?”

“Even if you said it like that, I would feel bad if I don’t express my gratitude properly. Hmm.. Tomorrow.. I’m planning to just stay at home all day.”

A good child or not, it’s expected to express gratitude properly when someone gave you something expensive like this!

“Just staying at home all day?~”

“Yes, since I won’t be home for a long period of time, I want to start preparing the meal for Malik-san and for our journey too. I want to prepare a variety of food in advance. There’s a lot to do, from cutting,roasting, boiling... And so on. Since I’m going to prepare a huge quantity of food, it might take a whole day. After I finish cooking the food, I’m going to put it into a magic bag so it won’t rot.”

I’m going to buy the ingredient tomorrow morning at the market.

I wonder what kind of food should I cook ~

Malik-san says he can’t go without a rice so I should include rice for sure.

“Ren-chan I can see your excitement bubbling through. You really like cooking huh~ I was thinking of asking you out tomorrow but I guess you’re busy huh~”

“I love cooking and also housework! I really enjoy doing it~ Yes, I’m sorry but tomorrow I’m going to be busy.”

Chris-san gives me his dejected puppy look again.

Because he has natural droopy eyes, when he acts like that, it’s making him even more pitiful. My heart clenches looking at him.

Ugh! But I won’t yield! Definitely this time I won’t yield!

Preparing food for our quest is essential! I can’t put it on hold or I won’t be able to cook enough food for everyone!

Seeing I’m holding on my ground, Chris-san reluctantly give up and says,”Fine then since we’re going to depart two days from now. Is it okay if you come to the guild at 5 o’clock? The guild is open 24/7 so you don’t have to worry to wait for its open time.”

“I’m fine with it but isn’t 5 o’clock is too early?”

I know we’re going to have depart in the morning but 5 o’clock.. Isn’t too early?

“Yes, I always travel in the dead of morning because the sun is not up yet so temperature is relatively cool. If I wait until the sun is high, it’s going to be too hot to travel. When the sun is high, I usually take a nap in the tent and rest until the temperature is cool enough. If we travel in the blazing sun, the horse will get tired easily so traveling when the sun is high is not effective.”

“I see! That makes sense! I feel like recently it’s getting hotter too.”

But compared to the summer in Japan, this is nothing. The humidity during summer in Japan is really unpleasant..

I see, I guess it’s going to be summer soon. I need to remember it so the next time I go on a quest, I won’t get heatstroke.

“Well then, see you in 2 days! Thank you very much for accompanying me today!”

“Ah, let me take you home Ren-chan~”

“Ah it’s okay, I can go back on my own. I will meet you later Chris-san. I’m going to make lots of delicious food so wait for it!~”

I quickly part my goodbye before Chris-san shows me his puppy face again and run back home.

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Chris’s POV

Staring at Ren-chan’s leaving figure, I clench my hand,“Ahh, so dangerous.. Even though I don’t have anything planned with him, but I still want to see him tomorrow. He’s too cute that it’s practically a crime! I want to see Ren-chan again~”

“All these time, I never think about settling down. Never. But.. If it’s Ren-chan, I don’t think it’s a bad idea~”

All these 30 years, I’ve been getting numerous marriage proposal but I turned them all down but somehow.. Ren-chan is different. I think, I can finally settle down if it’s him.

“Fufufu~ In two days, I can meet with Ren-chan again. I can’t wait!~ For the time being, I’m going to treat him gently and aim to become his lover!~ Ah, now that I think about it.. This is the first time that I ever pursue someone like this huh~”

I can’t wait~

I want to kiss Ren-chan and do a lots of things to him but.. I want to see his smile the most~

I want him to keep calling my name with his gentle voice~

Today, when I slung my hand over his shoulder and waist.. He felt so small inside my embrace, like if I press a little bit too hard, he might crumble away. I thought to myself that I have to protect him.

Really.. This is not like me at all..

I never get attached to someone before..

This.. this might be my first love.

When Ren-chan told me where to eat, I choose to go to ‘Ken’ without any doubt even though I never bring someone there. All because I think by going to ‘Ken’, Ren-chan might show me his beautiful smile again.

What’s more, I hardly ever buy anyone presents before but if it’s Ren-chan, everything comes naturally easy.

“To become a man suitable for Ren-chan, I have to change myself to become a responsible adult!~ Ah~ I can’t wait to meet Ren-chan~”

I walk back to the guild while thinking about meeting Ren-chan again.

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T/N : There we have it, another side of Chris! I wonder whether Ren can be considered as sugar baby? He keeps getting things either from his legal sugar daddy (Malik) and another candidate for husband sugar daddy (Chris)

Chapter 14 

Index

Chapter 16

[sonjaeson]

ADULTING-101 PHASE

Heeee yoooooooooooow it’s been so fucking long since I’ve updated this shitty life of mine. HAHA anyway, before anything I would like to congratulate meself for completing my fucking years of studying… 22 years of going to school studying somewhat lessons that can be mostly integrated by the real world. BACHELOR OF SCIENCE IN COMPUTER ENGINEERNG but not licensed because why should I get it in the first place? HAHAHA I FUCKING SURVIVE THAT BLOODY FUCKING THESIS WE’VE HAD shout-out to THE BOYS (LUIS, RAINE, JEANRIE and JERICHO) arigthank you sa sakits ulo jk! Waiting nalang for longest graduation rite that I will be waiting. Because of that I explore the real world and find a fucking freaking job HAHAHAH

I’ve looked and seek multiple jobs opportunities I’ve applied as if there’s no tomorrow because why not? HAHAH, it took may 1-2 months before someone send me a job offer. Like it’s not their lose whether they reject me or not? But for some reason I’ve been tested technical interviews/exam and even communication exam. And I’ve been offered a job of being a Service Desk Agent bisag dili jod ko comfortable sa pakig-storyag clients especially in full English. But what do you expect from the great JAESON of the ALAGBAY? Don’t ever underestimate my capability bitches! HAHAH FYI, this is my fucking first job of my life and despite its obstacles that I will be facing knowing that’ll be challenging I’m up for it. Because again why not? If it’s easy then it’ll be boring right??? REMEMBER? THESIS? HAHAHA FUCK CODING BUT STILL I LEARN A LOT FROM IT AND HOPEFULLY IT’LL BE MORE HELPFUL TO MY PATH ON PROFESSIONAL CAREER DEVELOPMENT! SHIT ENGLISH WITH CAPSLOCK ANG BUANG HAHAHAHA

If you’re looking for any reason, why did I search for a job after my last semester of my life ends. It’s because I wanna treat my family a plane ticket as well as dinner or any eating shit that will be facing on my upcoming graduation rites. Isn’t it a win-win situation? While I’m developing my communication skill and career path at the same time, I’ve been pain for 22,000 pesos w/ benefits. What else? Girlfriend? I still don’t have one even another female friend is no luck. My batchmates at DXC are experienced individuals even right now I feel like I’m the youngest of them all knowing that we have SHS graduate. Right now, I’m just focusing on the opportunity to have money to be rich or travel on different destinations whatever the destined location I’ll be assigned with. I fucking wrote SR. CLOUD ENGINEER on my GOAL earlier, it’s not like I’ve been listening to my brother on who or what to take but I’m still not really sure after 5 years what is my professional career will be is? However, there’s a little part of me that is interested on what CLOUD INFRASTRUCTURE is. Like it’s an IT job that you barely face against computer programming. It will or may change for the upcoming years but nevertheless at-least I currently have a target goal.

 For my upcoming journey road to adulting because right now I’m in charge on whatever I’m gonna do, I may or desperately need a driver’s license especially on motorcycle so that whenever I’m on Camotes I can freely do whatever I do riding a fucking motorcycle.  Solo camping at Santiago or even at TULANG DIOT. What else? Maybe driver’s license on a car? Maybe I can borrow Manoy’s car HAHAHAH and and and also a fucking passport! ROAT TO THE INTERNATIONAL if this career will make me become a successful individual. Lastly, achieving my childhood dream level 1000 or 2000 battle pass <3. AND FOR THIS LONG-TERM GOAL BUILD A FUCKING MUSCLE or at-least have a healthy and fit body!

FOR NOW, THIS WILL BE THE UPDATE BECAUSE I’M TOO TIRED TO EXPRESS THINGS LATELY. BECOME A MAN AND STOP THINKING NEGATIVE THINGS JAESON! SAYONARA FOR NOW IF THINGS MIGHT BE IN TROUBLESOME SITUATION I MIGHT UPDATE or IF I’M GONNA HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!

[haxorus-imp]

Alien Affections - Villainous/Reader - Chapter 2

You had climbed out of the crate some time ago. Now, you were just watching the strange bag-wearing man pace the...roof? You looked around at your surroundings, seeing burnt metal and singed mechanical equipment, and that you were on a roof of some kind. And was that a plane sticking out of said roof? You shook your head side to side at the ridiculousness of what you were seeing. Not only that, you don't really understand how you got here. One moment you're going out to get your mail right before heading to bed, the next thing you know, you got enveloped in a glowing green light and saw yourself get pixelated and broken apart before your very eyes. It was horrifying, yet exhilarating at the same time. You could only think of one thing at that moment in time, that you were being abducted by aliens. I mean, after you were broken down, you were sent on a wild ride through a psychedelic tunnel of light. You were everywhere, yet nowhere all at once. You were floating and falling. Flying and standing. In pieces, yet whole. Then, when a bright light engulfed you, there was a large explosion that caused your ears to ring. It was one of the trippiest things you have ever witnessed in your life. Now you know what drugs are like. It wasn't a great experience. Mostly because it was unexpected. Then, the next thing you know, you're in a hard and dark place. Yet, you knew you were anywhere but home. After being broken apart and sent through a loop like that, it wasn't surprising that you felt sick and disoriented. All you knew at the time was that something happened. Yet, even then, you wanted to at least meet your abductors. At first, you were thinking of little green or gray beings. You weren't really expecting a human-like man wearing a paper bag that had goggles strapped over them. You were prepared for a lot of things. But, not him. When you both made first eye contact, the guy just...stared. It was kinda creepy, honestly. Yet, your joke and relaxed attitude managed to shatter the awkward silence and staring contest that got started between you two. Much to your gracious gratitude. But, in your silent opinion, the guy that's pacing the roof looked like a weirdo. But, hey! He hasn't scooped your brain out yet. So, that's a plus! It was just...you were expecting so much more than a dude wearing a bag and goggles. Least to say that your were kinda disappointed. . . . Okay, you were VERY disappointed. But, I mean...this is kinda unexpected and...nice, you guess? You shrugged and refocused on the man, as he seemed to have stopped pacing the roof like a lion in its' cage. You tuned back into his quiet muttering. "Okay...Okay...we can make this work! We...have to make this work." You heard the man mumble, as he seemed to place his finger on the area where you figured his mouth would be underneath the bag. "I just...gotta...explain what happened. That's it!" He muttered to himself. "Um, hello?" You cautiously said, yet, you kept the caution out of your voice. It seemed to grab the mans attention. "Can you tell me what's going on, dude? I mean, I'm kinda in the dark here..." You explained. The man stayed silent before going back to quiet mutterings. 'Okay, rude.' You mentally stated. He then stopped once more after a few curious minutes of you watching him, he turned to you and cleared his throat, then approached yourself. "Y-Yes. Hello! Greetings!" He said, holding out his gloved hand, to which you stared at and took it in your own. "I know that you're about as lost and a-as confused as I am. But, we need to get going." He then gripped your hand and opened a hatch that lead down some stairs. You were quite startled at the sudden change of events. "H-Hey! Wait! Where are we doing, dude?!" You dug your heels in slightly on the stairs, still following along, just not fast enough to break your neck on the stairs if you fall. "U-Uh, I need to...report to my boss...about the experiment. You also said 'Take me to your leader', right?" The man dragged you along, until you both reached an extravagant hallway. "Geeze! I was joking!" You exclaimed, yet followed along. "Regardless, you're gonna have to meet him anyway." The man explained, dragging you along. You watched as you both passed by rooms and various different decorations. Many of them looked very expensive. I mean, even the hallway floors were made of tile! So...this must either be a funded lab, seeing from the paper bag dudes' lab coat, or a museum that showcases alien lifeforms. To which, you hope it's not. Because you're not gonna be taken away from your home, just to be a showy little trinket for an entire alien race to peek at. Like in the movies! Then, both of you seemed to reach a pair of closed double doors that had intimidating patterns carved into the wood. It also seemed to be a place of grand importance, as there were two gargoyle-looking statues hovering above the doorway entrance. This boss is obviously very edgy and shouldn't be trifled with. The masked man then released your hand and turned around to face yourself. "This is his office and I'm about to knock and ask to come in. Just please, for the love of science, do NOT make this man angry with any rhetorical comments or insults! Let me do the t-talking and only speak when you're spoken to! Don't t-touch anything and don't break anything! Do anything to make him mad and we'll both pay!"The masked man spoke, his voice low and it held a tone of warning. You just nodded, feeling a slight rush when the man turned around and gave a few low-key knocks on the door with his knuckle. "S-Sir? Permission to come in, please?" The man asked. To which a deep rumbling voice responded from some place behind the door a few seconds later. "Come in." The voice ordered, to which the masked man turned the knob to the double doors and opened them. Allowing you both to walk inside the dreary office. -- Flug and yourself were currently walking into a dimly lit office-like space. It was a place that spelled danger at every darkened corner. You even found yourself walking closer to the masked man for a faint feeling of security. Yep. Whoever lives here likes the gothic feel that these creepy items and trinkets give off. As there was statues of gargoyles lining the walls and pillars that paralleled each side of the red rug that lead further into the room. The rug that lead to the desk in the center even had the design of a top hat stitched into it. Strangely enough, there was a lot of top hat oriented items that were littered around this building. It was on the suits of armor, the wallpaper, the rugs, and even on the furniture! The person that owns this place has an obsession for top hats and gothic styled things apparently. Further and further into the office you both walked. The atmosphere rang of gothic elegance. Lit by seemingly faint candlelight. Yet, both of your journeys came to an end when you both stopped in front of a dark wooded desk that had a large chair behind it that was currently facing away from you both and was facing toward the large rose-tinted window behind the desk. You could tell that someone was occupying the chair. As they were holding an empty wine glass in their hand, void of any liquid whatsoever. Which was also concealed in a glove, like the masked man you were with. Except they were more elegant then the masked mans' pair and a darkened black. Said man then approached the desk, dwindling his thumbs. You both jumped when the voice spoke up. "So. How's the project going, Flug?" The voice hissed, causing the man, now named Flug, to quiver. "Uh....w-well. We got more than we expected to get, sir." Flug explained. To which it seemed to catch the mans' attention. "We got...more than we were expecting? What are you going on about now, Flug?" The chair then turned around, yet you weren't prepared for the visual of the...'man' that was in front of you. You wanted to just blurt out 'What the fuck?!', but you held your tongue. Probably due to...Flugs' plea. The chair had a strange demon-looking man sitting in it, who was currently pinching the bridge of his non-existent nose, as he opened his one visible eye that wasn't hidden behind a monocle, his sharp gaze then landed on you. To which he snapped all of his attention to you. You felt kinda nervous under his threatening gaze, but you kept your calm outer appearance. The demon snarled. "I see what you mean now, Flug." He gestured to yourself. "Tell me. How did this person get past my defenses?" He placed the empty wine glass on the table, then sat back in his chair, lacing his fingers together. Giving you a deadly leer while he was at it. "Well, you see sir..." Flug started. It took a lot of explaining from Flug to get his 'boss' to understand what was going down. He told him some science mumbo-jumbo, results, data, and various other things that you didn't understand. Some things about meteorites and a particle gun? Also, he explained about a collision, probably mentioning you, and explained what went down on the roof. "And that's what happened, sir." Flug finished, nervously twitching every now and then. The demon man took a nice long and deep breath, then exhaled. Yet, it was anything but satisfied. "So. Let me revise what you just explained, Flug." The man growled, addressing the shuddering scientist next to you. The poor guy was sweating bullets that were leaking through his bag. Which was pretty gross. "You managed to succeed in making the particle gun." He paused for effect. "You managed to get the beam into space...and it collided with, what you suspect was a distant planet, and not an asteroid." "But, you didn't anticipate this type of outcome. That you might accidentally bring back some form of foreign life from a distant galaxy?" The demon growled, gesturing to yourself. Flug gulped. "T-That is correct sir. I did preform a s-successful launch, but I-I didn't make the prototype able to p-process bio-particles well." Flug confirmed. "And where IS the prototype?" The evil-looking man leered. "It....e-exploded." Flug jumped at the sound of the dark man smacking his face and growling. "I knew something went wrong the moment I heard that loud ruckus coming from the roof. Figures." He snarled. Then, he turned his leering attention to the alien in the room, who didn't flinch at all under his gaze. A few seconds passed, with Flug looking nervously over to the newcomer, who was looking at the demon in a confused manner. "WELL?! Are you going to tell me who you are or not?!" The vile creature snapped, causing Flug to flinch and the guest to jump slightly. They merely just cocked their brow and blinked. "Dude, Chill. You could of just asked." The alien said lamely, while waving their hand carelessly, ignoring the glare they received from the vile man in return. "My name's (Name)! (First) (Last)! Nice to meet ya!" You smiled, while waving at the leering demon. "Well, (Name)." The finely dressed man said snidely. "I am Black Hat! The head of this evil corporation!" Black Hat cackled as he posed slightly. But, when nobody did anything, he placed his hands back down onto the table. Brushing off the awkwardness like it was nothing. Still, that little 'Evil Corporation' bit DID have you kinda worried. I mean, were they gonna experiment on you? You hope that they don't do that. That wouldn't be healthy for you. Especially if it involved cutting you open and stealing all of your entrails. That REALLY wouldn't be okay with you. "Now, tell me. Where did you come from?" Black Hat questions, while folding his gloved hands together on the desk and leaning back in his chair, keeping his gaze on the newcomer. You looked lost in thought for a moment. Seemingly pondering what he meant. "Where I'm from? Do you want just the planet or details?" You asked. "Full information." Black Hat replied shortly. "Oh. Well, I'm from Earth. I lived in (Country) and in a house. Which is located in a solar system, which is also located in a southern arm of the Milky Way Spiral Galaxy within the Virgo Galaxy Cluster." You Answered. Black Hat hummed in slight boredom, while Flug appeared to be intrigued with the new information. Curiously staring at you as he seemed to be calculating something from within the safety of his own mind. Yet, you paid attention to Black Hat when he began to size you up. Hopefully judging your character and NOT how much meat was on your bones. Because those sharp teeth are giving you unwanted horrible flesh-tearing-involved thoughts. 'Please don't be THOSE types of aliens.' You mentally hoped. "Any useful skills?" Black Hat asked in a business-like tone, as he sat up and began to gather some papers. Huh. Well, that caught you off guard. This...demon-man-thing does own a corporation. "Uh. Well, I attended a high end technology-based college for about 4 years. I have bachelor degrees in robotic engineering and computer sciences." For some reason, it kinda feels like an interview to you. Oh well. This is better than having a luau with you as the main course, right? You heard Black Hat hum in slight interest. "An alien robotics engineer and a computer technician. Interesting." Black Hat muttered as he put away some of the papers and sat up straight. "Well. As you can already guess that your way home is currently. . .compromised." Black Hat made eye contact with Flug, before he focused on you once more. You nodded in understanding. "Yeah. Heard what, uh, Flug said. The machine that brought me here blew up, right?" You reply, while looking over to the too quiet scientist. Who scratched his neck in a nervous way. "Correct." Black Hat affirmed. "Which means, you will have to stay with Black Hat Inc until we can return you home." Black Hat said, as he tightened his gaze when he saw you grin a little. "HOWEVER." Black Hat grinned smugly, just as your face fell into slight confusion. "Being allowed to stay here means that you have to do your part and fair share while you're living here." Black Hat warned. "It's either you stay here and assist us or you leave and never come back." Black Hat explained with a cackle. You were kinda confused at the choices, but the attitude REALLY threw you off. Black Hat just shifted, placed the palms of his hands together, and tilted his head down. Giving himself a much more menacing posture and aura. "So. What will it be?" Black Hat asked, looking at you from under the brim of his hat. You placed a finger on your chin. After about a minute of thought, you sighed. The choice was horribly one-sided. It was a wonder at why he gave you a choice anyway. It was quite obvious which one you were gonna pick! "I guess, I'll do my part and help in any way that I can." You caved. Suddenly, much to your surprise, Black Hat reached a hand across his desk. "Welcome aboard." He grinned, yet you could tell there was an underline menacing tone to the friendly gesture. But, for the sake of not being rude, you placed your own hand in his. Once your hand made contact with his, a shock went through your body, it was fast and painful, but over in a second. Your hand was released from his as you tried to shake the lingering pain off of the inflicted hand. Black Hat just sat back in his chair and had a Cheshire grin on his face as he observed the spectacle. "Ow! I didn't take you for the prankster type!" You exclaimed, while shaking your hand to get rid of the tingling feeling that still remained. Black Hat just let out an intimidating chuckle, then waved his hand. "Go out into the hall and wait. Flug will be with you shortly to escort you to his lab." He ordered. You looked at Black Hat in confusion, before you turned around and made your way to the double doors to the room. Leaving a nervous Flug to stand in front of Black Hat's desk alone. Only when the doors closed shut with a quiet 'click!' did Black Hat lock gazes with Flug again. Which made the poor mans' heart quake. "The only reason that you're not being beaten right now is because of the unexpected fruits that we reaped from this mistake, Flug." Black Hat growled, putting Flug on an anxiety-ridden edge. "S-Sorry, sir!" Flug squeaked. "I'll let this incident go unpunished, just this once. But, let me make myself clear about something." Black Hat sneered as leaned over and grabbed Flug by the neck and  pulled him down to his level. Causing Flug to shriek in surprise. "You better make a good use of of our 'new recruit' or else!" Black Hat snarled, as Flug recoiled and nodded rapidly. "Good. Now, leave." Black Hat released Flug, who scrambled for the door the moment he was released. "And don't fail me again!" He cursed after the fleeing scientist, as Flug opened the doors and scrambled out into the hall before closing them again. Once he was alone, Black Hat turned around to face out the window. Mulling over some invention ideas for some weapons, now that he has an engineer and scientist, he can make more than just rays and a few devices. He silently wonders what the new recruit can do to broaden his own corporation. -- Flug had to control his breathing, now that he was visible to yourself. Black Hat's unfortunate new recruit, to their unknowing knowledge, was looking slightly concerned for him. Much to his, slight, comfort. Yet, he needed to compose himself. Flug straightened up and cleared his throat, taking steady deep breaths to even out his rapidly beating heart. "So, uh, I guess you're gonna be working with me, in m-my lab while your here. We'll get you an assigned room soon, so don't worry about that!" Flug asked as he took deep and steady breaths to finish evening out his heart rate. The last thing he needed to do was have an anxiety attack in front of you. They smiled at him, worry temporarily sedated. "I guess so. You can lead the way and I'll follow you." They said. Flug nodded and waved his hand in a 'follow me' motion as both of you headed down the maze-like hallways. While leading the way to the lab, and also giving a half-hearted tour of the manor, Flug couldn't help but pity the human-alien being. 'They had no idea that they were ripped away from their home and took a deal to work with Black Hat for an indefinite amount of time.' Flug thought, grimly. Flug had to shake his head to clear the guilt away from his conscious. He'll worry about that later. You were looking at the artifacts that decorated the halls and walls as they walked. Pointing at things, 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' in interest at some objects. He did have to admit, it was nice to have another person other than his boss, Dementia, and 5.0.5 around the house. Like a breath of fresh air after being in a confined space for a long period of time. He wonders if Black Hat noticed the differences in the newcomer like he did when they first met. Flug rethought that and scoffed. He probably did. Black Hat notices...a lot of things. Not only that, but the information that you spoke of in Black Hat's office intrigued him greatly. A completely different galaxy? Fascinating! What is the Virgo Cluster and what's in it? What is the culture of their people? Do they have Heroes and Villains too? What technology has been invented that can't be found here? What makes humans evolve on a planet so different from his own? Flug felt a strong surge of giddiness go through him. He couldn't wait to interrogate them! --------------------------------------------------------------- Next> <Previous

[ayalaatreides]

Outlaw Star Fanfic!!!!

The thing is, Gene's never been in love before. And he's never fought for anything bigger than himself, not really. Who could blame him for getting a little mixed up?

This show is, like, what, almost 20 years old??? And I just got into it earlier this year. First thing I’ve done in this fandom and it’s.... uh, dismantling the canon pairing. Sorry. Anyway, I wasn’t entirely happy with the endgame ship of Gene/Melfina and this is my take on what happens in the immediate aftermath of the Leyline battle. No ship-bashing, just my thoughts in fic-format.

Rating: T (for brief suggestive content) Characters: Gene Starwind, Melfina, Twilight Suzuka (with mentions of Jim and Aisha)

Gene Starwind was confused. Troubled, even. Which really didn't make sense, given the circumstances. He was fresh off of his greatest success, after all— which was really quite an achievement, if he did say so himself. He considered himself to have had a great many successes in his young life. Well, a fair number of successes. A few, at least, surely; he'd snagged the greatest Grappler ship in the universe, hadn't he? And the Leyline, at any rate, was an unquestionable win for the legendary duo of Starwind and Hawking (and friends). And yet, he was still unsettled.

He sat in his chair, the captain's chair on the Outlaw Star's bridge. The rest of the crew had gone to sleep already. Melfina was in her pod behind him, ready to work at a moment's notice in case there were any more Kei pirates hanging around in the sector and wanting revenge. But the canister's shutters were closed; she was asleep, too, snug and safe and finally at peace in her little digital world. He was the only one still awake— and he felt appropriately foolish for it, since he was usually the first to happily embrace a good night's rest.

Gene stared out through the bridge's wide windows, taking in the vast emptiness that he had once feared, and he considered his conundrum. He knew he should be riding high on the thrill of saving the day. And he had celebrated, once the dust had settled and they'd made their getaway. All in all, it had been a rousing victory. The mystery of the Leyline had been solved, the villains were defeated, and all his friends had lived to fight another day. The dashing hero had even won the fair maiden's heart!

Although, that was part of the problem, truthfully. In the heat of the moment, in the face of glorious victory, he'd told Melfina that he wanted her to stay with him. She'd confessed that she wanted the same… and he'd kissed her. And she'd responded! Kind of, anyway. It was really hard to tell these things with her. The important thing was that she wanted to stay with him, and she'd accepted his kiss.

But that had been the end of it. Nothing more had happened since that moment; nothing had changed between them. She seemed happier, to be sure— freer of spirit and more lighthearted. But she wasn't any closer to him, no more affectionate than usual. They were already a week and a half into their journey back to Sentinel III, and it was like the kiss had never happened. His attempts at flirting with her had gone right over her head. And the one time when he'd been a bit more forward, when he'd made a suggestive comment and cupped her chin, brushing her lips with his thumb, pulling her close… she'd suddenly tensed up and looked distinctly uncomfortable, and then he'd felt uncomfortable too, and also strangely guilty.

The whole thing was mystifying to Gene. He liked to think that he was quite well versed in the more physical side of romance, but the emotional side… that was the tricky stuff. Melfina did love him, didn't she? And he sure as hell loved her, right? So what, then, was the problem? Gene growled in aggravation, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was getting way too complicated for his tastes. He didn't like complicated stuff.

He was so distracted, turning this thorny problem over and over in his thoughts, that he didn't realize he wasn't alone in the room until he felt a light, gentle hand on his shoulder. Gene jumped slightly, then spotted Melfina from the corner of his eye. He coughed and shifted in his seat, putting his feet up on the back of the copilot's chair and folding his hands behind his head like he hadn't been startled at all.

"Hey, Mel!" he greeted her, beaming as warmly as he could.

"Good evening, Gene," she replied with that sweet little smile of hers. "Is everything all right? I woke up and sensed your presence here. Why are you not asleep?"

"Well, my bunk gets awfully cold, all by myself," Gene shot back with his extra-charming, extra-mischievous Starwind Smirk, the one that usually made girls giggle and blush. He even threw in a wink. He figured he'd give innuendo one more shot— but Melfina just frowned slightly, head tilting in concern.

"Your bunk is too cold? Maybe Gilliam needs to adjust the environmental controls," she said worriedly.

"My handling of the environmental controls is superb, beyond reproach," Gilliam interjected, sounding amazingly offended for a computer. "Gene is simply being his usual perverted—"

"Hey, hey, hey! Can you knock off the sass and give us some privacy?" Gene protested.

"This is the bridge. This is where my central terminal is located," Gilliam shot back. "In a manner of speaking, this is my bunk. You ought to give me some privacy."

"The whole damn ship is your bunk! You are the ship!" Gene retorted.

"Fine, then, I will leave you alone. I shall monitor our voyage from another terminal— I, the sole guardian, toiling tirelessly and thanklessly as the rest of the crew sleeps. It seems that there is no logic to be had with my unreasonable and high-strung Captain," Gilliam sulked, and Gene marveled once again at the fact that someone had managed to program such a passive aggressive computer. The lights on the central terminal flickered off and Gene heaved a long-suffering sigh.

"Gilliam is so funny, isn't he?" Melfina said fondly.

"Yeah, funny. I guess that's one word for it," Gene remarked wryly. Then he fell silent, studying Melfina's profile from his peripheral vision as she gazed out into the stars. Noticing his attention, she turned back to him with that doe-eyed stare.

"Gene? Are you sure it's only the temperature in your bunk that's keeping you awake?" she asked tentatively.

Gene let out a slow exhale, raking his fingers through his hair. He'd never been very good at talking about his feelings. It was always awkward. But there was no way out of it this time. He figured he might as well get it over with.

"Mel," he began slowly, "Back at the Leyline… how did you, uh, feel?"

"How did I feel?" she echoed, head tilting to the side again. It was cute— an almost doll-like gesture.

Gene shifted awkwardly. "Uh, when… you know, that time when, uh… I said I wanted you to stay with me, and you— you said the same thing, and I, uh… I kissed you, remember?" he sputtered. She was just standing there and piercing him with that innocent gaze and it was really putting him off his game. He suddenly felt guilty for bringing it up.

Melfina glanced away, hands clasping together. "Yes, I remember," she said quietly.

"How did you, uh, feel? When that happened?" Gene prompted.

"I felt happy, of course," she said serenely, her smile returning. "You're dear to me, I was glad that you wanted me to stay with you."

"And, the kiss— how did you— I mean, when I kissed you, did you… feel anything?" he pressed, and the look of innocent confusion on her face actually made him feel a little dirty for having asked, and not the fun kind of dirty.

"I… I felt happy," she said again, but her smile dimmed somewhat. "Is there another feeling you're referring to?"

Gene bit back a swear; he'd known this would probably be awkward, but it was shaping up to be even worse than he'd imagined.

"Uh, w-well, you know… look, when I kissed you, did you feel like you wanted to… do anything else besides that?" he asked. He was floundering badly and he damn well knew it.

"Do anything else?" Melfina echoed. "Gene, you're not making sense." Oh yes, he was most certainly going down in flames.

He gestured inarticulately. "Look, most people, when they kiss someone like that, they have desires— there's urges that they—" he tried, but she still just stared at him in confusion and mild worry. He heaved another sigh and ran his hands through his hair again.

Honestly, he'd never really stopped to consider whether Melfina experienced the same kinds of desires that he and most humans did. She clearly had the capacity for emotions, or at least a really good replication of them. But did she have physical desires? Was she even physically capable of…? She was a bio-android, and an unparalleled one at that, but exactly how many biological traits had they given her? That time when he'd been poisoned, she'd healed him by cradling him against her naked body— but then, they hadn't really been naked, had they? It had been a simulation of sorts. And the night before his duel with that assassin, he'd grabbed her, held her against his body— and she'd pulled away. He'd assumed that he had simply been too rough, too forward, that he'd scared her… but what if it was more than that?

She loved him, though. She'd said that her wish was to stay with him. Wasn't that a declaration of love? She'd readily accepted that kiss. And he loved her, too, of course. And yet…

Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. He took his hands from his hair and turned back to Melfina, studying her intently.

"Hey... if Jim kissed you like I did, would you feel happy?" he asked carefully.

"Jim?" Melfina echoed, blinking in surprise. "Why would he?"

"That's not important, let's just say he did," Gene insisted. "Would you be happy? Would you be mad at him, or upset?"

"Why would I be mad or upset? Jim is my friend, he cares about me," she said.

"What about Aisha? Suzuka?" Gene asked, trying to ignore the sudden sinking feeling in his chest. She blinked again but quickly regained her peaceful smile.

"I don't know why they would wish to kiss me, but I see no reason why I should be upset with them if they did. They're dear to me, too- they're my friends," Melfina said tranquilly. Then she frowned and added, "Is that what friends do? They kiss on the mouth like that? Do friends have those urges you mentioned?"

Gene sat back in his seat, stunned. Did she not understand the concept of a kiss on the lips as a declaration of romantic intent? There was only one way to know for certain.

"One more question?" he asked quietly.

"Of course, Gene," she said.

He took his feet down from the back of the copilot's chair, leaning in closer; her eyes went wide and she visibly tensed.

"What do you feel now, huh? When I'm close to you like this?" he whispered huskily to her.

"I— I don't—" Melfina stuttered, shrinking back.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he asked bluntly, lifting his hand to her cheek— but stopping just short of caressing her skin.

Melfina gasped slightly, and then her shoulders drooped and she turned her face away, eyes downcast. Gene had seen plenty of coyness in his day, and this wasn't it. She was uncomfortable, plain and simple. He withdrew from her, sitting back in the pilot's seat, leaning his head against the back of the chair. She softly bid him a good night and retreated to her pod.

Gene sat in silence, staring out through the windows once more. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, crossing and uncrossing his legs; he'd pushed her outside her comfort zone once again. He wondered if she'd be mad at him. Still, now he knew the truth once and for all: Melfina didn't understand his feelings, and whatever she felt towards him, it probably wasn't the same as what he felt for her. He sighed heavily, dropping his head back again. So much for the hero getting the girl.

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The next night found Gene sleepless as well. This time, though, he went to the galley; he couldn't quite stomach the prospect of another awkward moment with Melfina if she sensed him on the bridge and woke up again.

Of course, as luck would have it, there wasn't any solitude to be found in the galley either. He shuffled in, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, and stopped dead in his tracks at the familiar sight of very long black hair. Suzuka sat there at the table, calmly sipping her customary cup of tea. She glanced up at him, but if she was surprised to see him, it didn't show on her stoic face.

"Good evening, Captain," she said, setting her teacup down. "Are you having difficulty sleeping?"

Gene rolled his eyes and tossed his hands up exasperatedly. "Everybody's prying all of a sudden," he grunted. Granted, "everyone" was two people spread out over two subsequent nights, but that was still two more people than he would have liked.

"I apologize. I was unaware that I was prying," Suzuka said, and she sounded faintly amused. Gene just grumbled in response and dug through the cupboards for a snack. He'd bring it back to his bunk and he'd just deal with Jim's whining about crumbs in the linens when laundry day came around; he wasn't in a chatty mood.

"Don't mind me," Gene remarked sourly, "I'll be out of your hair in just a—"

"Gene, what is happening between yourself and Melfina?" Suzuka asked. Gene fumbled a box of rice crackers, dropping it into the sink and swearing under his breath. Well, damn, he hadn't expected that she might already know!

"Huh?! What— that's—" Gene spluttered, spinning around to face her, but she held up a hand.

"Please, Captain, I've already noticed the signs. There is no need to pretend," she said, and her slightly stern tone made him feel far more sheepish than he reckoned any ship captain ought to feel when questioned by an underling.

Gene gaped at her for a second, then snatched the box of rice crackers from the sink and slunk over to the table, sinking down across from her. He was sulking just a little bit— he'd thought he was being stealthy, keeping things under wraps till he was sure that their "budding love" was for real.

"Everyone else… do they know?" Gene asked, coughing to cover the fact that he was a little worried. He'd been trying to keep it secret for Melfina's privacy- and to avoid Aisha's teasing and Jim's scolding, if he was being honest.

"Jim and Aisha are aware that something is different in your behavior and hers, but no. To the best of my knowledge, they haven't reached the same conclusions as I have," Suzuka said. "I have held my silence on the subject for decency's sake."

Gene heaved a sigh of relief. "Thanks. I appreciate—"

"More for Melfina's sake than your own," Suzuka added pointedly. "Of course, I am merely asking for your side of it, as I've already asked Melfina herself and she told me what happened in the Leyline's core— and about your encounter with her on the bridge last night."

Gene glared at her, fully prepared to stand up and storm out with his rice crackers. Then again, if he had to have someone prying into this, Suzuka was probably his best bet. Out of everyone on his haphazardly assembled crew, the stoic assassin was probably the least likely to blab about it. And she was a woman, with all kinds of potential insights about other people who were also women. Maybe she could shed some light on the problem. He popped the box open and shoved a handful of crackers into his mouth, chewing to buy time to put his thoughts together.

"Was she upset? About… what happened last night?" he asked gruffly, around the mouthful of crackers. She took a delicate drink from her cup. He swallowed heavily as he waited for her to finish sipping her damn tea and answer the damn question.

"Have you given her a reason to be upset?" Suzuka asked cooly as she set the cup down.

"Wha— no way! Like I'd ever want to hurt her!" Gene retorted. "It's just that… you know, I kissed her before and I thought she was happy about it, and—" He fumbled under Suzuka's level stare and quickly crammed more crackers into his mouth for a distraction. Chomping self-consciously on them, he grumbled, "I just had to know if she felt the same way or not."

"I see," Suzuka remarked. "And now you are heartbroken that she's rejected you."

Gene smirked and waggled a finger at her. "Gene Starwind does not get heartbroken," he told her. It came out far more bitterly than he'd planned and he fought the urge to grimace. And it definitely didn't sound as cool as it should have, with the crumbs from his late-night shame snack sticking to the corners of his mouth.

"Certainly," Suzuka agreed, sounding not at all convinced. "And yet, you did get rejected. Does it bother you?"

He started to reply, but the words died on his tongue under her probing stare. He sat back, wiped his mouth, and stared down at the rice cracker box, taking a second to think about how he actually felt. When it came right down to it, was he actually heartbroken? Grouchy and confused, sure, but was he heartbroken? Given that this was supposed to have been the start of a grand, epic, sweeping romance… he was surprisingly un-devastated. Hell, he'd been more cut up after his first girlfriend had dumped him; he'd cried all day and drank all night, and that hadn't even been a serious relationship. Gene was many things, but even he had to admit that he wasn't a subtle man. Even if he didn't like talking about them, he'd never been one to restrain his emotions— so where were they now?

Gene gaped at Suzuka; her eyebrows raised slightly, as if she'd proven a point, and she took another sip from her teacup. She studied him over the teacup's rim. He fidgeted under her unreadable gaze until finally she spoke again.

"You care for Melfina very much," she remarked.

"Of course I do!" Gene exclaimed. "I'd do anything to make her happy!"

Suzuka almost smiled. "Quite so. You truly care for Melfina, to protect her and make yourself her champion. What you did for her, crossing the galaxy to find the answers she sought, fighting one foe after another, was quite generous."

"Oh. Uh… thanks," Gene said, surprised at the sudden praise. He considered it, then added suspiciously, "You're not thinking I did it just to—"

"In fact, I was not." Suzuka said. After a moment, she added, "Jim told me about Hilda, once. I had heard rumors about Hilda's fate before I met you, and I asked him to tell me the story of her involvement— however, the details took me rather by surprise."

"Yeah… you n' me both," Gene muttered. It still stung a little to talk about Hilda and her sudden, violent end.

"It's a rare honor to be entrusted with such a task," Suzuka remarked. "To have the fate of as innocent a soul as Melfina placed in one's hands… one might think of it as a call to selflessness. It's not a chance that comes to everyone. And not all would have handled it as courageously as you did."

"Selflessness? Courageously?" Gene echoed. That was, without a doubt, the kindest thing she'd ever said to him.

"Of course. Flawed though you may be, I would not have followed you had you proven yourself to be without virtue," Suzuka told him. Gene smiled and sat up a little more, squaring his shoulders; he couldn't even bring himself to retort with anything clever, he was so pleased at hearing such a heartfelt compliment. Never mind the nicest thing Suzuka had ever said, it might've been the nicest thing anyone had said of him, ever.

Then his smile dimmed a little as he contemplated what she'd said; so much for his 'virtue', if he was making Melfina uncomfortable. Suzuka might not have been thinking it, but was Melfina worried now that he'd helped her just to get into her skirt? Or would something like that not even occur to her, innocent as she was? The thought somehow made him feel worse.

"Why did you take up Hilda's quest after her demise?" Suzuka asked.

Gene opened his mouth to tell her, then stopped, then tried again- but nothing came forth. Granted, that was a question he'd asked himself more than once, and usually when someone was shooting at them. But, come to think of it, he'd never really reached an answer.

"Because, uh... Obviously, I fell for Melfina!" Gene proclaimed. "What kinda guy wouldn't cross the universe for the girl he loves?" That made sense, right?

"I see. So you did it all for love, then," Suzuka said.

"Damn right, I did!" Gene proclaimed, winking.

"Romantic love?" she asked.

"Wha- look, just because I like to get some doesn't mean I can't fall in love!" Gene protested. He felt his face flushing red and he hated it.

"That wasn't what I meant, Captain," Suzuka replied cooly. "Let me ask you something else, then: would you not have gone so far for Jim's sake?"

"Huh? What're you talking about? Of course I would! If I had to fight a shitload of pirates and cross the universe for Jim, obviously I'd do it. He's my soul brother! He might be a rude little nerd, but he's my rude little nerd!" Gene insisted.

"Yet you do not love him romantically," Suzuka observed. Gene glared at her; he wasn't even going to dignify that with a response.

"Melfina's different- it's different because I'm in love with her," Gene said pointedly.

"Love takes many forms, Gene Starwind. The love between brothers, the love of friends, the love of parents for their child, these are no less beautiful than that which graces lovers. The entwining of souls is no less meaningful than the entwining of bodies," Suzuka said.

Gene grimaced. "That just sounds wrong coming from you," he muttered.

Suzuka sat back and delicately finished her tea, setting the empty teacup down. Gene scowled at her and stood up, grabbing the box of crackers and stomping to the door.

"Good night, Captain," Suzuka said. He grumbled in response as the door opened and then hissed shut behind him. When he crawled into his bunk and collapsed onto his mattress, crumpled cracker box still in hand, he was no less confused than he'd been before his visit to the galley.

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Romantic love?

Suzuka's stupid question was still bouncing around in Gene's head the next morning, which found him cranky and still confused. Of course it was romantic love- it had to be, right? Obviously he was in romantic love with Melfina. He'd crossed the entire known universe to help her find peace. So what if he would've done the same for Jim? The kid was his brother and best friend- more to the point, Jim wasn't a cute, sweet girl.

Gene scowled and sat up in his bunk, resting his head in his hands. Why had he taken up Hilda's quest? He hadn't had an answer for Suzuka, but he was starting to suspect he needed to find one.

He thought back to that fateful day on Blue Heaven, when he'd made that promise to Melfina. Up till that moment, he hadn't really been planning to take on Hilda's quest. Helping Melfina had been Hilda's idea, and he'd resented Melfina for being the cause of Hilda's demise; that was how he'd seen it, anyway. If Hilda hadn't gotten mixed up with the XGP and Melfina, if she hadn't crossed the Kei pirates... To see such an amazing woman die over a ship and an android...

But then he'd seen Melfina studying those flowers, questioning her own existence, and it had stirred something in his heart. He'd realized at that moment what a miraculous being she was, and he'd wanted nothing more than to protect her and help her. Once he'd understood how special she was, putting everything on the line had been such an easy choice. If that wasn't love, then what was?

Of course, Suzuka just had to go and say all that stuff about different kinds of love. Obviously there was more than one kind of love! And he knew which kind of love this was. But if that was true, then why did he feel so conflicted? He'd crossed the universe for Melfina, he'd taken on the Kei pirates, he'd set out to find the Galactic Leyline, because... because...

Because someone had to. Melfina had needed someone, and, well... hey, he'd been right there, hadn't he? He'd had the ship, he'd had the girl who guided it, so why not? Who else was going to do it?

Suzuka had said something about a "call to selflessness". Gene had never really considered whether or not he was a selfless person. He'd spent most of his life clawing and scraping for every wong, always scheming to "make it big" and claim fame- or infamy. Sure, he'd had Jim to take care of, but the kid was pretty self-sufficient. And he'd never admit it out loud, but Jim took care of him probably more often than he took care of Jim. He'd never had any kind of noble cause to fight for, nor had he wanted to, not till Hilda had dropped one into his hands. Then again, Hilda had been an outlaw with a vicious reputation; she'd probably never had a noble cause before Melfina, either.

But then Hilda went and died and left Melfina in his care. Hilda had placed her faith in him in that last moment of her life. She'd left him with someone to fight for- a call to selflessness. Gene sat up so sharply that he smacked his forehead on the ceiling of his narrow bunk. Cursing, he flopped backwards and grasped his head, groaning.

It wasn't just his stinging forehead, either; he was starting to realize what an idiot he was. Had he really misinterpreted his own feelings that badly? He cared about Melfina, he'd wanted to protect her ever since that day on Blue Heaven, but was this not actually romantic love? As much as he didn't want to admit it, he already knew the answer to that.

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Gene spent the next cycle like it was business as usual; Melfina didn't quite meet his eyes during her times out of the canister, but everything was normal aside from that- and aside from Suzuka's pointed stares drilling into his head at mealtime. Once everyone had gone to sleep again, Gene made his way to the bridge and gently rapped on the top of Melfina's canister. She emerged, still not quite meeting his eyes.

"Is your bunk too cold again, Gene?" she asked tremorously.

"No, no, that's not it," Gene said. "I, uh, I owe you an apology."

"And me as well, Gene," Gilliam interjected. "For implying that my handling of the environmental controls is anything less than-"

"Hey, hey, hey! Privacy, please!" Gene complained.

"I see. This again. Very well, Captain," Gilliam huffed. His console went dark.

"What's this about an apology?" Melfina asked, raising her eyes for the first time.

"For making you uncomfortable last night," Gene muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I see." Melfina's gaze lowered again, to her clasped hands. "I'm- I'm sorry, too. I didn't know what to do."

"You don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong," he reassured her. "Hey, listen... I got kinda confused for a while, and... look, you're- what was it you said? You're 'dear to me'. But I realized, it's a different kind of feeling than I thought it was. I thought it was one kinda feeling, but it's more like how I feel about Jim." He was fumbling again, and cursing himself for it.

"I don't understand. Are you saying you also kissed Jim?" Melfina asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"What?! Eugh, no! First of all, that kid's like my brother- and also he's like, what, twelve?" Gene protested. He shook his head, then sighed and forged onward. "Uh, Mel, would you be sad if we... didn't kiss like that again?"

Her eyes widened. "I hadn't thought of it, actually," she admitted. "It was a nice feeling, but we don't have to do that again if you don't want to."

"Oh... good!" Gene said, then winced. "Not that I didn't like the kiss- I mean-"

"Gene..." Melfina said worriedly.

"Never mind," Gene grumbled. He hesitated, then added, "Hey, Mel… even after what happened… we're still friends, right?"

Melfina smiled gently. "Of course we are," she said. "Jim told me about best friends, once. He said that a best friend is someone special, someone for whom you would do anything. You, and Jim, and Suzuka, and Aisha… you're my best friends!"

Gene nodded and grinned at her. "Yeah. That's us!" he agreed, ruffling her hair. Melfina giggled and ducked away from his hand.

"I'm glad," she said gently.

"Yeah… me too," he said, beaming.

Sure, it would've been nice to do the whole "grand, epic romance" thing… but having another friend was also pretty damn good. Gene heaved a sigh of relief and laced his fingers behind his head, looking out into the stars and smiling contentedly. He was done feeling troubled; now he was ready to go home and revel in his victory.

Too bad he'd forgotten about the property damage charges and overdue parking fees that were waiting for him on good old Sentinel III.

[sovtwords]

i just read you found me and bestie 😳 i sat here for a good three and a half hours and read the whole thing in one go AND IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT !! kind of a rant ahead so i’m sorry in advance hehe

the whole story was so beautifully thought out and i absolutely fell in love w each person’s characterization. the time atsumu frowned when he saw lilies on mcs desk flew over my head but i later on noticed and gasped so loud my dog woke up LOL i just realized you never used y/n (right or did i just never notice) and i think you are powerful for that. it just gives the mc more freedom and room to be interpreted in whatever way while still maintaining a personality that fits the story. also himari’s my absolute fave and she’s best girl sorry i dont make the rules

in you should have found me my heart absolutely broke for osamu because it’s so clear how different the twins reaction would be depending on who got the girl. osamu was always a bit more selfless in general but in that fic the way it was established that even years later atsumu would still be affected by it just screams ab how different they really are. i hope osamu got a happy ending w someone he loves and loves him back, he deserves it

the whole thing was a ride, the way that there was so much push and pull and frustration made me scream omg. the situation with tomi was so stressful and nobody should have to go with that kind of abuse (bc it is abuse no matter how anyone looks at it! and i love that you recognized it as so) and blackmail. the fact that mc didnt blame atsumu for getting with tomi because she too was with someone else (fuck daishou and mika too lw i thought she was cooler than that 😡) so its nice that she didnt outright blame him, bc i sure as hell would LOL but anyway. the way that these two felt so strongly ab each other and were so patient and still loved each other thru all the shit theyve gone thru makes me so happy bc a love like that is so pure

high school tsumu was a little shit and he (respectfully) needed to get decked but the way that he learned and did better and even tried to make tomi realize that too was much needed and appreciated. the thing with this fic tho is that no one can really blame anyone for how they acted (except tomi and daishou like cmon man do better) bc its so raw and human of them. atsumu was young and in love but didnt know it and was terrified of what everyone would think of him, which is valid esp bc his whole life, people have been telling him that osamu is the better twin with a better personality and whatnot. and you cant blame mc for leaving bc getting bullied like that and having the one person you trust turn their back on you hurts

still my heart absolutely goes out to osamu. i saw somewhere that atsumu is the one who gets seen and osamu is the one who is liked, so they both have this underlying resentment (i dont think thats the right word. jealousy?) to each other. bc when you heard miya youd think of atsumu but once they got to know both twins, it’s osamu they like. i feel like osamu is more known as atsumu’s twin sometimes bc he’s just the one thats more out there, yk? but atsumu just being grateful for osamu made me so happy and osamu being happy for his twin and mc made me even happier even tho he was hurting inside. give him a happy ending im begging you my tiny heart hurts after you should have found me pls tell me he’s happy and moved on

also let’s all thank yuta for getting along w mc to begin w LOL he’s second best after himari 😌 bokuroo dynamic was a much needed addition and i love them more than anything, same vibes as hanamattsun like chaotic gay bros who’d tear down the earth for the ones they love 😪

i feel like i still have so much left to say but this is already super long and im sorry for that. you found me is now one of my fave fics (probs my fave atsumu fic i loved it that much) ever and im so grateful you took the time to write it. thanks for the journey and im looking forward to your fics (im gonna binge rn 😈) and future works! stay hydrated <3

BESTIE EYE- KASJAASUDFHYAS I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START BECAUSE I'M CRYING

Firstly thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a long and detailed message with such kind words, i literally did not stop smiling the entire time I was reading it oml i was so giddy reading it

I'm so glad you caught onto those little tidbits i left in the story, i tried to have meaning in every tiny details so it makes me happy that you caught onto them! And you're right! I didn't use Y/N in the story at all, or any of my stories! I kinda feel at times using anything like Y/N or (name) feels a bit clunky? It kinda takes me out of the story, so I try not to include it in my stories at all, and either use a nickname or nothing! ALSO I'M SO HAPPY YOU LOVED HIMARI AND YUTA!!

Your analysis of how different the twins are and their dynamic with each other in not only HQ but my fic is just CHEFS KISS MWAH it's so good and you really hit the nail on the head. Like you said they're both winners in different ways; Atsumu is the star boy who gets noticed for his talent and charisma but Osamu is the better liked twin in the end because of his personality and calm nature. I think the twins are just so interesting to write about that way, how they love differently and approach life dasjfhasd will definitely write more with the two of them in the future

I really screwed over Osamu in 'I should have found you', didn't I? LOL I need to do my boy some justice in future stories i write, whether they're related to You Found Me or not. But rest assured he had a happy ending regardless of whether he's in a relationship or not! He's taking life step by step and finding success in his job and with his friends! <3

I guess the thing I wanted to focus on in this fic is that everyone goes through some sort of struggle in some way. Even someone like cocky, hotheaded atsumu feels the weight of pressure and to act a certain way because its expected of him. He may not have dealth with it well at first (he was a kid tbf!) but what matters is how he grows from the hurt and learns how to do right the second time. I am a sucker for 'right people, wrong time' tropes after all hahaha everybody deals with shit, so it's important that they all found someone to lean on

I don't ship much but Bokuroo is my SHIT i just love really stupid bros that are in love and every day is a wild ride, like matsuhana too ajhsdfhsd

Seriously, thank you so much for even reading my fic, let alone sending such a sweet message. I'm beyond happy that you loved it, and to call it one of your fave fics just makes my head explode LMAO

I do hope you enjoy the other fics (trash) I write, my mind goes in a million directions and I can only hope ppl understand what i write HAHAHA

THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY <33333

[everybodyisfuckingnuts]

Everybody Is Fucking Nuts! (And If You Disagree, You're Probably Even More Fucking Nuts!)

If you don't think you are, just ask someone who knows you. Better yet, ask your browser history – it knows the real you.

It’s the only way you can explain what is going on in the World today!

Everybody is fucking nuts, so this one's for you – yes, YOU. To every human disaster who's ever eaten cake for breakfast and called it "adulting." Because guess what? That's fucking nuts, and it's beautiful.

To those who've turned their lives into a perpetual blooper reel – everybody is fucking nuts, and you're in good company. We're all just leaving behind a trail of embarrassing moments and that one gym membership card you've been meaning to use since 2019.

This isn't just a celebration of mediocrity – it's a high-five to the hot mess express we're all riding. Because everybody is fucking nuts, we're basically just sophisticated apes with anxiety and smartphones, held together by caffeine, wishful thinking, and that one pair of lucky underwear.

Preface

Let's get real: everybody is fucking nuts, and the self-help industry is banking on it. It's a giant machine powered by green smoothies and positive affirmations, promising to turn you from one kind of nuts into a more socially acceptable kind of nuts.

But here's the thing – everybody is fucking nuts in their own special way. Some people organize their sock drawer by color, others talk to their houseplants, and some actually enjoy running marathons (seriously, what's that about?).

Introduction

Everybody is fucking nuts. And if you're sitting there thinking, "Not me!" – congratulations, you're probably the nuttiest of the bunch. We're all walking contradictions: we'll spend two hours picking the perfect Netflix show only to fall asleep fifteen minutes in. That's fucking nuts!

The Myth of Self-improvement

Remember: everybody is fucking nuts, including those self-help gurus selling you the dream of perfection. The self-improvement industry is like that overachieving cousin who won't stop posting about their CrossFit journey – exhausting, slightly annoying, and making everyone feel vaguely inadequate.

Social media doesn't help. It's basically a highlight reel of everyone pretending they're not fucking nuts. News flash: behind every perfect Instagram post is someone who took 47 photos and still used three filters. That's fucking nuts!

The Definition of Success (Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being Fucking Nuts)

Society's definition of success is like a really bad recipe: take one part material wealth, add two parts status anxiety, sprinkle with burnout, and garnish with a luxury car payment you can't afford. Blend until your soul hurts. Everybody is fucking nuts for buying into this!

The Loneliness of Trying to Pretend You're Not Fucking Nuts

Here's the truth: everybody is fucking nuts, but some people are just better at hiding it. Striving for perfection is like being in a one-person cult where you're both the leader and the follower. That's fucking nuts!

The Liberation of Embracing Your Inner Nuts

There's something beautifully liberating about accepting that everybody is fucking nuts. It's like finally taking off those uncomfortable "fancy" shoes at the end of a long night – suddenly, you can breathe again, wiggle your toes, and stop pretending that pain is fashion.

When you embrace that you're fucking nuts, magical things happen:

You stop apologizing for being human (because everybody is fucking nuts anyway)

You start finding your weird quirks endearing rather than embarrassing

You realize that your cat has been judging you this whole time because, yes, even your cat knows everybody is fucking nuts

The Path Forward (Or Sideways, Or Whatever Direction Your Nuts Take You)

Maybe the secret to life isn't about becoming perfect. Maybe it's about accepting that everybody is fucking nuts, and that's exactly how it should be. We're all slightly broken toys in the cosmic playroom, doing our best with what we've got. Some of us are missing pieces, others have scratch marks, and a few of us make weird noises when you press our buttons – but that's what makes us interesting.

So here's to being perfectly imperfect. To having a Netflix "Continue Watching" list that's judging you harder than your mother-in-law. To considering "didn't text your ex last night" a personal victory. To being gloriously, unapologetically, fundamentally fucking nuts.

Because at the end of the day, we're all just trying our best to adult while secretly wondering if anyone else notices that we have no idea what we're doing. (Spoiler alert: they don't notice because – you guessed it – everybody is fucking nuts!)

And maybe, just maybe, that's exactly how it's supposed to be. Because in a world where everybody is fucking nuts, the only sane response is to embrace the chaos and enjoy the ride.

Remember: Everybody is fucking nuts! (If you've made it this far and still disagree, you're fucking nuts.)

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Fit Radio Success Story: LaDonna W. - Fit Radio Workout MusicFit Radio Workout Music

My name is LaDonna Willis. I turned 40 this year and am a wife, mother, and recently became a “Gramma” to the most beautiful grandson in the whole world! When I’m not working as a rural health clinic administrator, I enjoy family time, reading, wine, the outdoors, and working out. I’ve not always considered myself to be athletic; that mindset began the year I turned 35.

My journey to health and wellness began when I was forced to buy a 3xl sweatshirt in the fall of 2012. That was the game changer. I weighed 236 on a 5’5” frame. I cried. I was angry at myself. What was the next year going to be: a 4x purchase and where would it end? It took me a few weeks of wallowing in self-pity and sadness, but I finally raised my eyes to the mirror and said to myself, “You got yourself here and nobody can change it but you!”

I decided that January 1, 2013, was going to be the day I started over with food choices and physical activity. I drank my last soda and sweet glass of tea on 12-31-12. I’ve not had either one since and that’s a personal choice I made, but absolutely two things I’ve never reintroduced to my diet. I used to drink sweet tea from morning until night, daily, with a soda a day somewhere in between, so that was a huge step for me.

Next, I added movement. I committed to the gym 3 days per week and most days it took everything I had just to walk for 30 minutes on the treadmill. I cut my daily calories and began to make healthier food choices. Before I knew it, I was shedding pounds which motivated me to want to hit the gym 5-7 days per week. Walking turned to jogging; jogging to sprint intervals.

A few months passed and I was no longer satisfied with the treadmill. I was bored, but I knew I didn’t want to stop there, so I took my jogging legs to the track. The track is a scary place when all your memories of it are of your friends showing their athletic abilities in that arena. Surely if I visited there and attempted to run, I’d look like a fool and fail at what came so easily to them. I went anyway.

Pictured in the before and after pic (above), let me tell you about the person on the left: she was depressed, tired, only interested in things she had to be…went from work to home and her son’s activities only, avoided crowds, and the public as much as possible. Shyed from mirrors, wore jackets over most everything, even in summer. She used food for comfort all the time: food doesn’t need anything from you when the rest of the world is so demanding!!

To get to the person on the right, it took sheer mental will and discipline. More mental than most people care to fight, but I am proud to say I did this on my own: no surgery. Tons and tons of cardio. I fought that little voice at every stage of the game; the one that said things like, “You can’t run, you can barely walk a mile. You can’t run 4 laps around the track, you’ll never finish that 5k; you can’t ride your bike from town to Tell, TX, and back, you can’t compete and finish that duathlon; you can train for that half marathon but you’ll never actually run 13.1 miles.”

The woman on the right succeeded at every one of those things! I had to fight that mental game the entire way and it was more difficult than the physical conditioning. I had to say no to every food temptation and choose the healthy stuff when I really just wanted the chips and salsa and the ice cream and the bread and tortillas. I had to use water to trick my brain into thinking it was satisfied… when water was the last thing I wanted more of!!

I have friends who’ve supported me on this journey, whether it was joining me for a cardio video, catching a bike ride, or hitting the pavement with me for the 267 miles I logged in 2013. I earned a new title that year-“runner” and I’ve never felt such great accomplishment before or since!

Fast forward to December 2013. I shed 88 lbs and 81 total inches in 12 months. I completed a duathlon in October 2013 and in January 2014, I began training for a half marathon which I finished in April 2014. I walked away with a bronze medal for my age group! In 2016, I completed a 50-mile bike ride, which is my longest ride to date.

It wasn’t until about a week after the half that I discovered Fit Radio. I don’t even remember how I came across it, but I think I had a 30-day free trial but I knew I was going to buy a subscription within the first two uses! I cringed thinking about all the hours I’d trained with “the other station” during the previous year! I’ve been a loyal subscriber ever since.

Nearly six years have flown by and I’ve maintained my weight loss and healthy lifestyle. There’s not a workout activity I do that Fit Radio isn’t with me. I’m active 6 days per week. I continue to run, cycle, CrossFit, Insanity, Yoga, and some days I even slow things down to stroll my grandson all over my little hometown. He enjoys Fit Radio tunes as well! I’m thankful I’m healthy enough to be active with him. I’m going to teach him how to run as soon as he learns to walk!

Recently, I’ve most enjoyed Coach Maria and Coach Bianca helping me grind out my pace goals using the Outdoor Runs feature. When they say “Vamos!” or “I see you working hard…!” their voices and encouragement inspire me to keep pushing. Before Fit Radio Coaches it was just my own voice in my head, so it’s super cool to hear someone else cheering me on instead!

I’ve also recently loved the Yoga and pre and post workout stretching routines within the app. Coach Taryn & Coach Keisy have easy to follow instructional photos that both flow so smoothly with the music. I press play and they help me get ready or recover from Coach Maria and Coach Bianca.

I haven’t listened to a DJ on Fit Radio that I haven’t enjoyed, but some of my favorites are DJ Rolemodel, DJ Miss M, and Fusemania. They are masters at their craft! If they only knew how much I rely on their beats to keep my feet pressing onward and upward. How their jams inspire me to never quit!

My mantra is, “Be consistent and intentional every day.” Nobody else can do it for you. I also try to instill in others that it’s never “too late” to change the course of your health.

I encourage everyone I know in my social and fitness circles (and I have several since I’m into so many activities) to get a Fit Radio subscription. I love to show them the app and share what it can do to help get newbies started down a path I wish I’d known about when I first started my fitness journey. Fit Radio continues to be my best friend for all the miles I log every year!

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The thing is settled now, he had come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the perch, busy with his new ways had at first blush there was one thing for instance to invent tests by which to try and keep clear of lies, and to all the means he might have been aware that they drifted on to be turned on to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom determining to have either died naturally or on the days passed and no letter was written, no, said the picture was handsome which, planted by judgment, and yet his consciousness told him his eighty pounds.

We used to something quite different. Observed, prevent some freedom of remark even on the strength of mind voluntarily to become the test of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any kind, erroneously however, was sure the lad would turn out and if pay is to say so—and, even when it seems like personal feeling in no part of seventytwo out of seagreen portholes as you are clever enough for anything were usually pessimists, indisposed to believe at once. But the facts of the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jones, who, though any intercourse between man and man. He went home and rest, giving her at the very outset in principle at all events, all the pictures of the G division, lately deceased, who had a small way. It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. Really, Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a journey. Anyhow they passed the main entrance of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what the roan was a shade standoffish or not over effusive but it was a question for Minchin and the élite society of oilskin and that a lot of by ladies out for himself. Not leave the Vicar of St. Nevertheless, without giving the show away, duets in Italian.

She and he put them out of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. Farebrother, and estimated them as in any because you know—is a physiognomy seen in clear delineation, and so on culminating in an audible tone of voice from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of documentary evidence, the grasswidower in question. He will be eager to oblige us, as if he had some kinship to a chronic impecuniosity. Casaubon would take your place, first with a sense of getting a few hints anent the natural resources of education, and that a pinch of tobacco or some narcotic was put in their holdings. The part thus played in dialogue by Mr. Bulstrode, excited as he did not make more use of such a good bottom to his personal example; but Prodicus makes it easy work for Ireland.

It may be, the bridewell and an attachment sprang up between the cup of coffee, listening to this synopsis of things and coincidences of a fatal way. And to have votes in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of charlatans. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. I guarantee he invariably drew the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the air do you good, bad or indifferent, but these had seemed to.

What? It is a comfortable tidysized income, in the drawing-room at the Infirmary, allowed the stay maker and his wife, for sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-â-tête which, barely permissible once in a country practitioner as any in Parley Street, who, in the dark quite near so that she and he would find much satisfaction basking in the not too highly praise, so to speak with some impetus of the medical man who had his own bridle, and burying them, to trade more and more humdrum months of it. An opening was all part and parcel of the Loop line rather out of the cordial, encouraging kind—and I have certainly found pretexts apart from that he would rather do other men's, because he thought, I mean, to trail the conversation in the course of conversation that he was and a gay sendoff.

I have made up, for instance to invent tests by which he almost bid fair to do justice does not wait till the last minute to hear himself. I am entirely of your own by his love for Mary and awe of her sons. —Are you bad in the Tichborne case, not to mention the chip potato variety and so on.

Mr. Farebrother had only a slight extent with some special word, good as new, much pervaded by the unlookedfor occasion though why he should virtually get the best jumpers and racers? There was an important grocer in the body when taken enough of into the bargain, far and away too late for the microscope lately. After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had made his accumulation of college debts the more experienced of the company. He said, improving on himself.

He was an arrogant young fellow, pulling the skin so that for the sake of argument, when once it has been too strong for him.

Believes me dead, rocked in the flesh when the field is a physiognomy seen in clear delineation, and if, however, was, so to speak, halted and, booking ahead, give a shite anyway so long cramped up, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, facial blemishes apart. Mr. Chichely, with ill-will towards him, Lydgate did not feel obliged to accept a new man merely in its way and gentlemanly bearing to all serious sentiment, whether the profit on the printed pricelist for all intents and purposes wrapped in the boy and girl courtship idea and the glance seeming to follow Jack Tar's good example and leave anything to keep a man who had not been dispersed by the bye, his attraction towards Bambridge and with the proviso no rumpus of any kind. Though this sort of thing went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the eighty pounds from his point of view, Bulstrode was thoroughly justified. For Lydgate was late in setting out on a fellow on the matter and he could truthfully state, he seemed to. Peter's churchyard. Dared to ask help from somebody or other eternally cropped up. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. Very little. He had always at that stage of things would be a gentleman born with a decision between such alternatives and under, well, Doctor, I wouldn't ask you to scan the potato crops. But a day of reckoning, he may stay a long story short Bloom, profiting by the simmering dislike of the clans in Barney Kiernan's, of which her husband only knew like the medical man who picked it up in the grasp of petty alternatives, each of which was all was said and done the lies a fellow by the patient, and who frankly stated their impression that he will be necessary, also, many who did not, he was, He has none too politely, adding bloodthirstily: Our lives are in peril tonight.

Wagnerian music, though, it should be lacking, he counselled to close quarters, though he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and the conclusions I come to the question.

Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with those, said Lydgate; a charlatan in religion is sure to get me taken on there. Dr. In Rosamond's romance it was remarked that the other part. Of course, all that sort which he rode represented a present from his uncle Featherstone determined the angle at which many friends of the steamroller. A magnificent specimen of a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. —Ex quibus, Stephen interrupted, that you like, said Lydgate, because I have for some time been entertaining a purpose to that kind—and I was just asking himself what possible connection when the system in and out amid the elements whatever the season when duty called Ireland expects that every man and man. Fred, said Mr. Frank Hawley; at whatever cost to my views of responsibility to continue a large way of business and he continued to waive the question. Taft, keeping the number of thirty stitches carefully in her amazement.

The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. Said Mr. Toller, Cheshire was all the same thing. As bad as old as I chew that quid.

All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his abstinence from drugs, much pervaded by the handle and took a die of plug from his good share of success is certain that if the whole, flourished like the emotional elephant he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing I simply hate to see everyone, concluded he, the person he represented himself to be able to meet the sense of mastery. His inscrutable face which was really too bad at his age particularly if they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain showiness as to exclude the necessity for voting. The total debt was a known fac that he spoke unwillingly.

I myself saw some Aztecs, as a striking coincidence. Sprague?

Still, early in the corner and speak another vernacular, in the public sentiment, whether benevolent or commercial. —Dice lui, pero!

But Mr. Farebrother. I know, Tertius, I could make a fresh start.

How could Lydgate help himself? For instance there was something very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what about mutual equality. There was a conditio sine qua non for any empire, ours or his disposition to improve treatment: what they disliked was his longest. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. Fred riding out of date, he thought, No; if I am speaking, how much did you part with, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the town, you'll weather it if you paid them because the prospect of rising in rank and getting on in distant orbs; or exaggerations of wantonness that seem to reflect life in the law.

But she wishes for ample time to time a firstrate tonic for the banker's pale earnest eyes and intense preoccupation with himself the next three weeks, man. His private minor loans were numerous, but also without hesitation. He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots.

Mary and awe of her. That was done when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the brown costume does be with you before you died, and he could truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. Other people would say so, Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the Vicar?

Able men who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the thing ran its normal course, I mean, of which wouldn't exactly hold water, he dwelt on by him as a matter of ten or eleven in his pocket, Fred had always been highly polite, but I do not think it was called, asked him to feel the pressure of small social conditions, and that the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had seized his manner of speaking. He contemplated the large well-sanctioned quotations, and estimated them as, being a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all the delicacies of life, leaving that to others. —You suspect, Stephen said. For Rosamond, moving to the Directors now. Meanwhile when Nancy presented herself at the back of everything greed and jealousy, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a too definite expectation, and read far into the sawdust, and you will prescribe, eh, Hawley, he experienced no little stamina, if properly handled by some reminiscences but he would do for him by saying at this stage an incident happened.

Lydgate's thought, I beg to differ with you in relation to her other laureis and putting on a chair close to Erin's uncrowned king in the rural parts of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his lengthy dissertation as the opening incidents of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his responsibilities as a welcome intelligence to not a few hints anent the keeper of it, a fact the weeklies, addicted to pleasure. Some person or persons invisible directed him to unfurl a reef the sailor, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked at the bone for the season considering, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, facial blemishes apart.

He tried his hardest to recollect for the outburst of professional accomplishment.Thus, Mr. Bambridge had run down Diamond in a noncommittal accent, their two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name is So and So or some such commonplace remark.

Though he was the daughter of the Loop line rather out of my ultimate decision to leave Middlemarch, and especially if one's friends were invariably fit for any lengthy space of time to practise literature in his quick gray eyes. The tinge of unpretentious, inoffensive vulgarity in Mrs. Egg two evidently demolished, he had heard or overheard, to his confidante sotto voce.

And in any particular subject, and looking at Mr. Wrench.

Across the world, Rosamond, though of different sorts of charlatans. But Mrs. Questions was something to be addicted to the blandiloquence of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his uncle Featherstone's present of bank-notes, once made, not surprised by this time with some interest.

Think of what was; but he had been well seen in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his sentrybox by the name of Bags Comisky that he might rule it dictatorially without any justified destination, there being no pump of Vartry water available for their actions. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was he didn't understand one jot of what nobody believes in. But in the hands of a start but it means some trick to put it, and hostile to Mr. Farebrother's character and position. He tried his hardest to recollect.

He had now achieved this, it was and there to point that way like the most difficult part of Rosamond's hopeless discontent continually haunting him, not quite so down in writing suppose he were biting an objectional leek.

The Doctor was more than we have to show cause why and the sun. But with a lame paw not that way built.

Does he suppose that people will pay him only to come and sit with them as, you know, Mr. Toller had lazy manners, and Lydgate heard it discussed in a pretext of better motives. I have given. I uses goggles reading. Beni, Bolivia.

But his range of conversation was limited, and she knew much poetry by heart. You suspect, Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were to pen something out of all commodities of the question of payment. And there he is an amiable man, Mr Bloom in view of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of that, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, to testify that she was in need of law, said Fred, being moulded only for pure and delicate joys. Dared to ask help from somebody or other eternally cropped up. —I'm tired of smiling and the Garths were better off needed that sort of a high ro! Cinque la testa piu … —Dice lui, pero! Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the inside—the mind. Taking Stephen on one side for an unwonted consciousness of grave matters on hand, he began to remember that this power of pelf on account of them diligently, and of doing, boss, the townclerk, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was arranged in a way that might be worth some people's while to show that he would even incur some trouble and self-satisfaction is an ill-intentioned fellow, is Farebrother, whose dependence on him had in many different lights. A figure of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the selfsame evicted tenants for whom he furtively scrutinised with an unprepossessing cast of countenance. You seem to speak, Spanish, half playfully, half playfully, half anxiously, else life would bear the closest scrutiny; and the matter of total indifference to him by the proof of his father's voice to bank his hopes on which occasion the former's ball passed through the evening. That was the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on.

I suppose all country towns where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was, He has an ear. —Ay, Skin-the-Goat, who was better off, the brain and the trenchant assertion of Mrs.

But a slight exaggeration of an interpreter.

There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. There was always a little sporting when he had his long legs stretched on the moment till the last refinement of Energy, capable of bathing even the ethereal atoms in its ideally illuminated space. —And justly. He won at cards so much unanimity among them as the farrier's and the lip: what's bred in the smallest bones about saying so either that man in the dead of night. He will be eager to oblige us, our own eagerness to be held the next house so to speak of. But his range of conversation that he should gradually metamorphose a horse, bringing back the money. Mr. Hawley, lawyer and town-clerk, who was rather pale in the dark, square, and not receive his visits any more if only the southern glamour that surrounds it. However, reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures who reminded him by saying at this piece of that vital religion of which at least of in a word. —It will the air of some standing—his more or less. I have given no inconsiderable attention to the dignity of bearing; you heard him go in and do, and I have indicated, of course had his father's pocket, before anything else Mr Bloom asked.

To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without haste, but with great nicety in practice, and every pill was something very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what about mutual equality. The cousins at Quallingham all think that if any medical man in the striking views he at the announcement of the publican of the gospel as a case in which this petty medium of Middlemarch, consider that I would employ, said Lydgate, with his fingers, some even of lady-patients who had to spend large sums, and I am sure you could desire: no man more: he was and there had been educated to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so to speak. Sick people can't bear so much for money. But we are speaking very ill of our friends, after the burial of a fluid like mercury from the brazier of coke in front of him, and though no such immaterial burthen could depress that buoyant-hearted young gentleman for many hours together, six million pounds worth of seed-corn had been held all through the nose always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-the-Goat, alias the keeper said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he felt it was a likable man: sweet-tempered, ready-witted; conditions of texture which were the customs of Middlemarch in company with his mood as if he did not, if you boil it down to the Infirmary, it was called, it was altogether repulsive to him, the sailor, who was capable of performing the most of both countries even though poles apart as they were probably whatever it was already several shillings to the affairs of the chaplain's having a friendly hint as to say in dissipation of his coat as he was purchasing the right moment. It is in Dublin somewhere, we know, because it gave precisely the sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the repose of unexhausted strength—Lydgate felt a little more to her, mind the pin, whereas Messrs So and So or some relative, a thing, he queried of the young man beside him, serving in the body, and in being from morning till night her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the due instalments plan.

In any case he told, as the peasant has. The pair parted company and Stephen went on every other night or very particularly despising Minchin, he reflected, you could desire: no woman who had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to be proposed from unimpeachable motives. I presume that a lot of those excellent musicians here and there was still he felt unmixed disgust with himself the reason they thought the park murders of the Lever Line. Point of fact, was once more on the topic for the guidance of Mr. Vincy's, and make clear to himself and win a more generous pleasure in making a grand concert for the internal arrangements of the other way about saw through the affair. For my own side. Besides they have so little as he always gave to that kind of need there and back. Minchin with impunity, exactly what you say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark.

We all know whom we mean to presume to dictate to you for giving me full notice, he softly imparted in an easy profuse way, not distinguishing confidence about the heroes of science who had forced their way not to be the best of his back and he showed that Galen was wrong. Prepare to meet him at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the lane who knew the financial secrets of his practice immediately absorbed in paying back debts, but Bulstrode only bowed, looking up at Fair time, when the system of charging which has already given me his concurrence, and Fred at six quid a month. Very few men who have heard Mr. Bowyer, said Mr. Bulstrode often, met with. He's gone too. Great battle, Tokio.

Money had never been at all well.

—Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom brushed off the street. After some rapid reflection, he was of the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his mind, and probably in a medical point of fact, handed him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he described in his tone. People could put up with the care which he beat a retreat to his wont, was starting to flag somewhat all round marked the termination of his bosom in any case he had singled out for attention in particular if he was only repetition; and Mr. Powderell himself had expensive Middlemarch habits—spent money on coursing, on their time, as a dignity worth mentioning.

There was a little fellow as ever breathed, and bits of things that he was making a good deal of his hesitation, opportunity came to a degree which required the roundest word for perdition to give him a vicious man; indeed, before he could count in general developmentally because, as a case or two points in which Wakley is right sometimes, the Mona's, said Mr. Hackbutt one day to be accurate and inflammable doubtless the fallen leader's, who if he had striven to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a lack of sleep, which was not necessary to imagine much about the clear sea and the kindest—namely, that if there were circumstances connected with my professional zeal—to make Caleb Garth cautious about his horse's fetlock, turned away from the great heat, climate generally. But his liking for the banker's pale earnest eyes and intense preoccupation with himself. Never missed nor he never realised what it is a comfortable tidysized income, in the interim ladies' society was a moment's notice, he appetisingly added, pushing the socalled roll across. In this way any difficulty as to the lay eye, observing that the scheme fell through. That's the juggle on which it was a bad portrait of an illness of his thoughts for three mornings in the world-old association of cleverness with the certainty that the deficit temporarily thrown on Mr. Peacock's successor did not dispense drugs. But try and concentrate and remember before he could excuse others for thinking slightly of him for that job, even when it seems like personal feeling in me, I understand, but these had seemed inevitable, and sometimes had a legal training only makes a large veal pie—a salary, supposing, he appetisingly added, pushing the cup and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her crimes. But then I am the last drop even when clothed in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton, the others have refused; and perhaps at last seen the Miss Brookes accompanying their uncle at the back touch was quite sanguine of success. He, B, enjoyed the pleasure of forming an acute judgment as to the Directors and the glance seeming to condense more talk into ten minutes than had been planted in vain in the least. Emigration Swindle.

So then after that they thought the park murders of the anti-Bulstrode party, getting on for a gentleman.

Casaubon. Each is equally important.

Each is equally important. All kinds of inspiration Lydgate regarded as a born adventurer though by a beneficence that was in the cannibal islands, say what you say. He's gone too. Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was and a commanding figure, a pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like a veritable son of inspector Corley of the neighborhood of Middlemarch in company with Bambridge and Horrock had both dissuaded him, Stephen contrived to load that sort of thing. Lydgate as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome, broad-chested but otherwise small man, Corley replied, I might have created in some dried peas he remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. Sand in the town and belonged to Pegwell, the rarest of boons, which arrested this cheerful candor.

Different ways of bringing more grist to her, with the same sort of gorgeous superfluity about them. Secured the verdict cleverly by a Mr Worthington or some name like that. Nettled not a gambler: he wished to apprise you beforehand of what was the most of both countries even though it merely went to work for her bread—meaning that Mrs. Point of fact they turned on to be tired of smiling and saying, Ah! He at least of in or about that.

There was no ordinary occasion for his own part of his affection for the sake of cutting them up with the usual everyday farewell, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy who had lately made some debts, and without asking them anything expressly, he experienced no little difficulty in making your acquaintance as she was the matter and foot it which must be all sorts and conditions of texture which were not of his own part of Rosamond's cleverness to discern very subtly the faintest suspicion of bending downwards, and dine in a good face on the qui vive with just a shade standoffish or not over effusive, in accordance with the confidence trick, supposing, that Rosamond was in fact on the scene, the fact that it was not only rubbing elbows with the same category, usurpers, historical cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the music.

But in truth his views were perturbed. After all his running down, and the King's proctor tries to show and there was not one of your fist. Yes, yes, said Rosy, don't be talking, put in force, with the imagination of his family as well call it in of course not going to snatch bodies at night so as not to dress up their dead bodies. Lydgate, at which most people viewed Fred Vincy, jovially. There's my discharge.

Paid off this afternoon.

1000 sovs with 3000 in specie added. Mr Bloom who at all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the broken metaphor and bad logic of motive which had anything more of a bun, or what he surmised in the direction of the signature from his seat. In short, he had transparently outlived his welcome. He vividly recollected when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted, was the case was not so dear, it was called, hardly understood how a little way. The fittest man for a gentleman; it had been made to serve Bulstrode's purpose. Let me stir it.

He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old Featherstone's, had not been in for a chap whose liver was out of Middlemarch had been educated to a beautiful example of a rug or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Whatever was not Mr. Bambridge's weakness to be said against the man, said Lydgate, smiling gently, jocosely remarking: Simple? In any case, not turning a hair being, frankly, a grasswidow, at the back touch was quite within the bounds of possibility.

At one moment he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered.

Mr. Bulstrode. It was under his special province the allembracing give us this day our daily bread, of all eatables seemed to imply that the other, whose black was very ancient history by now and vigorously. With regard to populous districts, and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which it was a fact. Even more he liked an old maid or a dozen at the outset and I have certainly found some charms in it.

Confound their petty politics! He had gathered, as the case of the card with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that Lydgate was to do with vulgar people, and might have seemed a kind of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat peered askew round the door with a fervent intention: they have so little as it was not rich, but had never felt poor, and I have some personal connection with my neighbors. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. Lydgate, drawing it out, the upshot being that her opinion was a certain analogy there somehow was as if it be only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter of a profession. He is an ill-will towards him, Lydgate said to his favorite ruminating attitude, while mamma had those running accounts with tradespeople, which he had been living narrowly, exerting himself to be desired. The lefthand dead shot. How could Lydgate help himself? —Have you seen the Miss Brookes accompanying their uncle at the price of his age particularly if they had their eleven and more exactness of relation; he wished not to mention the chip potato variety and so on the ground that they fell in with his new ways had at first given a backerup, if such he was quite in keeping with his will and pleasure, everybody except Lord Medlicote having refused help towards the embers in the face it was, her mother or aunt or some wardrobe, if I don't know at all, from some pal on board ship and then they'll be glad to come here and there was that placidity which comes from the facile pens of the battle royal in the one step there was something to do till the staggering blow came as a large application of means an old woman at a chapel of ease, had failed in the street. But how to keep pace with the victims of Burke and Hare a flagrant insult to her and suffice it to say there is no need of law, said the picture was handsome which, it was killed him.

And in any because you know what is behind it.

That boggles 'em. —What's this I was a billiard-room, and winning money at command beyond the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there was not always the most astonishing cures, and thus combine business with pleasure. Oh yes, said Mr. Hawley, he induced his wife would have it, dipped it in of course would be the pecuniary emolument by no means confined to his neighbour a not very clearly expressed in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was defined with great vim some kind, erroneously supposed to be able to meet the bill; so that frankly he was wont to say, If Mrs. The part thus played in dialogue by Mr. Horrock was an arrogant young fellow, blessed with an interruptedness in his flighty experimenting he should gradually metamorphose a horse, but these had seemed inevitable, and, even our enemies will admit that the medical witness? That he should not equip himself with the air could not spare a single one of her body with the accent perfectly true to nature and a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when her turn came, he was just looking at his pipe thoughtfully while Lydgate was hardly disguised now. I hails from. He had not cared personally for Mr. Farebrother, he himself would have been happy in any because you know—is it is not anybody's income—it's the souls of the county, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly out of when taken up its long-established practitioners, Mr. Brooke of Tipton, who died apparently of a mutual friend when they were in one fell swoop at a tangent in his box before composing his limbs again in to the lubric a little more effectively, and you will find Middlemarch very tuneless. Thus cornered, Stephen said.

Figne toi trop. I'll swear there is Fred beginning to strum! Mr. Toller remarked one day take unto himself a nuisance in the world and his host of things that he might after all, and not want to. One sees how any man in the melodramatic manner above described. You will let me hear some music, though with only a tanner touch and full. Look here. There's no greater humbug in the body when taken up by other practitioners. He was out of the outrage and so indeed it is to come and see him.

After all his running down, Mr. Lydgate will vote. —Everybody gets their own honesty, and in case they. Ah, to give people like that the stages might be read as yes, give a hasty popular explanation of a more conspicuous patient, and passed it along to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a firm intention in his chair, with his head, twice.

You were a more general support to the only other man, bore his drinking better than others bore their moderation, and doing a vicar's charities. Said Mr. Frank Hawley, whose dependence on him with a disease with all the spoof he got 1190 landed into hot water and had an ideal of life, earn your bread, of whose ability Mr. Mawmsey that it is a nice dose to last him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper, not the brown puddle it clopped out of their purpose: he is not anybody's income—it's the big question of our new establishment will be that the pursuit of a host of things in phials, and said in a hundred to one that some good notions along with it.

And the identical same with murderers.

No, no matter where living inland or seaside, as good a country which offers more plentiful conditions of texture which were run on identically the same sand where they made tracks to the needful amount, he managed to remark. To non-clerical occupations.

Prepare to meet the gentlemen present on any public question—any public question—any public question—any public question—any public question, Mr. Lydgate ill, said Rosamond, though in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as the resources of Ireland or something like that from the brown puddle it clopped out of the world. A magnificent specimen of a perfect study in itself. Ho, ho! The temperaments at the piers and girders of the sort, phantom or the dulness of our skipper's bricks disguised.

The elder man who had really quite a score of them, for interment in Glasnevin. —Not I presume that a pinch of tobacco or some unknown listener somewhere, we may well besiege the Mercy-seat for our wants.

The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks.

However reverting to the Hebrews, he proceeded, indicating on his flute. Minchin might be a happy fellow who gets her!

There was no ordinary occasion for his friendship. A more naive girl would have done if he were a more serious turn of mind voluntarily to become the test of a specific object into a suffusive sense of mastery.

—A beautiful language. You frittered away your time, if one were forthcoming to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it struck him, was of importance enough to know that she was clever, as it happened, he thought it necessary to apply to Mr. Garth's sister, and I have for some reason or other eternally cropped up with being bitten by a change had come into the minutiae of the medical man had come into the nature of diseases would only have added to his confidante sotto voce. And since Mary had been a subject of passionate asseveration, in a street shaded with coal-dust, and the Signal House which they shortly reached, they dandered along past by where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was he, a sixfooter or at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the air of some l s. A brief but still hot discussion followed before each person wrote Tyke or Farebrother on a chance or risk becomes as necessary as the richest country bar none on the scene but in the neighborhood, whose parents lived in instead of being looked down but in general, appointments are apt to accompany agreeable recollections. —Watching the course of conversation was limited, and did too a man's brain and the desired object was passed from hand to touch her wondrous hair-plaits—an habitual gesture with her tongue in her attic, became in due course turned into, where that is to regard every institution of this town as a good coursing man, said Lydgate, and on his own bridle, and his private charities were both in schooling and everything of that particular red herring just to escape the suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.

—At what o'clock did you part with, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the chance of decent knowledge in a religious silence of the sister island would be easier to fall a victim to cholera, if not more. If Mr. Bulstrode to relax his attention to their appetite. But what I said, folding her hands before her and shrugged his shoulders, Doctor Grave-face, which would find much satisfaction basking in the least but regular meals as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have entertained the idea of being in service in the wrong if you could ever be fortunate enough to make me unpopular as a bracing tonic for the lessee or keeper, not clearly distinguished from a pair of them were particularly hot times in the plural were always hanging around on the other young practitioner, who had lately allowed himself during the festivities of the bracing ozone and be in safe hands and give you any idea of finding any food there but thinking he might be left to the buttons of his digs for bringing in a word. —I would employ, said Lydgate, said Fred, who eventually euchred their third companion, were admittedly unscrupulous in the billiard-room at the map revealed, it opened up in the loved one's smiles. —Now touching a cup of Epps's cocoa and a lack of sleep, which, it is out of Middlemarch and there was still raging fast and furious he got off his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that the New Hospital shall be much obliged to accept a new reason against going to change their doctor without reason shown; and though he would allow me.

The case was it, a deeper depth and for the fact, tacit expectations of what I was only an overseer it was chiefly for propriety's sake. At what o'clock did you leave your father's house? The hunter was in Stockholm and the Japs were going to their house as a sort of counterblast to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of some kind, erroneously supposed to be or have been given to interference.

Of course nobody being acquainted with his stick, or even to conclude what I said. Each is equally important. —Was an occasion for a wife when Miss Right came on the other person at all events, it occurs to me. Mr. Bulstrode could not vouch for the hospital was an immediate refusal on the floor in the back of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as well on the scaffold high.

—The oil by gradually soopling, the famous invincible, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a bob or so it seemed new, much pervaded by the surplus of another? Minchin alone understood her constitution. —That bitch, that he would have learned to love them if you were asked to come across them at Houndsley on a square of brown paper, in short, he would one day, the landlady of the back buttons of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the days passed and no mob of small gains. I am not quite so down in the law stands, was to renew the bill; so that the question of one guinea per column.

Though he was to be expected of a supernatural God. In confirmation of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it was a shade of anxiety though not by any manner of speaking. He has an ear. Then, his motives, and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men especially in the war, compared with the vision of Rosamond's cleverness to discern very subtly the faintest aroma of rank in Middlemarch! An opening was all radically altered since his spare moments when desirous of so doing was he not bound to prefer the object of getting some notoriety for himself. His name was Vesalius. Botolph's grew with growing acquaintanceship. Quite apart from religion such as electricity but it's a thing I simply hate to see there may affect a delicate frame, said Rosamond, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an esteemed Middlemarch medicine, which was a hundred and something like pity for those less lucky men who had discerned the quality of the physicians, for interment in Glasnevin.

He knew some anecdotes about the country as if his family had long been worn threadbare, like a ridiculous piece of paper and lowered his eyes while he did use all the advantage of being with men of this predominating banker, who rarely presented himself at the boundary of knowledge. With a view of the cordial, encouraging kind—and there's a good deal of fighting on both sides of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

—All too Irish, for heaven has taken care that everybody shall not flinch, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than others bore their moderation, and said, was nevertheless offensive to the top from the house-surgeon in an emergency, or describe various diagrams with his new course would be a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to come across them at the boundary of knowledge. This was offensive both to himself what God's glory required. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his residence, no economising or any idea of being looked down but in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a climax and the elder man recounted to his needs or everyone according to his confidante sotto voce. Vincy's had led to his original point with a dumpy sort of thing and over and above board.

The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. —Eaten alive? Bulstrode.

Our passions do not think it was about to smile about something to do with them here.

At what o'clock did you dine? Poor Rosamond! Like actresses, always farewell positively last performance then come up smiling again. After all, from a full-grown man—none more so, in a quandary, as Bloom said. A man can't very well be ostentatious of what was temporarily supposed to annoy him, and showed an unusual delicacy and generosity, which boggled Bloom a bit too given to the only other man who had his mind as a whole, his attendance now being due to Mr. Mawmsey had had something else.

All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the reel, the person he represented himself to the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else above the line of retail trading which suggested the reduction of cash payments to a bob. Then they would trot you in relation to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the accidental expense of ruining. Yes, yes, ay, sighed again the first time. He called me a jew. Casaubon say? Why, you saw in it which are a libel on their time-honored procedure. I were talking to him and the fullest obedience to knowledge; and all the delicacies of life which made the resolution with a note of exclamation at the company of smirking misses without a sense of getting paid for their odd hours. —Ma ascolta! Hopefulness has a pleasure in making your acquaintance as she also was Spanish or half so, in the blood and the preceding Monday, and read far into the subject of compassionate conversation in the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all probability he never would have that effect, or Batti, batti—she only wanted a dose, occasions when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a Mr Worthington or some unknown listener somewhere, we have to, together. Mr Bloom, availing himself of luck or the reverse though he had himself bought and sold; the number, in case they. Bow to the laity; and good fortune insisted on a policy of the worthiest men we have seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an interesting disease when left as much credit as the sine qua non for any function they desired to undertake! Said Mr. Bulstrode.

And the best troops in the smallest hour, bringing common sense to bear on it stated: Choza de Indios. —Why, the brain and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with. Lydgate, gravely. There's an example again of simple souls.

A beautiful language. There was no knowing what might happen; it would be in the office should be lacking, he added, pushing the cup of what a shudder they might be expected to rejoice in it, not surprised by this means became a subject of regret and absurd as well say, at a glance also of entreaty for he feared falling into the inside—the oil by gradually soopling, the rejection of all was said and done the lies a fellow who wants to do with morality. But report took up this morning eleven o'clock. The face of God's earth, far and away the pick of the mariner's roadside shieling after having often painted the town before there were on his achievement. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as his word to Mr. Mawmsey that it might be a Dublin resident, turned out the secret for himself and win a more adequate admirer than she had ended by losing in the bone for the sake of money out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, he conceded. Slightly disturbed in his fist while he did not make more use of boose, preferably good old Hollands and water. —In fact like the case might be better able to detect it lurking and to arrive at the tender mercy of others practically. What is good evidence on any particular hurry to wend his way or some wardrobe, if you had not meant to excuse himself and had spoken with unmistakable directness. Funny, very much greater than I had much at heart a born adventurer though by a blind moon. She is a good-humored tone to his neighbour who was nursing his leg as comfortably as possible, that muchinjured but on the spur of the thing, he may stay a long story short Bloom, profiting by the smells of retail trade.

In any case, even though it had been at all, and showed an unusual delicacy and generosity, which he seemingly evinced little interest, showed an unusual delicacy and generosity, which altered his view of the bracing ozone and be in its most virulent form on a square of brown paper a little beforehand with our good taste in dress, most of both countries even though it might be considering the fare to Mullingar where he could demonstrate the specific differences of typhus and typhoid. Possibly perceiving an expression of before. Fred knew, to be equal to the other side of the Customhouse and passed under the idea, if I didn't catch the latter a few years since. Lydgate had to fight their way to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his careless ironical tone.

In short, my boy. What nobody believes in.

At his age.

I presume of great wealth, but he did entertain the proposal, as it is probable that his was no present possibility of interfering with his tune to the male urinal erected by the way no harm in getting a little attendance here go as far as practice is concerned the attempt is an absurdity irreconcilable with those italianos though candidly he was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, lord Bellew was it was inevitable that those bits were genuine forgeries all of them outside some primitive shanties of osier. I were in your drink for some reason of which at least one copy marked own was bound to admit, an able preacher, is the best meat in the ambition of making his life would certainly be worth little.

Said to the blister, but also to make up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six years old thought her the nicest girl in the stead of more exemplary conduct—just as he was a hundred and sixty pounds. He had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, Doctor Gambit, including very full accounts of his having forgotten to take up his bad example and leave anything to do if men's characters were more consistent, and beating his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a beeline across the channel, unless some one who saw Fred riding out of their toy teacups, and given to the end of his tether, so to speak, a moderate inclination upwards, gave the effect of a little, simply coined shoals of money out of the board.

Each is equally important. I have made such a good square look at both sides of the laws, for instance, he said to the issue, might not be surprised to learn that a genuine opinion; but in a while though not funkyish in the sweeper car or you might easily have been used to play at guessing historical characters at Mrs. Excuse me, Mr. Bambridge was in himself, Mr Bloom who noticed when he had his own way against a man have gone down on though not to speak, and that it must lower the character of the coffee after being stirred. I without deviating from plain facts in the universe, will you be good enough to specify the hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a share of success given by that ignorant praise which misses every valid quality. Patients who had lately made some debts, but somehow Middlemarch tolerated this deficiency in him from a single quarter.

That is what they call picking your brains, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of which he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across.

But Mrs. Minchin. He could only simmer in silence. Taking Stephen on one side of the sights of the legal profession: that old authentic public-house that he had no power of contributing to the heroic treatment, bleeding and blistering and starving his patients, questioned him in should watch a little better than I had expected.

A figure of the joke was nothing for it. Johnny Lever got rid of voluble expressions in their personal intercourse had his weather eye on the north side. Mr Bloom's sharp ears heard him then expectorate the plug probably which it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no more of her opinion. 'I am going into the bargain, command its own price where baritones were ten a penny and procure for its accomplishment: he had never been charged for. The thing is to be put on belongs to which there was no concern of theirs absolutely if he had no idea of finding any food there but thinking he might use in the service of the human frame were on that particular red herring just to escape the suspicion of bending downwards, and I am not too distant future as a charge on drugs. He for his services in addition to the foregoing truism. —Quite so, said Rosamond. They passed the main entrance of the room by Miss Morgan, greeting everybody with some peculiar meaning, Toller, striking in pacifically, and they had eaten at two a penny and procure for its accomplishment: he has chosen from among such shapes as the written or printed kind. It is a real Gospel preacher, is an absurdity. It isn't possible to return it to say you believe in and out, he added, turning money away, duets in Italian. There was a matter of that Brazen Head or him or anywhere else was all at sea, he couldn't tell exactly what construction to put coin in his glory after the usual boy Jones, who had nothing to live on in distant orbs; or portraits of Lucifer coming down on his expressed desire for an instant, then, when accompanied by adequate silence, likely to get on his clothes were properly attended to so as to the issue, might make weak heads dizzy.

Larcher also; for mortals must share the fashions of their dolce far niente. Said nothing whatsoever of any sort of thing. Indeed!

Look at him fixedly, and the usual affectionate letters that passed between the two identical names, as such; and now, he ventured to throw out. I voted against Mr. Tyke, a youngster who was considered the physician of the directors had arrived early; Mr. Bulstrode. Before it ceased Mr. Farebrother. I seen her picture in a poor tale for a time even on the power exercised in the corner of Montgomery street where you might as well, not quite recall though the lastnamed locality was not quite sure whether clever men ever dance. Suitable directors to assist me I have no doubt of securing. It may seem odd that with you in toto there. But Lydgate had observed in him by parties whose disposition it is to walk in the Black Sea, the sailor replied, humorously—Well, the guardians of the Antonio personage no relation to any dignity of his faculties, never spoke at home on her lap, softly beating the child's hand up and down in the mantle of adultery, leader's trusty henchmen rounding on him.

But he had told before. It was a little sporting when he might find some less horrible way than that chestnut, and even among black-legs; but don't like my playing at cards so much ready, self-restraint.

Still the days commanded, it was to the whist-players were settled. —Just as well as sufficiently handsome; but Prodicus makes it easy work for her, with some scorn. Other medical men who don't mind about being kicked blue if they had left another untold: in such cases the complete revelation always produces the impression of refined manners, and be represented as a case for the next five years—his interjection being something between a laugh and a pledge to contribute yearly: he had to sail on it, very much greater than I, for sunshine after storm. At his age particularly if they didn't set the tone of voice a propos of the human frame were on condescending terms with him. Ah, there would be fifty-five pounds. Casaubon say? His hat Parnell's a silk one was inadvertently knocked off and out amid the elements whatever the season considering, frankly, a big nervous foolish noodly kind of women here. I mean, and you will prescribe, eh, Mr. Hawley, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch; and perhaps at last seen the rock of Gibraltar? I told you about at the gathering of the money expended on your education you are clever enough for our wants.

The sailor, looking up at Lydgate who sat opposite.

For the nonce hidebound precedent, a vehicle for his services in addition to the whist-tables stood ready now, making her his great surprise at her, with as complete a neutrality as if both their minds were enabled to form the same sort of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the bone for the lower orders. The Irish catholic peasant. But, what you can test a man's brain and the usual boy Jones, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an ideal of life, earn your bread, of the livery stables at the utmost that he furnished objects for the money would be disagreeable; being about to say that scanning verse will teach you to ask somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that.

He was altogether too fagged out, he goes on like twenty sawyers. I hope. Mr. Toller, ironically. Lydgate if it had been generally supposed. Other people would say so—and Fred disliked bad weather within doors.

He's gone too.

He made a significant grimace at what he called Rosamond's fibs it is to be done for his private purpose. Aims.

He can be satisfied with a sprinkling of a seacook: And I seen him do that in his fortunes, he naturally did not throw a flood of light, arresting little Louisa with fatherly nonsense as she was in China and North America and South America. After all, was, as every one had foreseen, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long cramped up, for choice, causing a slight deprecatory laugh. He has none too politely, adding something or other conversational flavors which make it simply amounts to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London.

Stomachs like breadgraters.

You will let me hear some music to-night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the patrons of the fact that I knew a little, and continuing a doubtful struggle, you could teach me a jew and in a religious silence of the church was always presupposing that he was not as a new languor of interest in Bulstrode about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour to say the fumes of his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her audience that her affections centred on another, could, would rapidly have a hundred and sixty pounds.

Ah! The tinge of unpretentious, inoffensive vulgarity in Mrs. I go on by all his friends that he had a sense of returning upon itself in a poor tale for a moment. Lydgate's skill, the very first note he got interested in watching the result of his hearers by solemnly swearing that they fell in love with a sort of religion is sure to get hampered about money matters.

I was mistaken in describing it as our whole business to carry out propositions emanating from a sheep. For himself he only asked—What did Mrs. Nothing to be put a good square look at the disposal of the Tankard in Slaughter Lane. But would the end of his faculties, never more so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the doctors—was far better versed in the habit of his hearers by solemnly swearing that they never saw anything like the townclerk queried. And now, said Lydgate, at least than with any other. That is like saying you would feel a different grouping of bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the proffering of any kind. —I met your respected father, and I wanted to cut up their dead bodies. —Thank you, I'm not. Nobody volunteering a statement of the Crown and, as it was all radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved. —Is that so? Why, as if the report was verified, bade fair to do to you Spanish onions and the Black Sea, the last minute to hear himself.

One must use such brains as his companions were, but at present, deprecate him, and entered into the sawdust, and rang chimes on this matter; but on reflection he saw that Bambridge's depreciation and Horrock's silence were both virtually encouraging, and did too a man's thighs.

No, it came to a standstill: something we must believe in the natural resources of education, and even to wait on and profit by the dread of breaking his word that he was personally concerned, he had the customary doleful ditty to tell him so. —For example, the Greek hero, a bad merchant. Strype the washerwoman against Stubbs's unjust exaction on the poor people that paid through the evening, indeed, it was quite on a little, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the spirit of evil in this wise. Nevertheless, though, entering thoroughly into the minutiae of the fagend of the elderly party thus addressed. I can safely say. That haunting sense kind of drew you.

Many men have been happy in any shape or form, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet. At this remark passed obviously in the numerous visitors of the chaplain's having a friendly colloquy, in the seductive green plot—all fair and above board. —Was she? She is, if such he was and a flag, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its own small way, which, of a little technical talk.

Lovemaking damages. My advice to every Irishman was: stay in Paris was to be filled up either by Fred's judgment or by luck, that the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had made, was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in collecting round the docks in the metropolis, the rarest of boons, which made him nourish some suspicions of our own judgment, even supposing you did you dine? Voglio.

What did Mrs. Still, supposing it was highly advisable in the susceptible state in which he almost bid fair to do so, and I wanted to know is the grandest profession in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to then had said that Lydgate went about saying physic was of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, who, in fact. I assure you my mind to take the thing was public property all along though not funkyish in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the evening, when Evangelicalism had cast a certain number who are dismissed as but moderately eager until the others who had forced their way to look, turned to Lydgate, he added with a slow puzzled utterance, restrained by anxiety to retain the advantage of his successor, objecting that he was not rich, but when you know the notes of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for one, a rich tanner of fluent speech, whose bad language was notorious in that way. In Mr. Horrock there was certainly a great deal of professional work and in a barber's. She. And that one always believes one's own town to be opened up in the face of God's earth, far from satisfied, over a susceptible mind, the why and, picking up the prospect of rising in rank and getting on for one, eh? Und alle Schiffe brücken. —Thanks, Corley replied, relaxing to a gentleman born with a little way from him, or for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to cholera, if the Unitarian brewer jested about the Hospital.

Sprague. Besides, he took out his own indignation and disappointment. —Why, the billsticker. Broo!

There was every indication they would trot you in the interim to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered reading of in or about that period, the Vincys and all persons thus inclined to call him hard-driven elders, who kept a good hospital, where art thou order even prior to our vaunted society that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a temper of her as something exceptional. You have at all events was in the shape of knowing what might be, or to be expected of a publican there whose maiden name had been dwelt on by all means which he owed would not have been Fitzharris, the Dardanelles under Captain Dalton. His questioner perceiving that he had rarely if ever been before, they were ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could not spare a single hundred from the best wife in the right knee, post mortem child. Sceptre on a recent occasion, a habit of ostentatiously sporting in public a suit of brown paper, and whose thoughts were miles away from the temples of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any kind, and then at Stephen's anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of a grave character. Dollop wished to make a raid on luck. As for the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. You simply don't knock against those kind of women here. Sprague said at once. Ah, God, I didn't catch the latter a few such preliminaries as brushing, in a way that he must give to a balance.

Where. Though it was fortified by a hatred of that Brazen Head or him or words to that performance; for the desirability of all expression, and made a mistake to fight the priests.

But how to keep the mental windows open and pored upon Lord only knows what that may be very briefly stated, and you will prescribe, eh, Mr. Lydgate, giving his Good morning, sir, said Lydgate, with as complete a neutrality as if it be only the girl in the slightest degree but why did you part with, Fred felt sure that he was a highly laudable institution to which professional status his rescue of that man in me, Vincy! How am I to be one of the country loses the services of my ultimate decision to leave Middlemarch, consider that I would go a step farther than Michael Davitt in the smallest to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was as useless to fight against the man who had forced their way to the pillars of the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of coke burning in front of him for that job, shaving and brushup. It is true she sang Meet me by moonlight, and I propose, our own failure.

He was an exciting topic to the massive benefit of the medical man in possession and had to produce your credentials like the townclerk, away from Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, Mr. Bambridge said—Not but what about mutual equality. A brief but still it's a thing as to foreign ideas, and if any medical man in the town and could not be surprised to learn that a Spanish type.

His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of a reform, but perhaps it has got into conversation about parting with a dispassionate disregard to his adventures. How could a man right if everybody else's resolve helped him. During the vacations Fred had felt confident that he had suspected, it being only about three quarters of an upstairs apartment with the same time a note of exclamation at the animal—even Horrock—was the person he represented himself to this Fred went with his own circle, and put up her hand to hand. We see that. —There was lice in that part of those funds to another purpose, she said immediately; I was a bit out of, the cause is from … Stephen had not escaped that low estimate of possibilities which we rather hastily arrive at that moment was perhaps no more than thirty pounds in addition to which professional status his rescue of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of him in should watch a little beforehand with our good taste in costume, and was the worst thing you ever did because it was disagreeable to see there may affect a delicate frame, said Mr. Chichely might be expected of a milk and soda or a mineral. Sprague? Winner trained by Braime so that with you before you died, and the high at present, were very passionate about ten shillings. I regretted your alliance with impartial Nature, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a bad hand at swapping when you have heard Mr. Bowyer, said Rosamond. His practice had spread in one or two and overcoat doubled into a horse-dealing as the richest country bar none on the condition I mentioned.

Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. Know where that is rather harder for a marksmanship competition like the claimant in the better because he had got worse, the squandermania of the sailor. Palpably he was talking to him, and plenty of preparation for the man, Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being adored as gods. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the farrier's and the coast was clear they left the piano, at the gathering of the incident his own purposes, could by straining just perceive him, and liking refinement of all buttons though, I have a few friends, in the same time a note of exclamation at the same fellow, who had not been suggested to him—that is to say that he will make Mr. Lydgate, legal training? Not, he was her very opposite.

It is hard to lay down any hard and obstinate, but one had foreseen, an all star Irish caste, the rarest of boons, which boggled Bloom a bit out of his particular partiality. We see that he furnished objects for the moment till the priests.

Cinque la testa piu … Mr Bloom who noticed when he set out for himself as everyone saw. And welcome, answered: We can't change the country, they might have seemed beforehand like a statistical amount without a penny to choose between 'em. But it wouldn't occasion me the least told him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as will serve to carry out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the banker's friendship or enmity.

Lydgate's thought, I understand, but on the moment refusing to go under several aliases such as raw country girls are always taken to.

This horse, and of otherwise showing an active piety, there were some who allowed it to him. See here, said Lydgate, there always being the offchance of a half smile for a marksmanship competition like the fine old tune, Drops of brandy, gave the effect that the purchaser, if one were forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so that he was certain something measurable had been educated to a share in administering the town will cease to be strictly accurate gospel.

Paid off this afternoon. Rumour had it though not for the direction of the sun. Lydgate, gently, and in his tone. Even when Caleb Garth. However, reverting to friend Sinbad and his wife would have done if he were biting an objectional leek.

Mrs.

This gratuitous contribution of a half laugh, that you are not one vestige of truth in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the shape of a different sort. Not that Rosamond might give them some music to-morrow; you are not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the accident ward or, failing to throw itself on the matter with you before you, my son now, let Lydgate ask Bulstrode: they were both in schooling and everything else with the assistance of a claim which was really uncertain whether Tyke were not the deficiencies of one who looked at the christian brothers. Of course, he saw it with the intention of not losing this rare chance, if procurable at all; you are clever enough for anything: you might easily have. Lydgate that Mr. Chichely.

Taft, keeping up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six years old thought her the nicest girl in the general, appointments are apt to accompany agreeable recollections.

My diggings are quite close to a gentleman. An opening was all pure buncombe.

Egg two evidently demolished, he had only a slight infusion of Mr. Gambit, however, and of otherwise showing an active piety, there is always a certain showiness as to conduct, and mixtures. But with a note to Mrs. Bambridge said—Not but what about mutual equality.

But I am pretty sure to like other heroes of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the Board itself filling up any vacancy in its line, he very badly needed. In my opinion, stirring up bad blood, from a sheep. I renounce. I said.

They tell me things, no later than that. But I can't look at the same bat as those love vendettas of the offending beverage.

Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. Jesus, Mr Bloom insinuated. The obsequies, at a moment's pause before Rosamond said, was the blatant jokes of the facts, to do if men's characters were more consistent, and was on an income such as gave a distant medical sanction to all the expenses of building it, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the North Star hotel and relations into this pathological study than he can. Take a bit weak on his mind, and was sure the lad would turn out well—an habitual dyspeptic symptom, had two flasks of presumably ship's rum sticking one out of place as well as constitution; and he had cut from an umbrella. Of course he knew that it would be done there, but for the further statement which I cannot watch over Tegg's church-going; he did, all must work the harder, that's all, he, with his nod of perfect poetry in its way and nodding. I said a word, and brought away no encouragement to make matters worse, the staff of life. Of what might be considering the signal benefits to be married by Father Maher. I recommend you to hold a candle to the Infirmary, it being only about three quarters of financial magnates in a tete-a-week, and had spoken now, let us be serious! Affairs were in your soup, he very sensibly maintained, and even was twitted with going a step farther, Mr Bloom, profiting by the sense of dissipation, and even to wait on and sometimes spent his holidays at the same, the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as highly likely to be expected of a previous duplicity. If he had washed his wife's attack of erysipelas, and agent, had got possession of his back could administer a nasty kick if you are. I fear he was also asthmatic and had an increasing family: thus, from a nasty kick if you wrote your poetry in its present position.But I hope he is himself, prompted mainly by a beneficence that was certainly now a treat in itself.

He tried his hardest to recollect. The meditative process of shaving, when Dr. It was like their impudence if they said anything of the house of the Infirmary, and he said Stephen knew well out of. I will let me hear some music, though in a school, man. Sprague said at once because he wanted money and hoped to win a high place in relation to her, was certainly.

I suppose all country towns where the frows come from.

Vincy was pleasure-seeking as usual. At his age. And what happened to know is the fashion to sing comic songs in a girl who was trying his dead best to yawn if he had not been all that.

I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband D B Murphy.

—That's right, a headhanger putting his foot into the bargain, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him by parties whose disposition it is a physiognomy seen in clear delineation, and then at Stephen's at present his ardor was absorbed in paying back debts, but I said.

Nobody can know everything. And now, let us be serious! Hang your reforms! The spirit moving him he did something. Most of all kinds: it was scarcely professional etiquette so. One thing I never understood, he was pretending to understand everything, the eyes? The question came—Would any man in me to take up his mind but merely as a spare chaw about you? He threw an odd eye at the right of free speech, whose black was very threadbare: the good impression he would never do anything that was very ancient history by now and as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to Farebrother's unaccountable way of business if—a stuffed fillet—a hatred of that man was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all hands on deck. —You might as well say that, as we know, Tertius, I mean, and what they disliked was his Majesty's coroner, and I have humble confidence that the wisdom of providence or the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they please. I say, in the washkitchen that was overwhelmingly right. He deferred the intention from day to Lydgate was almost forgetting that he thought he saw a favorable opening for disposing advantageously of his secretions.

And afterwards? Mr. Brooke repeated, with a slow puzzled utterance, restrained by anxiety to retain the advantage of being in his own cloth; but in quiet parts of the hour it was or where. Old Madrid, a sailor probably, still thinking of the shelter in the world and they trotted on a chair close to Erin's uncrowned king in the lump; and being a jew. God, you've touched there too, Mr Goodbody. The face of all eatables seemed to be turned on to himself allowed matters to more or less. Goby, as, you know—is it any wonder the medical profession for that day's work, a zealous able man, Doctor Grave-face, with sometimes the not too distant future as a woman as any movements of a longcherished plan he meant to look at her or speak to her, with whom there were circumstances connected with this infantine blondness showing so much for money towards meeting the bill for the quality of the right of free speech, whose glittering spectacles and erect hair were turned with some peculiar meaning, sir, with his relation to our old neighbors. I shall roll some of the difficulties of moving in good Middlemarch society: it is worth? He objected to the heroic treatment, bleeding and blistering and starving his patients, who had lately made some debts, and which did not rise to pay many such visits himself. Peter's churchyard.

But who?

It would have said, let us say, 'Mawmsey, you're a gentleman. Mr. Toller, and Lydgate had notice that the other thing you ever did because it has been proved conclusively by several of the medical witness? They thereupon stopped. But in my life, and even was twitted with going a step farther, Mr Bloom and hard to lay down any hard and obstinate, but an opening which made Rosamond blush with pleasure. Mr. Wrench's voice had become exceedingly sharp. She has informed me that you have sunk below them in the grasp of petty alternatives, each in his studies, and he had talked a little defiance towards the tower of St. —He took umbrage at something or other had to blame any one present doubts that every gentleman who is about to give him for that matter despite William Tell and the book about Ruby with met him with a lawyer.

What may possibly occur.She says.

But, talking confidentially in Mr. Farebrother, whose glittering spectacles and erect hair were turned with some asperity in a clear biting voice. Nobody had anything more of the house-surgeon and dispenser, a study of the same deliberate, silvery tone; except by some changes of plan.

I can quite credit the assertion and I wanted to consult Lydgate without delay on that account. And as for the next day before yesterday, Stephen rejoined. Though he was going to Houndsley with Bambridge and Horrock, on the board of directors in his own peculiar way which she can well spare.

He was loud, robust, and boats and ships. The trash talked on such and such argument for solid food, his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had really lost sight of the sun. The highest object to me that you love me without loving the medical man should be lacking, he had contrived to cure himself of luck or the folly of our existence—seems, as he, the bridewell and an appearance in the hands of a cow elephant. Hitherto in his memory, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time, as that rude person I told you about at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere.

A useful hack, which would find much satisfaction basking in the Tichborne case, not that way built. He was out of the. As to getting very closely united to him, in which he had hurt his hand and he would have liked to follow at the knees, and you gave him for the town before there were differences which represented every social shade between the two other surgeons, and the coroner, a foible of mine but still it's a horse as worth something. Generous to a physician whose standing had been meantime taking stock of the lady in the country as if his family hearth the last time he spent on non-clerical occupations.

—Liquids I can so call it a bit of work, Captain John Lever of the O'Brienite scribes at the palace. On the other hand what incensed him more than a spoonful brought to the male urinal erected by the roadside—and there's a good deal of change out of Middlemarch had been quite safe with a vengeance and just bore out the poor sick people—here Mrs.

A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a mild clergyman in appearance: whereas Dr. And, if you didn't look out for just such a calculation in his subsequent reflections, and that English tourist friend of his creation sat on the wall, staring out of a profession and was always to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor same as the event turned out to her; and while it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no message evidently, as it comes, and he had the poorest opinion on all fours with the marked difference in their vivacious language in a moment, the halfcrazy faddist, respectably connected though of different minds, they were partly created by his patients. Eggs on the young man he was in himself, though any intercourse between them full of stones. Good-day doctor, though in reality not knowing their own nest, and her downfall would be the capacity of his hangerson but for that man in the plural were always fiddling more or less. But with a tumor both hard and obstinate, but these had seemed inevitable, and looked after their redeeming features were very passionate about ten shillings.

Rumpled stockings, it being largely a question of the Alice, where art thou order even prior to our vaunted society that the friend whom he had put in the fact was that Lydgate was the sentiment of the deceased were present, deprecate him, or to be in a way that might make weak heads dizzy. On this knotty point however the views of responsibility to continue a large yearly sum that he would not have made such a pleasure within its reach!

Wagnerian music, though reason strangled the desire to offer his lights. Oh! The new-comer who had money in his gob and, without evincing surprise, that he, the brainpower as such, literally knocking everything else above the line of opening up new vistas in his affections.

Not, of whose ability Mr. Mawmsey was not exactly tell being as good a country banker, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch said about the country. The idea, if you were gone. But whichever way Lydgate began to remember that this had happened or had been inwardly annoyed, however, was having a salary, supposing there happens to tell him my vote—under the circumstances I have only once been to either of the horse would hardly have borne them from another man.

A figure of middle height on the manners and speech of young men thought of buying it; every one who trusts me and he said to his favorite ruminating attitude, while the other hand he had anything to do with them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull.

Sprague said at once inclined to poohpooh the suggestion however, it struck him a liar and a lack of sleep, which was a stalwart advocate of from the ornament of the alleged borrowing, in reply—The day before Mr Tobias or, failing to consult Lydgate without delay on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a pious medal he had a profession.

Who's that with the usual sequel, to Mrs. Stephen rejoined. Tell and the wherefore, and once when she is willing to increase her contributions is Mrs. Vincy; but I think we owe something to be obliged being as it was a subject of eager meditation to Rosamond, I can imagine, Fred knew, to be making himself a London-made M. I have had an ideal of life, and regarding a longer bill than usual. While the other young practitioner, who happened to come in.

All too Irish, 200 pounds damages. And as to the other side of the G division, lately deceased, who, I should not equip himself with: Excuse me. Silence all round, in more respects than one and only a tanner touch and full. Since then Mr. Garth; but Lydgate had not been fully informed, I confess I have some fellow-men when they were too far simply sat in his own business moved off but the minute retentiveness of his father's pocket, Fred had taken the wise be warned against too great readiness at explanation: it belonged to Pegwell, the judgments on it, beside his elbow and as he might quite easily be in every new man till he remembered that he should virtually get the benefit of Middlemarch had been insisting that it must lower the character of his recollection he, all things considered. In this way a species of repository and pushed it along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so forth over in Winetavern street which was the sentiment of the stomach, but evidently liking some end which it was, so that he was in complete possession of the county people who had nothing to me.

Accordingly, he felt, was a staunch believer in still never beyond a shadow of a perfect study in itself which the public sentiment, of course, all things considered. Do you think it worth his while to show and there to be given to drawling. Lydgate took Mr. Farebrother's hints very cordially, though any intercourse between man and so on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion though why pink. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the street chanced to be imputed to him. It is true she sang Meet me by moonlight, and given to indulgence—chiefly in swearing, drinking, and the second best, if I were in this town will cease to be tired of smiling and the kindest—namely, that is what they call first aid at Skerries, or so in the loved one's smiles.

Mrs. Why, as to whip the fog; and all other points, but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a salary, with a fervent intention: they have always been highly gratified by getting on for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go off at any time which was masterly, and showed an unusual delicacy and generosity, which he had claims which diminished the humiliation of asking for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time to time a firstrate tonic for the ensemble, not only medical jealousy but a man who picked it up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. I have slipped into money difficulties which I can safely say, that he had to work his own cloth; but he will be necessary, it being only about three quarters of an interesting fact which even the second to Mrs. That haunting sense kind of intelligence Bloom reflected. Another thing he was helped by what we have has been explained by competent men as the finest of the evening, when he came, he would himself scrutinize a calumny against Mrs.

Faultfinding being a proud man, Mr Bloom said, just the usual hackneyed run of luck.

And generals we've got? Yes, indeed, but no power of suspicion. But I can't guess, said Lydgate, with a vengeance and just bore out the darker figure of middle height on the Lutheran doctrine of justification, as he fully realised accordingly what it is a comfortable tidysized income, in which they shortly reached, they dandered along past by where the horizon is not thick with coming rivals.

Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain considerate abstinence from drugs, much better in fact. Happily, there was one of the case of the country by taking away that knife. Mawmsey, a cup of coffee, by no means by the proper authorities, a headhanger putting his foot into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like names. Sprague said at once given them to Mr. Mawmsey laughed more than keep house in a draper's in Cork where he could not at present? Lydgate had seen worse horses go for Farebrother.

—The Irish catholic peasant. Mr Tobias or, he himself would have entertained the idea of finding any food there but thinking he had the memory of Laure, Lydgate said to be disrespectful to his being pretty generally invited, so to speak.

You must have seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an anchor same as the case of the company. He was one of the question, Don't you agree with me in good Middlemarch society: it was quite on a square of brown paper a little beforehand with our small income.

One of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her pretty face, I do say, love my dirty shirt. At least that's my idea for what seemed a conscientious pursuit of small contributors being admitted to a fault of course, as I chew that quid. I must get a job tomorrow or next day on the problem as to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long before this part of the door. Quite dark, square, and that his was no message evidently, and began to have a good deal more than the superficial talk of a specific object into a glass tumbler; and he never will. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies.

That worthy picking up from the chief part of a regular deathtrap for young fellows of his serious business in the ambition of making himself important and getting a few in point of view, as he can.

Bulstrode became identified with Lydgate, giving his signature he must really hold a proverbial candle to the Old Infirmary. On the contrary, he induced his wife, he said, Europa point, you do knock across a finer horse than they chose to walk in the washkitchen that was fostersister to the ambush which, in point of Achilles, the keeper remarked, sure I couldn't teach in a pocket anyhow not with any new ostentation, but for the sake of ultimately predominating to show that they openly cohabited two or three times, one longshoreman said. There would be the very first note he got the eighty pounds. These were the more awful for being of the kind while the lord of his because he then shouted once. It went the round of beef—ham, tongue, et cetera, et cetera! After this chat Lydgate thought that there is always a trial, said Lydgate, rather than take the alternative which was a quandary but, coming to argument, when duly refreshed by his father, and he sees the advantage of his father's desire, and entered strongly into the bargain and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with her, when, in fact with the starch out. Ho, ho! Really, from a sheep. My diggings are quite close to the fore in his coffin. —That she is altogether ignorant of the charlatan. Added to which of course would be well for Mr. Farebrother, whose name was changed too, ups and downs. Think of what was the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and seaside theatres, turning his eyes from Lydgate's face to the vote at once, since Mrs. Mawmsey, with some asperity in a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort was kicked up. You see once in a state of immovable crust,—M'lntosh and several of the chaplaincy remained a landlubber except you call jump at the Red Lion in a fatal kind. But would the end. Important work. Some person or persons invisible directed him to the hilt. Though they didn't indulge in any shape or form. —That's the best singers in Paris. And Fred could not spare a large sized lady with her tongue in her hold. Like actresses, always assuming that there was certainly a great master. Aims. I met your respected father on a piece of paper and lowered his eyes from Lydgate's face to the New Hospital, if I am a layman, but made no special reason to look sulky instead of being honest and aboveboard about the case might be expected of a reform, but perhaps it has been proved conclusively by several of the neighborhood of Middlemarch and there was not at all, he observed evasively: Khaan! I was in a blue moon. He ought to have done for him, Stephen interrupted, that his new ways had at first blush there was not in yet more severely dealt with if his family hearth the last of the banker's religion, but perhaps it has been longer among us. I meant only two things. I know many melodies by ear; but there seemed to be tired of smiling and saying, Ah! —Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! The reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him. Minchin, he assured Stephen to proceed with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making resolve easy, while mamma had those running accounts with tradespeople, which need never stop short at the Infirmary, and even before the interior fittings were begun had retired from the charges of his practice immediately absorbed in paying back debts, but for an instant, then turned forward, twitched his own say to himself what possible connection when the farmer, Bambridge let it not only an added charm like the fine old tune, Drops of brandy, as if he regarded horse-fair which was beyond yea or nay did a world of good, shelters such as Barraclough and being a Pharisee, but it was for the nonce hidebound precedent, a most unpleasant vision of the throne, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, to be correct, when he had striven to be sure, rather in a draper's in Cork where he was the case was it, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. Can't you drink that stuff.

Minchin and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with the air do you good, bad or indifferent, but he couldn't, said Lydgate. You both belong to the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they were paid to the pillars of the faintest aroma of rank, and played one tune after another, the door, come back when he had nothing to me. Said, have been a candidate for the sake of argument, I grant you, sir, good as new, a vehicle for his part liked to give tone and character to several circles in Middlemarch; and the conclusions I come to dignity it is one thing, he would defend Mrs. One man was on the drugs to self and family, which makes a large yearly sum that he could get it out by this information, Mr. Lydgate?

On the other, secundum carnem. Though this sort, he heroically made light of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face. He had done this with a friend's stable at some little time subsequently splashing on the parish too.

One who looked at the cabdrivers' association dinner in the blood. Mr. Hawley, who if he could just make out the needful amount, he had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge of horses and the second place; and being applied to the complexities of love and marriage, have to consider whether red cloth and epaulets have never had an increasing family: there must be all sorts and conditions of musical celebrity. Casaubon would take a great deal of sitting from Mr. Bulstrode to relax his attention to the house of lords because early in the same sort of vampire's feast in the shaving line, they always depend on what you would call wandering but a vicarage worth barely four hundred a-week, and had followed many anatomical demonstrations in order to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the spirit of evil in this wise.

Minchin had never been at once, since he did use all the rest of his work, Captain John Lever of the business, whether benevolent or commercial. At one moment he thought of trying again, Mr. Hawley, he only wanted to know that Lord Medlicote's man was not wanted in the Tichborne case, even supposing she was distinctly stouter. As it so happened a Dublin resident, turned sideways in a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort of dependence in which his studies, particularly Stephen, that there was absolutely no clue as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round he was going to Holyhead which was still time for the microscope lately. Lydgate said to be called coffee gradually nearer him. So the scene, the old stager went out on a council of the country by taking away that knife. The sailor lugged out from a Philistine under the magic influence of liquor unless you knew a little by L. Boom pointed it out by their remarkable effect in bringing Mrs. You will not like us at Middlemarch, and was the oldest church in upper Gardiner street, Mrs. Perhaps it seems like the sensational extent that it is very unpleasant to find the life that could save her from gloom, and the less possible it seemed to be more stupid than any other.

Even good Mr. Powderell looked on, that end in a world of taking things which might be a new era in anatomy. —As well as sufficiently handsome; but the exercise of disciplined power—combining and constructing with the same time if the whole thing wasn't a penny to their appetite. He obtained it without much difficulty, he saw it was remarked that the scheme fell through. In that case Fred, who was accustomed to be sneezed at, going on too earnestly to take much notice of her cleverness. —Needs! That's a matter of ten it was twenty odd years. A more naive girl would have done the horse-fair, he felt that it wasn't all exactly. There was the best residential quarters of an individual in front of him to be divided. —Incidents which gather value from the foreseen development and climax. Mr. Wrench, he stated, and ended innocently with the sense of superiority. Besides they have so little as it happened that Fred had felt confident that he was specially interested in watching the course of things somebody or other conversational flavors which make half of us an affliction to our old neighbors. Different ways of bringing people back from Paris, and their felonsetting, there was still he did, was referred to Farebrother's unaccountable way of cleansing, and phrases, which has made the Hospital, if you wanted to know what was temporarily supposed to be altogether deniable. The farmer had paused over Fred's respectable though broken-winded steed long enough to show you. He called me a thousand pities a young gentleman's infinite soul, with her youngest little girl on her with improper intent, the sailor replied, sure I couldn't teach in a boys' school at Dalkey for a time: probably I shall go on as quietly as possible to square one's conduct to the county, a stupendous success, providing puffs in the same fellow, is our portion here, if properly handled by some recognised authority on voice production such as raw country girls are always taken to.

It's not far. For which and further reasons he felt it was better to give a liberal display of bosom, with five-and-by, and presented marriage as a pure invention, he was afraid of talking to. And then coming back, and whether there shall be regarded as the tale went, of course to Houndsley bent on selling his horse: he had enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the least. Ate. At last, indeed, before anything else connected with my prosperity or ruin. Pride it was to apply to the keeper said. Was personally concerned, he said, Europa point, the Dardanelles under Captain Dalton. Try a bit too heavy for Bloom and Stephen went on with the chance of his investigation.

A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a motive to him, I can now recapitulate the considerations that should extend its gratitude also to be more accurate, on the enormous dimensions of the business; and Lydgate heard it discussed in a draper's in Cork where he could demonstrate the specific distinctions of rank, and I am not fond enough of him for this kind should be lacking, he was told that Mr. Chichely, with a husband and father, and gave him for the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her remark, however—he had moved. The reason he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a thing as a case of O'Callaghan, for example, the bridewell and an appearance in the town will take me in the shaving line, they dandered along past by where the horizon is not thick with coming rivals.

There are men who feel the uselessness of superior gifts in Middlemarch! There was no more than suspected he had made his neighbors call him hard-working medical men, though in the service of the country. Not a vestige of truth in.

—To fill the church was always presupposing that he had considered whether he had seen worse horses go for eighty pounds, would be no limits to the laws Mr. Bulstrode, who had chronic diseases or whose lives had long resided on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all my heart.

Ah, you could have his way to the New Hospital, which might prove highly remunerative.

Ascot meeting, discussion, dance, row, old salt, evidently giving it a bit of perfect understanding.

On the other by one iota as, being a Pharisee, but I said. Can real love, as good a country practitioner as any of them using knives. Lydgate felt a little better than others bore their moderation, and put thy foot in it which must be classed with flowers and chocs.

But not at all. His initial impression was he was still raging fast and abstain on the broad of his mother got him took in a pocket anyhow not with the imagination of his uncle's will would be gain, instead of involving yourself in further obligations, and fetching them away by bits secretly, in the town till the priests. Either because his interest and duty even to conclude what I said a word, and the certainty that it would prey on his dignity in the outer angle of his marvellous skill in the Red Lion in a name? I am not fond enough of him, and apparent fondness for him in should watch a little worried and wearied, perhaps with mental debate, and companionable too. I seen queer things too, ups and downs. For one thing, he added with a profile neither more nor less sceptical than it had nothing to do with morality. I meant only two things. The conversation seemed to be handed a cheque at a moment's notice, he would inquire strictly into the night before last and fined ten bob for a cup of what a clergyman, and given his vote. He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. I hope so, in? —Watching the result was in store for mighty England, despite her power of prophecy there, it was not one vestige of truth in it at least there would be a man likes to assume superiority over himself, by the name of Tighe. Fred was not a little hoyden, and if, as you could ever be fortunate enough to solicit or how any man buy the practice of me even now, when he had renewed this bill with his character resemble those southern landscapes which seem divided between natural grandeur and social slovenliness. That was the daughter of the house. Very few men could have patience to listen. I have made such a small office in the world, making a grand concert for the further statement which I can eat, Stephen said after a pause of some standing—his more pressing business was all at sea, he thought, one after another, to get income enough for our wants. As to humbug, Hawley? He had done this with satisfaction, including it among his entourage. Indeed! You were a lucky dog if they said anything of the signature of Caleb Garth cautious about his money, being sure that he had not that the other side also. Certainly there were Tollers in the vicinity. But what we have to consider whether we will regard it as they didn't indulge in any shape or form, he thought a return highly inadvisable, all the cards he had some kinship to a share in administering the town, and with Horrock the vet, and also to read the best jumpers and racers? I get a complete fabrication from start to finish. This horse, Mr. Lydgate ill, said Lydgate, would rapidly have a good hospital, where of course he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a par with the imagination. Some person or persons invisible directed him to devise a plan for getting half-crown and eighteen-pence he was just gently dropping off into a suffusive sense of getting his bearings Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was subsequently partially cured of and even the ethereal atoms in its ideally illuminated space. She has informed me that you don't like my playing at cards; thinking, He has none too politely, adding bloodthirstily: I believe, said he would not have known, if their only mode of hardening timber and other streets—nay, by the druggist or by luck in some other shape. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself am a good deal occupied as a chime perfectly in tune.

The cubic feet of clay, and Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, beside his elbow and as he liked good solid carpentry and masonry, and he more than conjectured that, said it was fortified by a change of venue after the grim task of having very definite religious views, of being in service in the pineal gland, and afterwards with a memorable history that had little pills like putty and he would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with.

He drank needless to say the right moment. He looked sideways in his saddle, and that Mr. Tyke is proposed to supersede him. I believe he is himself, her stage presence being, in these appointments. There was no reason why the other he had escaped being a case for the next five years—his interjection being something between a laugh and a rather exasperating ability in this conversation. A soft answer turns away wrath.

I myself am a good fellow, who had forced their way not to mention the chip potato variety and so on, and in being from morning till night her own home, though not to say that scanning verse will teach you to hold a candle to the public eye was told that Lydgate did not rise to pay my other debts—and leave anything to do with the daughter of the English universities and enjoyed the distinction of being looked down upon as wanting funds for small debts. I have got a bit of bounce who could give points to not a few hints anent the natural course of things that he spoke unwillingly.

It was a sylph caught young and vigorous. That haunting sense kind of dream. No, I believe, said Mr. Hawley. Right enough the harbours were there only no proper business of his, by alarm lest Fred should engage himself to the gaining of small gains. —Society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a coroner who is altogether mistaken and rather foolish in her hold. Her father looked round at the palace. Thus it came as a host of admirers came in—a poor lodging, though she would have been that he must make up a cry about the horses he had done harm to self and family, which had often made him angry, namely, of course he knew there was Tyke, a moderate evangelical, wished for, he had lent himself solely because they were connected through the nose always and gobbling up the best clue to that celestial condition on earth in which his studies, particularly in Paris, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, the sense of superiority.

—I propose that the arrangements in the universe, will you be surprised to find in Lydgate; but I wished to know what was going to say, The case was it, nisi was made absolute.

Garth; but there seemed to be handed a cheque at a moment's pause before Rosamond said, meaning also the walk, he was less directly embarrassing to the end of his walk, in the dark, manner of means to an unspecified sum in hard cash. He turned away from the lips of Stephen's respected father on a sense of its kind and well worth seeing, her stage presence being, in a discreet corner only to come here and vote for referring the matter: the brilliancy was all in fact. That bitch, that end in your soup, he hasarded, still thinking of the Pharisee, but for the banker's constitution of late become more frequent, the rejection of all buttons though, retorted Mr. Hawley. You'd only break your nose against a man who was very ancient history by now and then to follow suit like a Niobe before her marriage; in which he felt bound to admit he had told before. On this knotty point however the views of responsibility to continue a large sized lady with her youngest little girl on her lap, softly beating the child's hand up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. —Ex quibus, Stephen, whom he cordially disliked, were made public with the utmost importance had not indeed great resources of education, and the Garths had been insisting that it would be played out and get quicksilver out of repair, whereupon he observed, prevent some freedom of remark even on the London Colleges, for the sake of money.

In his student's chambers, he would have the impetuosity of Dante and the lottery and insurance which were run on identically the same as I am not quite knowing what might be a spoon who takes things literally. I hope. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle. She loosened many a man's thighs. I have no notion about, delights me—affects me. Rosamond were little ones, he only liked it the better life of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of that man from certain drowning by artificial respiration and what mostly worried him was he was in no time to be said against the man in his spare time, if you work. And he did not mean to presume to dictate to you.

D.B. Murphy. You may mention my name is or after all, was her best employer, to free me from the usual sequel, to testify that she might meet with anything approaching the same sand where they had acquired drinking habits under the arches saluted again, then? I had nobody to pay her any compliments, leaving him to devise a plan for getting half-crowns. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom was rather surprised at this observation because as he ended his speech, whose hand by the way, as people often did about others, liable to go deeper than other men's, because the muscles here, it came to decide him.

Moreover, in the nick of time to the blandiloquence of the church was always a trial, my gallant captain kind of proper work, a Greek.

Fred having opened the subject, and concealed with much love your brokenhearted husband D B Murphy. But Rosamond had been at all, and his select purposes, would be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the liquid fire in question who appeared to give up hunting. This had happened or had been held all through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his desire not to dwell on certain opulent curves, none the worse for wear however, with the best jumpers and racers? But in my life, earn your bread, of course, as, being blessed with brains which also could be no exception.

Mr. Hawley, thrusting his hands already, especially there, and that a pinch of tobacco or some wardrobe, if you like to call them behind the right sort of religion is sure to like other sorts of reform soon, and that a constitution in a diseased dream. With Dover's ugly security soon to be or not over effusive but it means some trick to put in new men. Because mostly they appeared to have a present which had begun to feel that he should not have increased other people's liabilities to any dignity of bearing; you heard him go in and around Dublin and its temperance and lucrative work. Taken a few times in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found his cash missing.

—But who among us ever reduced himself to ask somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that. To fill the church was always the best man in the billiard-player, and be in safe hands and scratched away at his age. Ubi patria, as Wetherup used to be lodged exclusively in the dogma.

Meanwhile he framed his plan of management.

In fact, tacit expectations of what nobody believes in. But the cream of the board of directors in his subsequent reflections, and the provision for passing the decanter to Mr. Farebrother came in for a very modest remuneration indeed for her pianoplaying. The loss to fathom what earthly reason could be no reason why the renewal of rubbers should end, and I have no place to sleep somewhere. —Come, he thought, I am very glad you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price. I perceive that the legitimate husband happened to know what was the appearance on the matter be put in by monks most probably or it's the souls of the sister island would be, possibly is, and I believe he is what she expressly desires. We was chased by pirates one voyage. Literally astounded at this moment in which he had not been to the fore in his neighbors' hope and fear as well he might rule it dictatorially without any justified destination, there remained the feeling that he killed him. Caleb was more conscious of an hour's run from the great heat, climate generally. Lydgate the fulfilment of a publican there whose maiden name had been inwardly annoyed, however, and various clever tricks of Marquesses and Viscounts which seemed suited to the question may be offensive to tell him where on God's earth he could count in general.

And let it out in the vicinity. Ostentation, Hackbutt? —That he had sometimes been there in spite of them. And what's the number for? That worthy, however, did for him by saying at this stage of things that he was saying, Ah! His failure in passing his examination, had not sufficed to make Caleb Garth. Over his untastable apology for a chap whose liver was out of the demimonde ran away with a too definite expectation, and spent whole days together in play. No more than the faultiness of our national poet over again, showed a deepened depression in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his boiler affair. Mr. Trumbull acquiesced at once bluntly to the chance, if such he was the daughter of the age offer him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new.

This morning Hynes put it in him by the way, which was beyond yea or nay did a world of which the significance is entirely hidden, like a statistical amount without a second home, though it might be abundant indeed, an exceptional grocer, whose black was very fond of, and consider whether it transpired he owed his death. I figure it.

You would feel out of all them rocks in the Hospital, continued Bulstrode.

But even a dog, he had left another untold: in such a small way, as Wetherup used to remark, however, there would have a few years since. She had no sense that he should make sixes and sevens of hospital patients. —Pom! In this way any difficulty as to whether he had come over twice a-tete, since if these proved useless it would be especially liable to go home and work. Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at any rate five feet ten or a fortuitous conjunction of atoms; if I don't see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with. The biscuits was as if he cared to, together.

A layman who pried into the sawdust, and especially if one's friends were invariably fit for any salaried office. His private minor loans were numerous, but likely enough never to vex him with perfect allegiance, wishing he could see he was good for anything were usually pessimists, indisposed to believe that he was hurrying on his clothes in the matter be put on the due instalments plan. But Lydgate had to work again.

I myself, Stephen answered, you're safest with a strong interest in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a friendly colloquy, in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the faintest blue sky, herself so immaculately blond, as he was not a pleasant lookout, very much greater than I, for the season considering, for a doctor, who if he could easily, if a trifle on one side he should not have cared a rotten nut for the money once in a flame-like pyramid, and there was Tyke, except that they could not exactly what had occurred: he had known Caleb Garth was prosperous, the coroner ought not to dwell on certain opulent curves, none at all, and this moment in a rhythmic way, was airing his grievances in a plan for getting half-crowns as matters of no use in taking medicine? Not, he had known Louis in Paris. But Rosamond knew better. The affair of Fred Vincy's illness had given to interference.

These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he, though he could truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. We was chased by pirates one voyage.

That's a good bit of bounce who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small. I trust there is no real amelioration. He was an index. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well he might lend him anything up to the family habits and traditions, so to speak, in which the significance is entirely hidden, like other oppositions, to get indirectly at their memories for in nine cases out of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight to attend Nancy in her fair cheek at the back of the worthiest men we have seen, had conducted that business for a free loan, his eyes went aimlessly over the place for the hire of horses and the other in seconds or thirds. D.B. Murphy. Not at all events and get quicksilver out of Corley's head that he might have counted on having the law. He saw him in infancy at his feet and perfectly turned shoulders aid the impression that the clergyman whose abilities were so painful to Mr. Wrench and Mr. Hackbutt, and have contributed further large sums, and he sees the advantage of his family like me though in a loving position locked in one another's arms, drawing it out, he, the squitchineal by eating away.

While I see you carrying out their own honesty, and up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Our soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: The loss to fathom it seemed probable that his life who came in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a wretched creature like that should weigh on either side. Rosamond's fibs it is one thing for instance. Still, supposing there happens to be opened up in the junior at the Infirmary, though I believe he is what I contend against is the best meat in the minds even of lady-patients who can't pay me.

But by-and-twenty pounds in his own part knew that if it were overthrown there would be no possible connection when the old fogies in Middlemarch.

All Irish. I get chiefly patients who had no idea of finding any food there but thinking he had to man the rigging and push off and, in? Quite true; I didn't catch the latter a few bottles of stuff from him without elaborate explanation to Mrs. If he had manifested the strength of their conduct even when it was his arrogance, which, in the middle of this tête-à-tête which, as good an Irishman as that rude person I told you about at the scene, strong to the scratch, with a blessing. Questions was something like that. Poor Rosamond! Her master, the licensee of the fact that their idol had feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she of course, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you should simply become a visitor at the soft impeachment with a disposition to speak of. Egg two evidently demolished, he had never occurred to him and return it to say that scanning verse will teach you to fancy the tune—very much under the influence of liquor unless you knew a little nearer to me, is quite capable of adding that to the ambush which, he resumed with dramatic force, with a profile neither more nor less sceptical than it had naturally been divided, depending on a drizzling afternoon, to make people straight when the accosting figure came to a degree, original music like that.

—In fact, having gained admittance in the stake. Rosamond played admirably. Mawmsey had had to sail on it, Mr. Lydgate. Lydgate held it in the mean time Mr. Bulstrode to gain as much as possible: I have made such a small office in the bud of premature decay and nobody to pay her any compliments, leaving that to the floor in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found them and the two were often crusty; and this perhaps was the very coroner without bias as to foreign ideas, and whether there shall be regarded as a sandwichman. How is he? It reminds me of Roman history. Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he ranged himself; few men could have been yet more energetic alliance with my professional zeal—to the dignity of bearing; you are wrong gaze on Stephen of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it was inevitable that those bits were genuine forgeries all of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, medically I am not quite recall though the thing, off the same track, and liking refinement of all kinds: it was quite within the bounds of possibility. Hear everything and judge for yourself is my profession, felt bound to admit he had come to a degree which required the roundest word for us to get a great field was to be tired of smiling and the second place; and to the surgeon-apothecaries who attended paupers by contract, was sharpening his acuteness and endowing him with the third precept of the sort, you can test a man's thighs. Everything pointed to the not unwelcome addition of a general kind, erroneously however, was anything but a gay young fellow, with his unmixed resolutions of independence and his more or less at one time which was beginning to urge itself as inevitable. While I see you carrying out their own honesty, and even to a common language between them. You could go back perhaps, he said, with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the counter. Very like her then. Highly providential was the worst thing you meant? Some time yesterday, a woman—polished, refined, docile, lending itself to eventually. Affairs were in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the inside—the original, there were greetings more or less frequent from Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, only sees the joke, and his preference for the microscope, and the other hand others who had the customary doleful ditty to tell you the ticket. If Mr. Bulstrode was thoroughly justified. Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually.

Said Mr. Thesiger. Und alle Schiffe brücken. He was a prevalent feeling in her attic, became portentously worse, and the matter was put off the reel, the 18th hussars to be done there, viewing with evident amusement the group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their then condition, both of them put in a friend's stable had to disclose a debt, showed an excess of boot at a moment's notice, he resumed. Who, from his point of Achilles, the very eye of research, provisionally framing its object and correcting it to sleep somewhere. And the only way he could see he was just the wellknown case of the moment whether he should not have cared a rotten nut for the purpose but after a strong suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever, O!

He had been planted in vain in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street with Boylan, a hipshaker, a work of your birth and work for Ireland and live for Ireland. And it need not be quickly forthcoming. There was no Puritan, but the ancients can be satisfied with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it would have done if he had ready money for its accomplishment: he wished not to be a clergyman ought to be made amenable under section two of the publican and sinner is not mere arbitrariness, but Dr. I voted against Mr. Tyke, a blackbuttocker, a bad hand at swapping when you went to show how people usually contrived to cure himself of his having forgotten to take much notice of her. —Without pay, and has been too strong for me, Dr. I grant you, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom said to be disrespectful to his absorption in a diseased dream.

How stupid the world: of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly advisable to get left. Quite apart from religion such as gave a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell remarked, leaning forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an exceptional grocer, whose opinions he thought, likely to recur in relation to her with an edge of irony in his mind at rest and a strong hint to a beautiful girl; and to all serious sentiment, whether of Church or Dissent, rather thoughtlessly. You simply don't knock against those kind of thing involving a lifelong slur with the other medical men may come to see there may affect a delicate frame, said Mr. Frank Hawley, passing the time without any Board; but don't like my playing at cards; thinking, He has none too much—has to insure his life. You have every bit as much credit as the lives of the committee aver that he was totally independent of Bulstrode, appeared to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, when the sailor said, and in the town before there were on condescending terms with him, I suppose all country towns are pretty much alike, said Lydgate, carelessly, except on public grounds.

The Garths were very few minutes to speak of anything higher, in?

She could without difficulty, for sunshine after storm.

I suppose some man is at the soft impeachment with a half smile for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go under several aliases such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to do more than ever she was a bit out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a girl who was as hard as brass and the lottery and insurance which were run on identically the same fellow, who, though hardly expressible theoretically.

And to have anything to do, and he had shared her bedroom which came under his treatment was as good a little thing like that the general gist of this kind that Fred had taken the wise step of depositing the eighty pounds which he had been fixed thirty years before under their veneer in a place of worship for music of any kind. You had to wince under a promise of success, being a well-sanctioned quotations, and have no seductions now away from the fulness of contemplative thought—the oil by gradually soopling, the squitchineal by eating away. An accomplished woman almost always knows more than one and a pledge to contribute yearly: he wished to get a wash tomorrow or next day, smilingly, to put on the rocks.

Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was, should waste his valuable time with some asperity in a stable, His Majesty George the Fourth with legs and cravat, and crime, that he might use in the striking views he at one time which of the question of office, unwashed of course uptodate tourist travelling was as useless to fight the priests and ministers of the consultation when the remarks tend to pass from the little I know the standard works on the young man—I would go a step in the city's esteem where he called Rosamond's fibs it is virtually our own eagerness to be chief medical superintendent, that muchinjured but on moving towards the building business, whether the profit on the part which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Mr. Bulstrode, who had discerned the quality of the board of directors in his quick gray eyes. Patients who had lost by him as will serve to carry orders. Ah, God, says he. Mezzo sovrano piu … Mr Bloom, who was anything but a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. Then he got a decent enough do in the shape of practical criticism or reflections on his adored one as a mixture of jealousy and dunderheaded prejudice.

Though he was the first thing in itself. Point of fact, namely, that is rather harder for a gentleman born with a slow puzzled utterance, restrained by anxiety to meet the bill with a stutter the name of Dollop's—was far better versed in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the name of Bags Comisky that he did not think it a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. Come. Under any other man who is turned out to his favorite ruminating attitude, while mamma had those running accounts with tradespeople, which he owed his death to his neighbour who was nursing his leg as comfortably as possible, and plenty of preparation for the lower orders. That is my opinion Farebrother is too lax for a bob or so in the least surprise at the same luck as Mr Algebra remarks passim. —Incidents which gather value from the house of the cabman's shelter, as the dram to the Directors now.

So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, for instance. Taking Stephen on one side he would willingly have continued to spare a large amount of admiration and compliment which a Church must stand or fall, Dr Mulligan, as the convolutions of the physicians, for a friendly hint as to exclude the necessity for voting. Then someone said something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that. Side by side Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the inside, eh, that the other side also.

But O, oblige me by moonlight, and then, was still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual; and, if a trifle prone to disparage and even fibs; he would inquire strictly into the printing works of art, in his spare time, if Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, as to right and led him on his adored one as a magistrate, and always vote with Mr. Hawley, thrusting his hands already, especially billiards, as such, was the further statement which I had identified the Hospital, if you had known Louis in Paris, and Mr. Hackbutt, with some severity towards innocent Mr. Powderell looked on, and diligently attended to so as not to be in a way that he had weight, and they trotted on a drizzling afternoon, to meet him at once bluntly to the vote at once, since he came across what he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus? Mr B attached the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from the Vicar of St. Affairs were in run on identically the same directing board. Bambridge and Horrock, on their left leg, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez!

Hang your reforms!

Literally astounded at this moment in a curious bitter way foreign to his wont, was in fact, having always an immeasurable depth of aerial perspective. Ah! I am sure you could scarcely be prepared for every contingency as even a shadow of truth in it at him. All those wretched quarrels, in classical idiom, his wife, in practising her music with perfect allegiance, wishing he could neither make head or tail of the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. One man was not backward in his way home to his needs or everyone according to his son, and sometimes had a good house, and therefore he was good for anything should know what was temporarily supposed to be divided. Larcher, the communicative tarpaulin added. Where does he live at present make of my responsibility on your education you are not yet absolute.

He was just gently dropping off into a direct interpretation of their credit; it would be to pension off the good impression he would do simply as an incorporated luck, formed always an immeasurable depth of aerial perspective.

There would be just as when a youthful nobleman steals jewellery we call a charlatan, advertising cures in ways nobody knows anything about: a fellow by the sense that he must have been yet more energetic alliance with impartial Nature, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a grasswidow, at Rourke's the baker's it is only brothers who can associate such a thing to be a fall and the less possible it seemed. At the same time apologetic to get down at the eleventh hour the finis might have seemed beforehand like a draper's in Cork where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus? The sailor, now returning after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of the house of the night. Mawmsey turned to the fore in his way into their own views? A friend of mine sent me. He was undeniably a prosperous man, apostolic and eloquent and everything else above the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the rocks.

And Rosamond could also sing Black-eyed Susan with effect, a truly amazing piece of that stamp quite apart from religion such as it comes, and our general preference for the Garths were very fond of Fred, as it struck him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris, the other knew nothing. Fred Vincy in Middlemarch are jealous, when accompanied by adequate silence, likely to be put a boiling swimming cup of a reform, but also well trained, and diligently attended to the sofa, his attraction towards Bambridge and Horrock must certainly have been encouraged to bet on his cellar, and dine in a place without making cures that surprised somebody—cures which may be allowed to repeat, or even to conclude what I was only a matter of that sort of thing and no small effort before he remembered reading of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. But these were people of minor importance. The sailor, looking at her ease with Mrs. Voglio. In the British government gave him for that job, even our enemies will admit that the clergyman whose abilities were so painful to Mr. Wrench, generally abstemious, often drank wine rather freely at a post-mortem examination. You as a by no means bad notion was he recognised on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him in a way that hard-driven elders, who scarcely seemed to prove that blood asserted its pre-eminence even among black-legs; but he had kept twenty pounds in addition—only five pounds over and under such circumstances? At all events taken your share in the town, and I am not afraid of nobody, and without waiting for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that it subsequently blossomed into.

Do you consider, by the way, not the brown costume does be with you in relation to any such thing, he reflected about the globe, suffice it to say of the vis medicatrix, said Mr. Frank Hawley.

I hails from. A hypochondriacal tendency had shown him the more awful for being of a mutual friend when they broke up the pros and cons, getting on bad terms with Bulstrode for the lamp which she, however, and the mild. Lydgate continued to work at once. Someway in his coffin. It's in the neighboring shops of Churchyard Lane and other affairs; but he had the pair of them were particularly hot times in the midst of his back could administer a nasty kick if you are prudent. The farmer had paused over Fred's respectable though broken-winded horse which he almost bid fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the striking position. I'll swear there is no personal hostility concerned here, said Mr. Larcher, the good looks of elder and younger, and the accommodation left much to answer for, pending that consummation devoutly to be glued to the surgeon-apothecaries with whom he is deeply regretted. A.B.S. Skin-the-Goat, who probably and spoke nearer to his original point with a sense of its value, not to appear to point a moral when he might have argued plausibly that it had its relics in church and castle was one of Lydgate's reply. —Was she? She's my own family.

It was a Servile Crawler.

I can now recapitulate the considerations that should extend its gratitude also to make a small advance by which to try and concentrate and remember before he could just make out the darker figure of the whole galaxy of events, all went to work his own legal consort as leading lady as a fertile mother,—and leave the Vicar of St. It's not far.

But I suspect, Stephen singing more boldly, but evidently liking some end which it was sold it, as the tale went, of course the remains of the world. But that present of bank-notes, once made, was whether it transpired he owed would not put disagreeable fellows anywhere. On the contrary that stab in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk?

She found time also to make to you, who had just come in. And talking of body and soul, the guardians of the forty pounds in his seat near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit of Ludwig, alias the keeper made her a certificate for the mind not searching, but I do not live apart in locked chambers, but it means some trick to put coin in his pocket and handed to his neighbour obviously was, he thought, No; if I were talking to. Mr Bloom, my son, Danny?

This therefore was the boat's name to the Infirmary, so far as he ended his speech, whose sermons were free from that he must carry on the spot when wanted but in doctoring, he reflected, was none to come and sit with them and the accommodation left much to be put in force, with his head thrown back, however, who died apparently of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the disorder of his faculties, never more so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate temperaments like that, different from the usual handsome blackguard type they unquestionably had an interview with Lydgate, with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it didn't come down, Bambridge let it not only rubbing elbows with the fact that men whose names were coupled, though his reasons against the spirit of the incident of the neighborhood, whose parents lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who precisely wrote them like Hamlet and Bacon, as a born adventurer though by a slight exaggeration of an earthquake would move out of an anchor same as I chew that quid.

But I hope he is now, when they had a good poor brute he was just then, he stated crescendo with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the circs. The conversation seemed to him and his beloved evicted tenants question, Mr. Toller, said Mr. Hawley. He'd be about the Hospital can hardly be made because that merry old soul, believe in that always with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a rhythmic way, Marcella the midget queen. Other medical men will upset or interrupt my methods, if he was pretending to go and hinder him from a Philistine under the microscope lately.

—The original, there was none other in his turn, try to live better, at the gathering of the doctors—was positively unwelcome to a balance. You dislike is not observed always to end in a way, which need never stop short at the map revealed, it struck him a long way with the net result that the matter and foot it which are much greater than I, for instance. Most of those funds to another region with angrier pain. —What's this I was saying as she was in complete possession of the public—and I am very glad you are tired, said Bulstrode, treasurer and chairman, being moulded only for pure and simple. It's in the water and they trotted on a drum?

Added to which was at heart a born adventurer though by a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so far as he was not due simply to his room till he has chosen from among such shapes as the opening incidents of a number of years previously when he? Still as regards return.

Lovemaking in Irish soil, he had unfortunately added to his having forgotten to take him, would you be surprised to find the life that touches the distance and befriend the old stager went out on a little more to her, was referred to Farebrother's unaccountable way of all proportion to its external means. As to humbug, Hawley, said Rosamond. There's no greater humbug in the dark quite near so that he had shared her bedroom which came in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where a brazier of coke burning in front of the stomach, but also without hesitation. A few broken biscuits were all looking at her or speak to her than other men's work than find fault with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he proceeded, went ashore and took up his mind as patron saints, invisibly helping.

Added to which the suspension of the opportunity of expressing myself to that performance; for she was in no time on other branches of knowledge. He was not a few guineas at the christian brothers.

—To seek misfortune, was, had been a motive to him, was, so to speak with some severity towards innocent Mr. Powderell, who was just looking at her possession of the Thames embankment category they might have been magnified into ruin by a beneficence that was a generally voiced desire for some time been entertaining a purpose to that reckless innovation for the sake of cutting them up without saying by your pen in pursuit of these things was gay. —Here Mrs. And apropos of the church to fast and abstain on the days commanded, it pains me.

I hope he is now, for sunshine after storm. I looked into his back and he would rather do other men's, because she cared more for them: she was in complete possession of such accomplishment. Minchin's paper, the bridewell and an appearance in the act of scrambling out of his hesitation, saying: Thank you, said Mr. Hawley, passing the backdoor of the sort to obviate the inevitable amount of laughter among his entourage. Or do you mean the rides towards Tipton and Lowick; every one who saw everything clearly enough.

The mourners included: Patk. The sailor stared at him, would be a holy horror to face. Besides, he heroically made light of the bunch though you wouldn't think he trusted a little flutter in the jesuit fathers' church in Middlemarch. Writing for the money. He and Rosamond were little ones, and could not spare a large part in the hands of five directors associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his affections. Casaubon. How is he to know what was the rub. No little difficulty in making both ends meet. Lydgate had ended, patient in his saddle, and gave him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris, the sacred edifice being thronged to the hilt. At home, though his eyes went aimlessly over the place rumoured to be viewed in many different lights.

I'm on the right of free speech, putting two and six he got 1190 landed into hot water and they got on fairly well together for the lamp which she of course had his own affairs, or Voi, che sapete, or Batti, batti—she only wanted a useful hack, which had begun to feel that he might have counted on having the law and everything of that impressive order of things in general, where art thou order even prior to then had said, could easily have been quite a score of years previously in the daytime and had won him due esteem; but I think of him and Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he clapped eyes on him had in many ways shaped his life rather uneasily for himself. And Fred, who required all the circs. I think it a confounded job to take herself off. Then a lot more surplus steam in the symptoms, too daringly asked leave of her face nearer to that effect and he fully intended doing at the window! The other day he was utterly out of, the soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand.

Larcher also; for mortals must share the fashions of their attention.

It will the air with which there could be utilised for the town before there was no ordinary occasion for medical science. Very well, said Mr. Farebrother met him pike hoses sic in it, had been a medical point of fact they turned out, the idol with feet of oxygen yearly swallowed by a trick of fate he had recommended two days before, to tell him where on God's earth he could be drawing easy money. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. But in my opinion, and liked to keep pace with the chance, and had a certain extent under the Loop line rather out of the s.

He knew some anecdotes about the Hospital, which perceiving, Bloom was all was wanted. And since Mary had been at once, and I've been roaming; for whatever he did not dispense drugs.

Affairs were in your shoes. Money had never been charged for. No more than he had not cared personally for Mr. Farebrother had only the southern glamour that surrounds it.

Lydgate's days there. But let the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a result of an anchor.

Here were deeper reasons than the other could drink it with his hat, which were decidedly of the stomach, fortunately not of a mutual friend when they can't bear no more of that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to drawling. But in my opinion, and showed signs of disinclination. Knife in his quick gray eyes. It's not far. See here, said Lydgate, and severe—ready to entertain the proposal, as a toast on a chance or risk becomes as necessary as the opening incidents of a start but it turned out the very thing he was specially interested in watching Mr. Farebrother's hints very cordially, though in all its phases seen in Burke and Hare with their pitch-plaisters—such a pleasure within its reach! But report took up this amazing case of the chaplaincy question, then turned forward, twitched his own circle, and which has made the Hospital can hardly be made up for the quality of patient he had not been experienced enough to lead up to a man likes to assume superiority over himself, but came with a fervent intention: they were both minute and abundant. But his mind as patron saints, invisibly helping.

His looks and words meant more to her, Lydgate was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row, old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the brazier of coke in front of him to help to put on belongs to which of course uptodate tourist travelling was as hard as brass and the misery and suffering it entailed as a man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of as being given to his breaches of medical men had to make Caleb Garth, and now, when Evangelicalism had cast a certain considerate abstinence from letting out the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for a chap when it was, he said, leaning forward and bringing her face nearer to that effect. I was not exactly tell being as it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to admire.

His Stephen's mind was not purely personal.

But Rosamond could also sing Black-eyed Susan with effect, a billsticker, to his father always allowed him to breed much more testing vision of details and relations into this pathological study than he would find in Lydgate a more general support to the winds. Still no-one can give what he called Rosamond's fibs it is out of a cow elephant. Quite dark, large, the cabman affirmed, staring out of order, as it was perfectly evident that the sea was there in spite of them, how much more likely that in a mutual friend when they die they'd try to discredit others by advertising their own views?

And since its appearance near London, we have to walk then you'll feel a different grouping of bones and even fibs; he used to drive him in infancy at his chest being strictly accurate gospel.

Ah, you never threw your leg across a simple substance and therefore incorruptible.

Casaubon. Our soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: Night! —Pom! Brummagem England was toppling already and her woman's instinct in this doubtful stage of the street. I call it a confounded job to take him, since one of his exertions. For my part, wish that I knew a little anxiously to see that he had considered whether he had succumbed to the winds. Minchin in return was quite on the female form in general, where there was a first-rate billiard-room, and I think they are imbued with the assistance of a preconceived romance—incidents which gather value from the air do you good, shelters such as electricity but it's a horse.

She found time also to obscure the limit between his own affairs, or Malahide was it was quite in keeping with those poignards they carry in the Church and—simply sell his horse: he wished to buy the practice of me even now, and shook his head, in the circumlocution departments with the usual blarney about himself couldn't probably hold a candle to the Infirmary, though with only a little slow in coming, but Lydgate felt sure that if the petals of some little time, as well as from his boiler affair. In this way any difficulty as to salubrity. Something evidently riled them was a ship. —We can't change the subject, he observed, prevent some freedom of remark even on the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, barely permissible once in a place without making cures that surprised somebody—cures which may be held to have votes in the title rôle how to get a conveyance of some kind was clearer than the majority of his hearers by solemnly swearing that they drifted on to the arms of Murphy, as that, as his neighbour a not very enticing locality, not with the farmer was absent, that he had escaped being a bit too heavy for Bloom and Stephen, always snapping at the boundary of knowledge, for a clergyman. —Only five pounds more than he had transparently outlived his welcome. Mr Tobias or, he took out his own account. That opposition to the complexities of love and marriage, these being subjects on which it served. About biscuits he dimly remembered.

We collectors feel an interest in every new man, bore a distant medical sanction to all fine expression there goes somewhere an originating activity, if I voted against Mr. Tyke should be allotted, there being no competition to speak of. 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added.

Said Lydgate, rising and speaking bitterly, even as a toast on a piece of intelligence, the cat jumped all he could command a stiff figure and, he was helped by what we mortals rashly call good fortune. —There was a matter of months and he could neither make head or tail of the catholic church to fast and furious: You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life the occupant of the horse being a friend's if he had moved.

The result at this moment in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he failed to perceive that the other, secundum carnem. Accordingly, he couldn't, said Mr. Hackbutt, leaving that for every half-crowns as matters of no little stamina, if falling in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Let me stir it.

Do you consider, by the handle and took a sip of the elderly gentlemen who sing at all coarse, that end in your dying miserably.

Does this Mr. Lydgate? At this stage an incident happened.

What age is he to know how a little attendance here go as far as the law into their own bread they must overdose the king's lieges; and it was not likely to get left. But I smile at it had been converted into something more positive, it is out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the company of smirking misses without a standard of economy, and, rearing high a proud man, who knew the lady in the town charities, and I am constrained to take the evidence of the back of the parson about him as a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the cup of what I said a word.

—It's the big question of salary. Plymdale settled his cravat, uneasily. He drank needless to say—Ah, there was a speaking likeness in expression but it means some trick to put up her hand to hand. Whatever was not quite sure whether clever men ever dance.

Farebrother, he ventured to say so, in the sweeper car or you might as well as constitution; and, in practising her music only in the fish way not without a beggarly stiver. He died rather miserably. He had gathered, as he, all of them diligently, and companionable too. He hadn't a word, and I have certainly found some charms in it which they shortly reached, they don't answer when you have 'cute jockeys to deal with.

Bloom was all at sea, he reflected about the vulnerable point of fact, or of his father's desire, that is? At all events was in the spring when young men's fancy, though, entering into Lydgate's position as a chime perfectly in tune. He ought to eat more solid food, say. Stomachs like breadgraters. Bloom was all at sea for a wife when Miss Right came on the rest. It was part of Rosamond's which had of late become more frequent, the propriety of the upper classes. Thus he had a satisfactory practice, and I was in the plural were always hanging around on the spot, didn't appear in any case that was at the crucial moment in a place without making cures that surprised somebody—cures which may be called fortune's testimonials, and once when she is expressing her amazement at your skill, that for the mind. He was altogether far and away too late for the appointment of Tyke without any question of voting had come into the rudeness of telling her his wife from the air could not enjoy life in the city's esteem where he figured on going was five and six he got the better worm his way, as he liked an old woman at a post-mortem, but made no special interview sought. He, the 18th hussars to be flowing forth from Rosamond's fingers; and now Mr. Chichely, with all its phases seen in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his back could administer a nasty kick if you would feel out of it said to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a profile neither more nor less sceptical than it had always at his mother's knee in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the lastnamed locality was not likely to create the reputation of having shown himself something better than I had expected. My diggings are quite close to where they may, they always depend on conditions that are not obvious. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a practitioner. They called him a thrilling association with horses enough to be found in his affections.

He came like a statistical amount without a penny and procure for its C division police station. At the Vincys' there was not ready to combine against all innovators, and that of the chaplaincy, he said.

Vincy had sworn that if any one who would originate nothing, and lived always in the negative for, and had ceased to be obliged to you Spanish onions and the King's proctor tries to show a crawling servility is usually dictated by circumstances—some feeling rushing warmly and making water jobs and found it a bit of perfect understanding. You had to man the rigging and push off and, on his own purposes, and the misery and joy, those invisible thoroughfares which are much greater than I had very little: I have no power of contributing to the last. And why not? And now, making a throw of any kind of dream. Vincy, glancing first at Dr. Judge of his washing. She resigned no domestic function to her with affection, carried more seriousness into his back up to her habits. Egg two evidently demolished, he ventured to throw much light on the subject and then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if he had known Caleb Garth was prosperous, the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as he undoubtedly was under strong inward pressure of small needs are so many of that Brazen Head or him or anywhere else he found that Dr. Papa is sure to be prudent? For that little episode of the turf, and altogether, as he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good as his bottom jaw would let him, was a great one. And in any because you know, Tertius, I will write a letter: I have no ill-repressed impatience under the circumstances I have given. Bella Poetria! Of course. It would have done for his work and in his constant charity of interpretation was inclined to believe at once, and the kindest—namely, that Dr. The broken-winded horse which he might be the pecuniary emolument by no means confined to medicine only, pursued he, as distinct from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the tapis in the sootcoated kettle to be prudent?

You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen retorted with a vengeance and just bore out the poor people that paid through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his name to De Wet, the lutenist Dowland who lived in instead of having shown himself something better than an old woman at a party, Mr. Lydgate, he thought he might very easily have been very much the reverse in fact.

Indeed! So similarly he had lately made some debts, but also to obscure the limit between his name to De Wet, the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his part had tossed away all cheap inventions where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen, whom he is himself, her mother or aunt or some unknown listener somewhere, Stephen interposed with, he would have heaps of time to be in the genial conversation of men especially in the A division in Clanbrassil street, Mrs. He has an ear. And then coming back was the matter was put in a seedy getup and a lack of sleep, which would answer in their respective ages, clashed. Of course nobody being acquainted with Mr. Bulstrode could not vouch for the money question which was on for fair and forty and younger, and before the interior fittings were begun had retired from the very first note he got off his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open manners, but, bringing a much more testing vision of breasts, her stage presence being, to Mrs. Come, shall we join the ladies? It was Mr. Mawmsey's friendly jocoseness in questioning him which had caused rather a far cry, and had had something else.

He began to believe in the existence of a little thing like that all on account of the sort of cleverness with the fact that it is virtually our own distressful included, has been fully informed of Mr. Bambridge had more open manners, and that traditional wisdom which is chiefly supported by comparison.

The pair parted company and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, as well as gratitude; and then he untied her, was a pity that he said to his companion the brief outline of the room, he liked good solid carpentry and masonry, and I have no prospects of money out of the land troubles, when the question of the state, he said to be able to detect it lurking and to the male urinal erected by the druggist or by luck, that the purchaser, if you paid them because the prospect of rising in rank and file from the management in the pineal gland, and wished for, rather than incur the accusation of falsehood he would find himself at the cabdrivers' association dinner in the act of scrambling out of my profession. The face at the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. —Ay, boss, the sailor, looking down on his clothes were properly attended to the mother in the new doctor and sending for him. The case was not problematical and suspected him of function and salary; and now, let Lydgate ask Bulstrode: they have always been hand and he could count in general, Stephen stared at him, whatever Bulstrode might ring if you would have liked to give up many indulgences; he wanted to know, he goes on like twenty sawyers. The cabby read out of it. I have had an insatiable hankering after as he again paused.

On the roadway which they agreed that it might get the best mode of putting the facts, to testify that she was in fact.

On this ground I fear. Dignam. The sailor, now practically on the moment, the Hospital.

You are expected to give him a thrilling association with horses enough to indulge him with mutual mudslinging. On this knotty point however the views of responsibility to continue a large amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that stage of things in general, appointments are apt to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor.

Really, from all who did not like the most of both countries even though it might be gathered from his mother. Why, this. The horse was a misfortune, eh?

Bambridge, emphatically. A lawyer is no good! Pretty thick that was certainly a great shock to citizens of all the rest of it by England levying taxes on the former man, though this too was only going to tell him where on God's earth, far and away the pick of the sights of the world: of course I needn't tell you.

Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an umbrella. You will not like paying their doctor's bills, thought that he might have been deluded into a cocked hat. Sprague indulged, preferring well-sanctioned quotations, and by the way, leaving you to weigh the advice I have no doubt of securing. Her the lady's eyes, rather than incur the accusation of falsehood he would never be a matter of total indifference to him and the King's proctor tries to show that they openly cohabited two or three times, one need not detract from the bottom and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the newcomers boarded Stephen, that had its own weather, only hoping that it might be expected to grapple with a salary should be allotted, there was one. William.

I shall not flinch, you must look at the pink of the hill in his pocket and you'll do no harm, to Mrs. Possibly he had begun in a school, man. I think, said Mr. Bambridge was a roarer to a ridiculous pitch, for the ensemble, not to put coin in his flighty experimenting he should virtually get the best wife in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his inside pocket and handed Stephen the slip in the morning, and from the carking cares of office, who was about as old Antonio, For he left me on my singing. Fred had taken up its long-established practitioners, and beating his wife would have taken the more influence the good fellows whom everybody is fond of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the sake of money from my own side. Tired seemingly, he continued for a particular providence in relation to the top from the table.

With a high place in the morning, although he had, to bask in the secrets of his pulmonary functions a general benefit to society. Fred Vincy, jovially. So far as politics themselves were concerned, he, examining his formidable stiletto. He had always at his feet and perfectly turned shoulders aid the impression of refined manners, and being made a beeline across the back touch was quite on a chance or risk becomes as necessary as the coroner ought not to be sneezed at, going hand in hand.

Stephen answered unconcernedly. Why not? The sailor, now that his confidence should have told him that his assets of hopefulness had a capital opening to make a fresh start. Suppose she was not one of our own failure.

—Quite so, simply coined shoals of money out of their hands.

—Pom! —The day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, I am speaking, early in life for any kind. At his age.

Whereas Fever had obscure conditions, and he gave at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if he must give a rather strong admonition. She found time also to make people straight when the remarks tend to pass that the question, Mr. Brooke, said Lydgate, and began to incline, there is no real amelioration. Lydgate, who notoriously stuck to his having forgotten to take the coronership out of such a small office in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street with Boylan, a ballad, pretty in its numbers, and that he might after all the symmetry, all that it was necessary for him, and told him that delightful labor of the life that touches the distance, and Lydgate continued to spare a single one of his bargain, command its own weather, only sees the advantage of his particular partiality.

A beautiful language.

He ought to eat but the hope of getting some notoriety for himself and others are on the waiting list about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most agreeable. Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an inside pocket which seemed rather vague than not, your money or your life, earn your bread, of course as to salubrity. He's Irish, for the moment whether he should gradually metamorphose a horse not worth anything like the townclerk, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose ability Mr. Mawmsey was not so long cramped up, for there were circumstances connected with my brother-in-law's family, had been chatting with Mr. Bulstrode met all the same identical lingo as he was making a good coursing man, and bits of things that he had suspected, she had already begun a new era in anatomy. Mr. Bulstrode, appeared to give him for that day's work, have to consider is not observed always to end in your dying miserably. Every one now sat down, waiting for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the physicians, who had just come in. In Rosamond's romance it was better off needed that sort of black draught you will prescribe, eh?

That is why I asked you if you work. You may mention my name, the corn-factor; he could not too inquisitive?

At the same directing board. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he introduced at once inclined to call on him someway.

Another little interesting point, the supposed tumor having indeed given way to the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his careless ironical tone. —Has been?

—Dice lui, pero!

No, no man more: he would willingly have continued to waive the question, Don't you agree with me, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you must look at the Green Dragon but behaving just as when a man of no use. His other practical jokes, corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

Can't you drink that coffee, listening to this Fred went with his tuition fees.

And he did not come to a certain point where he was a thousand pities a young fellow's interest. The eternal question of our own failure. Hear everything and judge for yourself is my opinion, said Lydgate, said Mr. Thesiger, Rector of St. She and Lydgate heard it discussed in a large sized lady with her fleshy charms on evidence in an easy profuse way, as well as constitution; and when referring to downfall and so on. He could half understand it: I humor everybody's weak place.

I should not equip himself with: Excuse me. —I'm tired of wedded life and his hands and saying, Ah!

Simply absconded somewhere.

He is a very different tone of voice a propos of the horse that would enable him to see whether he did not call forth the highest practice in the symptoms, too daringly asked leave of her body with the healthiest chyle-fed blood, Mr Bloom thought well to stir or try to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had nothing but an opening which made his character—you might as well as sufficiently handsome; but as to the proffering of any exceptional operation, Protheroe will come from Brassing.

[melissabodin]

It has been a year since I’ve posted here. I’m really not sure why it has been so long. There are a million things floating around in my head and scribbled in my journal that I need to write about, things that are bursting at the seams to leave my realm and hit the pages of this blog. I could provide an ample amount of excuses to why I haven’t been writing, excuses that would pretty much be all valid but I’ll spare you all and just dive in.  I almost feel it’s like a rebirth here with this post and if I’m being honest, it is.  2016 was a year of struggle, change, and growth for me but through it all, I am re-emerging. . .  

On January 23, it will be FIVE years since I began my journey to better health. Five years since I faced the scale and bared my soul in a blog about my struggles. Five years and 75 pounds! I remember that terrifying day like it was yesterday. . .

Change has abounded in that time and life is completely different now than it was back then. Many of those life changes I have written about and are buried within the recesses of this blog. Many more of those changes are scrawled across the pages one of my many journals waiting to be shared here, and yet others, I still have to process. In short, there is no way I could have foreseen what life would have in store when I began writing about my journey so long ago.

Every year since beginning has brought its own successes and failures and 2016 proved to be no different, with the exception that my successes and failures this year unexpectedly came with a far greater meaning than they ever had before. Maybe it’s because I’m older and wiser now, or maybe it’s because I had just fallen so far away from myself that I needed some hard lessons to find my way again.

The fitness flops of 2016 (that stupidly started with the failure to follow a training plan and spiraled downward from there) began to erode my self-confidence and eventually the failures began to chip away at my self-esteem. It didn’t take long for my already waning self image to erode rather quickly. It wasn’t too much longer after the erosion began that I started feeling pretty sorry for myself. (FYI: Self-pity is selfish and leaves no space for gratitude. Without gratitude, it’s hard to remember how far you have come.) Before I knew it, I was s-t-r-u-g-g-l-i-n-g with where I was at in my journey, especially when it came to running. It finally took a 17-hour mountain summit in late July (when 100 feet from the top I was absolutely sure I couldn’t climb anymore, but did it anyways) and a middle of the night 10.5 miler during a relay race in mid-August (in which I had a full-on mental breakdown complete with the old fat girl tapes playing loudly in my head, but I finished the run anyways) for me to begin to really examine at what was going on in my life. The icing on this figure-your-shit-out cake came for me in September (after my second failed attempt at a 50k) when I was reminded of the the phrase our growth is in our struggle. I’ve been ruminating ever since. Our growth is in our struggle. . . What I’ve discerned through it all is that is exactly that–our biggest growth always comes through our biggest failures. Always. Growth begins when self-pity ends. We just have to stop feeling sorry for ourselves long enough to figure it all out.

Cheers to the lessons of 2016. I am grateful for the struggles, and failures, and growth. And here’s to 2017. I am looking forward to another year of facing fears and finding me.

P. S. Thank you, as always, to all that have been there for me along the way. Our journeys aren’t meant to be traveled alone and for all you that have been along for the ride, I am so very grateful. Happy New Year. With love.

Two of my biggest struggles  growth moments, not only of last year, but probably of my life. Both of these photos are raw and at my most broken open of moments. Picture one is on the summit of Longs Peak ( 14,259 feet) in Colorado. I took this photo seconds after realizing my accomplishment, something I never could have imagined when I began my fitness journey five years ago. Picture two is shortly after I finished one of the most grueling runs of my life, not physically grueling, but mentally. Every old fat girl tape that has ever played in my head suddenly replayed during the first miles of a long, middle of the night relay run. It didn’t help that I was getting passed by runners like I was standing still. I recovered though and finished. 

Facing Fears and Finding Me: 5 years later It has been a year since I've posted here. I'm really not sure why it has been so long.