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mrsbhandari · 4 years

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wish you were sober

a/n: hey its a random ajay fic no one asked for fjkdlkjf;lskdj;f ANYWAYS im still working on that athlete au cuz its a BITCH but thats fine. i hope you like this one, it turned out way longer than i wanted it to oop--

words: 4k

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, light sexual harassment (brian crandall aka asshole of the year), like kinda suggestive if you squint

summary: ajay getting roped into the bullshit(tm)

tagging: @rulesofthebeneath, @theeccentricbibliophile

It was near midnight when she called, voice loud over the speaker of his phone and face lighting up the screen. He blinked blearily, unsure of what was really happening and what he should specifically do about this girl who called him and expected him to...what? Drop everything for her? Race over to Brian’s house and bring her home?

I hate my fucking life, he thought as he pulled on some jeans and grabbed his keys. She looked crazy over the phone, speech slurring and loud laughs directed at something off screen that he wasn’t sure he really wanted to see. She yelled that he needed to get over there and hung the phone up abruptly, not allowing him to get any words in before she left, making his heart beat at the possibilities of what might happen if he didn’t pick her up.

When he pulled up to the large mansion overrun with rowdy high schoolers, he couldn’t hold in his sigh. He was really traipsing into the lion’s den, looking for a fellow mouse that liked to wear a predator’s pelt, ignoring the looks of hunger pointed his way by the big dogs of both Hearst and Berry. He figured Skye would be upstairs in her room or sleeping over at someone else’s house, so being saved by her was out. Erin was on a trip with her family and Rory was practicing lines at their house, so he was sure that if Ajay was going to get Bailey, it was going to be by himself.

He didn’t even know why she was here, and why the hell is he supposed to come get her? She probably tagged along with Casey, so why shouldn’t her own brother get control of her? She doesn’t even like me, he thought, grimacing and ignoring the odd stares at his behavior. He seemed to be doing well at hiding his crush on her in favor of the play, but no one told him how hard it was going to be with her! She smiled so easily, and he was just supposed to act like it didn’t make his hands shake and his heart beat faster and his mind race with thoughts of her lips on his and and and…

I hate my fucking life, he repeated to himself, making his way out to the backyard and the pool, keeping his head down to avoid any unwanted contact with people who could most definitely snap his spine in half if they wanted to. His eyes ran over the different sections of the backyard, focusing on the beer pong table that a certain blonde ponytail was near, making his heart skip a beat. He walked over, silently waiting for her to finish her turn and standing awkwardly until she did. What’s the etiquette for this kind of thing? He didn’t have to worry about it long because she sunk her shot and raised her arms up in a high V, shouting and laughing her elation at almost winning the entire game. He let out a small oomph! when she turned to him and wrapped long arms around his neck, seemingly noticing him for the first time.

“Oh! Ajay!” Her breath stank of cheap beer, but she was so close to him and her body was so warm that he couldn’t find it within himself to care. “I’m winning!” She drew out the word, yet he hung onto every syllable like it was his lifeline, finding it to be the only thing keeping him from pressing his lips to hers, party be damned. A curse from her beer pong opponent brought him back to reality, making him pull back from her but keep a hand on his waist to ensure she didn’t fall drunkenly.

“I’m here to take you home, Bailey. You called me?” He had to contain himself when she pouted, finding it to be the cutest expression ever, but she quickly turned away and slammed back the shots in the cups on the table. “Bailey, what the fu--” he began, but she let out a loud, giddy laugh.

“I haven’t even gone for a swim yet?” She took a few uncertain steps, stripping her shirt off and then shimmying her skirt to the grass. Ajay shot glares at a few Hearst football players who whistled and catcalled her before following her protectively, hiding her body from the group of boys. “Ajay, join me!” She was painfully drunk, stumbling and moving far too loosely to be considered sober or dignified.

“No, we can swim when you aren’t wasted, c’mon…” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few girls filming them, so he turned his body towards their camera to hide her again. She had been dressed for it, a cute black bikini accentuating her curves, but there was something inherently sweet yet dirty about how exposed she was. He knew it would sound selfish if he ever said it out loud, but it didn’t sit right with him, the fact that she wasn’t only doing this for him. She was drunk, and she barely even noticed him there, and even if she wasn’t drunk, she would never look at him the way he wanted her to. “Bailey, seriously, let me take you home.”

“I’ve got laps first!” She walked over to the diving board and carefully stepped onto it, almost losing her balance at its wobble.

“Hey, this chick is gonna jump drunk!” Brian yelled, laughing cruelly at the crowd of other high schoolers who meandered over to the side of the pool to watch. Ajay wanted to yell at how they should be focused on helping her instead of going viral, but he knew it would fall on deaf ears, the predators too preoccupied with the smell of fresh blood. He turned his attention back to Bailey, who was posing for a dive, which she didn’t quite follow through on as she made her leap from the board. Before he could catch her, she was in the water with a splash, providing lovely entertainment for the top of the food chain guffawing at her jump.

“Bailey!” he yelled, leaning forward as much as he could without falling in after her. She rose to the surface, but was struggling, splashing the water and taking gulping breaths that never seemed to be enough as she kept slipping under. Shit shit shit! He thought, quickly ripping off his shirt and jacket and dropping his pants, disregarding the suggestive sounds falling out of his classmates’ mouths. Right now, he needed to help Bailey; he would deal with his pending payout from the possibility of a Buzzfeed article later. He threw his glasses on the small pile of his clothes as he jumped.

The sudden feeling of the water enveloping him was a shock, but he ran entirely on adrenaline to get over it quickly and swim over to Bailey, wrapping an arm around her waist and hugging her close in the water. She was still struggling against him, unable to stop the panic that was taking over her heart, but he found the edge of the pool and the ladder next to the diving board, quickly pushing her to sit on one of the metal steps. When her fingers wrapped around the rail, she calmed down quicker than expected, allowing him a moment of relief to catch his breath.

“Aw, damn, I was hoping I would have to administer some CPR!” Brian whistled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the pair in the pool. Suddenly, Ajay was hit with the realization that he was here...with Bailey...at a party...with a shit ton of high schoolers...in his underwear...sopping wet.

I hate my fucking life. No matter how many times it ran through his head, a gorgeous face would pop up in his mind shortly after, making his features soften and his breathing slow. With a jolt, he felt her moving in front of him and opened his eyes just in time to watch her ass pass directly in front of his face, making him blush and look away. He climbed out after her, the reality of just what he did hitting him as he looked around at the other teenagers, all staring at him and Bailey like they were the only food available for miles. He found a towel on a table and handed it to her, but she offered it back to him with a flirty smile.

“I think you need this more than me,” she whispered, eyes glancing downward for a split second before meeting his once more. He let out a cough and wrapped the towel around his waist, secretly happy he wore black, not-embarrassing boxers today. Collecting his pile of clothes from the side of the pool, he sneers at Brian when the boy stopped in front of them.

“You think you can just make a mess at my party and leave without paying an exit fee?” He turned to Bailey, a sickly smile showing too many teeth and only making Ajay hurry to reach for his jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. “A kiss from the party girl?”

“I think the fuck not,” Ajay said, tone low and threatening as he zipped up the thin layer over Bailey’s half-naked body. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him and willing her to stop shaking at his side. She was suspiciously quiet, but he didn’t have time to worry about her; he needed to get her out of this party.

“Oh, c’mon--”

“You lay a hand on her and I report you for sexual harassment, which will go down even worse when the cops look at the evidence of underage drinking. I’ll say it one time, and one time only: Fuck. Off.” He hid his satisfaction at the way Brian gaped at him and stepped out of the way. They silently walked off, Ajay’s hands full with his clothes in one hand and a drunk girl that he was secretly pining after in the other. He looked down at her briefly, eyeing her through her thick lashes that nearly closed over a sleepy gaze. Before he stepped back into the house, he looked over his shoulder to see Brian glaring after them. “Take that ‘exit fee’ and shove it up your ass!” With a resolute nod, he made his way through the house and to his car, surrounded by teenagers that he shooed away.

“‘Jay…” she drawled, the first word she said in the past 5 minutes making him flush. “Where are we going?”

“Well, my house is closer, so I’ll text your brother and call your mom to say you’re staying over at my place.”

“Hm…” was all she hummed, allowing herself to be strapped in by him. He stayed outside the driver’s side to pull his pants on, but stopped with his shirt in his hands when she reached over and rolled the window down. “Leave it off!” She sounded like a child and he wanted to laugh, so bad, to just laugh with her and not worry about what the hell this party was and what the hell was going to happen in the morning and what the hell he was going to do when she was spending the night in his bed.

But he couldn’t.

“Sorry, Bailey,” he said, slipping the shirt down and smiling at her pained whines.

“Such a Debby Downer,” she slurred. She looked back out of her window, pouting and ignoring him when he offered his phone, opened to Spotify for her.

“I’ll make it up to you. Pick some music.” That seemed to distract her enough for him to get going, flinching at the volume she played WAP at and screamed the lyrics to. There was something intimate about this as well, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of how sweet it felt, wafting over his senses like being down the street from the bakery. You knew that the closer you got, the stronger the smell, and the more at home you felt amidst the warm pastries that lined the window. The closer he drove to his house, the more inevitable being close to her was, and he couldn’t get it out of his head as he switched his attention from the road to her hand movements as she rapped the lewd lyrics, fueled entirely by the alcohol.

She whined more when he turned down the volume as he turned into his neighborhood, but he managed to convince her to be quiet with a single finger to his lips, something she seemed to focus on for far too long to even be attributed to the alcohol. She luckily kept this behavior up when he ushered her inside and to his room as quickly as possible while still keeping her from falling into several of Mohit’s loud toys and the large furniture that seemed to be ten times as dangerous at night.

“I felt like I was on Wipeout,” Bailey gasped when he closed the door, voice entirely too loud for the quiet stillness of the room. He was about to scold her, but then she collapsed on the bed, making it creak and add to the genuine noise she brought everywhere she went. His heart decided that he liked the noises that were associated with her before his mind ever caught up, something that was happening a lot more nowadays when he saw her walk into the auditorium, ponytail swinging and smile wide.

“Uh, here,” he said, offering a large t-shirt and some old pajama pants that were too small for him to her before turning around and covering his eyes. He heard the unzipping of his jacket and the ruffling of clothes, keeping his eyes shut under his hands as he waited for her with bated breath. He hated how his mind wandered to her even when he didn’t want it to, his eyelids seemingly tattooed with her bright eyes and curious gaze, always finding his glances with pinpoint accuracy that left him stuttering and looking away. She was here, in his room, drunk. Just a few feet away and he could reach out his hands to touch her, feel her skin under his palm, run the pads of fingers over her collarbone, the scar on her shoulder, the freckles on her cheek. His touch could linger for as long as he wanted it to, because she’d be looking forward to it as much as he was, and she would pull his face down for a kiss that knocked the breath out of his lungs.

“You can look now,” was what a tentative voice behind him said, jolting him out of his fantasy and making him turn around. No matter how much mental preparation he could put his mind through, he never could fully be ready for the sight of the sight of his large shirt slipping off her shoulder, revealing the collarbone he had just been thinking about a few seconds before. She sat cross legged on the sheets, making her seem smaller than she really was.

“You must be tired.”

“I’m not.”

“You looked ready to pass out at Brian’s, don’t bullshit.” He sounded unnecessarily harsh which made him feel even worse than he already did for her as she cast a glance down at her hands. He sighed. “Sorry, I was just worried.”

“About me?”

“Well, you almost drowned, so yeah. I was worried.” Her gaze was still on her hands and she hummed, too full of thoughts for someone who probably couldn’t keep them straight.

“Was that the only reason?”

“You talk too much. Aren’t you supposed to be passed out by now? I’ve never dealt with a drunk person before.” He saw her cheeks grow bigger and figured she was smiling; it made him smile, too, an indicator that he was too far gone to ever deny feelings for her that flitted around his mind like cobwebs. He shook them away to force himself to listen to her speak once more.

“I just…” She trailed off but stopped herself from releasing anything else, lips tight and silence awkward.

“It’s fine.” His voice was too hurried, he sounded too panicked, and he cringed to himself when he got the simple words out. Damage control. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.” She just hummed again, and he hated the way he analyzed it, searching for the hidden meaning as if the vibrations would unlock some new achievement, leaving a letter in his pocket that would lay out all the things felt between the two. The more he thought about it though, the more he realized he would be afraid to read it. “You take the bed.”

“What? Why?” Her voice raised unexpectedly, enough so that even she seemed surprised by the sudden raise in volume that was met with another finger to his lips.

“It’s polite, I’m not making you sleep on the floor drunk.”

“Just sleep with me.” The alcohol was clouding her mind, letting more pass through her filter without a second thought.

“I can’t do--”

“Why not?”

The challenging tone made him pause, unsure if she really meant anything by the insistent way she clenched her fists and stared up at him, nose scrunched in an adorable pout that made his heart melt. He could feel his resolve crumbling, which is surprising since he was always seen as one of the most stubborn students in the theatre department. Someone shouldn’t be able to wear him down this much unless they were holding a gun to his head.

Or maybe they were just looking at him with such a determination in their eyes that it made him stop and consider the options for once.

“If I do this, you’ll sleep?”

“Yes,” she sighed more than spoke, scooting backwards on the bed and edging over to leave room for him. He wondered if she could already hear the beating of his heart, loudly rushing into his ears as he tried to calmly walk over to the side of the bed. It all felt domestic, like they were husband and wife, but he felt too loud to be considered casual. His feet pounded the wood below him and his large hands scraped against the sheets. He left a layer under him so as to separate him from Bailey, but it proved unsuccessful as she just climbed (stumbled) back out and then got back in on top of the same layer, getting rid of his barrier and only making him sweatier. He was still in jeans, they noticed at the same time, and she looked up at him expectantly.

“You can change your pants you know.” She raised an arm to her eyes, closing and covering them. “I won’t look.”

You can if you want to.

The sentence was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t find it within himself to say it, opting instead to just silently get up and change, slipping his legs into pants that he only realized matched hers when he climbed back beside her. When he settled with his back against the headboard, he nearly yelped when her hand found his thigh, running her fingers over the soft material.

“We match.”

“Yeah. Unintentionally, I swear.” He stiffened when she nudged closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t mind. I think it’s cute.”

He never expected that “Bailey Called Something I Did Cute” to be written on his tombstone, but here he was: murdered by the shape of her mouth forming a word like that in reference to him.

“Can I kiss you?” The question was unhurried and whispered in his ear, but it hit him like a bolt of lightning, sending tingles over his entire body as he flinched away from her.

“What?” Half of his body was off the bed as she leaned closer to him, cupping his right cheek in one hand. She still smelled like shitty beer and chlorine, a combination that should’ve made him gag, but she managed to make seem like the highest priced perfume. It made him want to lean in right back, slot his lips against her plush ones and just accept that it happened, but he also knew that going back on his word to the rest of the theatre department was an awfully shitty move.

“I want to kiss you.”

“You’re drunk.”

“What’s the saying? ‘Drunk words are sober thoughts’?”

“You want to kiss me when you’re sober, too?”

“All the time.” His breath hitched; Wasn’t expecting that development. “I wish I didn’t have to kiss Rory in the play. I think they like me and I don’t want to lead them on, but it’s so hard when the kiss is so anticipated. It’s especially hard when I have a crush on my director. ”

Ah, the kiss, Ajay remembered, slightly ashamed at all the times they’d rehearsed the scene but he would always call for them to stop just before the climax of it. He knew it was kind of pervy, but he really only wanted to watch his crush kiss someone else the minimum amount of times he was required to: the four times they were performing the show, nothing less and absolutely nothing more.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Say you’ll kiss me.”

“What about the play?”

“It’s your rule. You can decide if you want to break it with me.” She didn’t know he had already decided months ago when he saw her at auditions that if the opportunity ever made itself known, he would break a thousand rules just to feel her skin against his one time. And now he seemed to be giving in, leaning in closer and closer until her breath was hot against his, shared between the two like a secret.

“I’ll kiss you,” he decided, finally closing the gap between them and kissing her. His lungs and chest felt tight, but any concerns about the play, the party, or the bitter taste of beer on his tongue melted away as she kissed him back fervently. He figured he should be impressed with how good she still was at kissing despite being wasted, but his thoughts were cut off as she pulled back. He was suddenly self-conscious, concerned about how good he was and the line of spit that still connected them. “What--”

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathed, chest heaving with the excitement and the alcohol still in her system. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ajay.”

Ajay loved music, but he decided that if he had to give up every single record he owned just to hear his name fall out of her mouth again, he would hand them over in a heartbeat. Despite the way his heart was beating out of his chest, he forced himself to sound casual as he looked down at her. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, you dork.” A drunken smile that stopped his heart and made his mind click trying to story it in his memory slipped onto her face, and she dropped her head back on his shoulder. “A long time,” she repeated softly, and before he could respond, she was asleep.

He gently lifted her up and laid her down flat on the bed, making sure to keep close to her and her warmth. Just before he turned the light out, he pressed a kiss to her head, savoring the picture of her sleeping so soundly next to him, clutching his arm and one leg thrown over his waist.

“Me too, Bailey.”

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isthisthingeven0n · 5 years

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why does it matter ? : j.w

brief summary: dating jeff and being 20, but no one seeing how it can work with your age gap.

thank you for the request! this was good to write as a twenty-year-old I’m forever being told someone is too old for me and I’m too young for them. it’s a relatable piece. enjoy!

* masterlistin’ *

( also I’m going to be offline for a week as of sunday, so if you have something requested and it’s not up by then, I’m working on it don’t fear! i’ll be back v soon)

“Really dude, she’s a kid.” Jason sighs heavily as Jeff remains seated, perched on the edge of the sofa as he finally told his friends the truth about his newest relationship. “I’m old enough to be her Dad.”

Jeff knew it wasn’t something that would be well received, even if he had understanding friends the media would swarm over you until you were nothing. “She’s not a kid, guys.” Jeff speaks up, but the expressions from his friends that follow silence him back down. “She’s really good for me, and I’m good for her.”

“Yeah, you’re good for her bank account.” Erin comments as she drinks her coffee whilst David sits beside her, not having a response as of yet. “Oh, come on Jeff,” Erin scoffs but Jeff remains tight-lipped, his fists clenching in frustration.

“You’ve not even met her and you’re judging her over what? The fact she’s younger than me? Real mature,” He rises to his feet, tired of trying to justify the fact that he was happy for the first time in months. “Why can’t you guys be happy for me?” Jeff looks around the room, watching each of their facial expressions changing before David rises to his feet.

Turning away from everyone Jeff begins to walk out of David’s house, finding no benefit in trying to alleviate their ideas of you.

“Jeff,” David calls out and Jeff pauses at his car door. “I’m glad you’re happy dude,” He starts, but Jeff waits for the but, that additional comment everyone has to add. “and don’t listen to them, they’re just cautious for you, you’d do the same for them.” Patting Jeff’s arm, David turns back around leaving Jeff to let that ponder as he drives away, heading straight towards yours.

As Jeff pulls up to your apartment block he releases a deep sigh, finally noticing how white his knuckles are turning from clenching the wheel unnecessarily tightly. All he needs is some reassurance from you, to just see you is enough reassurance to know this is something he wants.

Slowly he walks up to your door, knocking and patiently waits for you to answer it.

A series of barks sound through the apartment and the sound of crashing quickly follows. Jeff smiles to himself, never tiring of your antics whilst dog sitting for your neighbour.

With a flustered face, you open the door, letting out a sigh of relief as you realise it’s Jeff. “Oh thank god it’s you.” You mumble as you bend down, taking hold of Pixie by the collar to stop her getting out, again. “Honestly I cannot tell you how crazy today has been,”

Jeff watches as you walk around your apartment. Books remain covering a series of surfaces along with scattered mugs of cold coffee whilst a fresh one remains in your hand. You look tired but slightly wired due to the caffeine. He started noticing the small things recently. How you always touch your nose when you feel warm or embarrassed or fiddle with your rings when you’re concentrating.

Out of all of the little things he’s realised he adores the way your eyes scrunch up when you laugh, or more accurately when he makes you laugh.

“-and then Pixie tried to get away during our walk because I didn’t feed her before we left.” You collapse down onto your sofa before sitting upright, smiling up to Jeff as he remains silent, slowly processing everything you just said. “Hey,” You call out as he focuses on the ground, his hands in his pockets. “everything okay?”

“I told my friends about us,” Jeff tries to force the confidence in his voice, but it falters at the last second.

Jeff lifts his head up to see you looking straight ahead, straight through him as you rub your lips together, nodding. “What’d they say?” You don’t want to ask, you don’t want to hear the response fearing it to be the worst.

“It’s a divide,” He mutters before walking towards you and sitting by your side. “but they’ll get used to it.” A small laugh follows to break the uncomfortable silence between the two of you, but you can’t act the same.

“What did they say?” You ask bluntly, blinking slowly as you remain holding the lukewarm coffee in your grip, half full.

“Nothing we didn’t anticipate hearing,” Jeff mumbles and you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “but it doesn’t matter what they think, baby.” He reaches out to place his hand on your thigh, but you shift away from his embrace.

“Doesn’t matter? Jeff, they’re your friends.” You state as Pixie collapses into her bed, giving you that sorrowful look. “I know that we’re the only two people in this relationship, but realistically, we aren’t.”

“But it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks if we’re happy.” Jeff tries to justify it, but you shake your head. “So what? That’s it?” He scoffs as you remain quiet, fighting back the tears that you can feel in the backs of your eyes. “Unbelievable.”

Jeff walks off, the door slamming behind him as you place the coffee down and walk towards Pixie. “Oh Pix,” You mumble as you bury your face into her as she licks away some of your tears. “I’m such an idiot.”

“So you just stormed out? Like a child?” David asks as he pants heavily as Jeff continues to walk in silence whilst David trails behind him. “Come on, Man!”

Jeff stops abruptly, turning back to wait for David to catch up on the incline. “What was I supposed to do, Dave? She clearly wasn’t happy or willing to give it a go.”

“I don’t think that’s true Jeff,” David states and Jeff fights back the thoughts agreeing with him. “clearly she means a lot if you’re willing to talk about her to our friends.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeff continues to walk in the hope the heat will be enough of a distraction for his mind to stop thinking about you. “But she won’t be accepted, Dave. How can I date her and hang out with all of you at the same time? It’s not fair on her to not be apart of this, this part of my life.”

“Ease the two together,” David suggests and suddenly his eyes widen with delight. “I’ve got an idea,” He finishes as he walks alongside Jeff as they continue their hike whilst David explains his plan throughout, hoping the idea might actually work.

Three gentle knocks on your door, that’s all it took to set Pixie off as she starts howling. “Pix, chill!” You yell as you rush through the apartment as you tie your hair back and open the front door. “Erm, hi?” You ask the stranger before you who has wild brown hair and a big grin on his face.

“Hi, you must be Y/n?” He asks and you slowly nod, glancing back to check Pixie was close by. “Sorry, that sounds like I’m a creep. I’m David, one of Jeff’s friends.” David explains and you release the breath you’ve been holding and smile.

“It’s nice to meet you David, but what’re you doing here? Me and Jeff aren’t exactly on speaking or really dating terms right now,” You trail off, not wanting to admit to yourself that the other day was it, the end of your relationship.

“Well, Jeff can be an asshole and whatever he said, he didn’t mean. I hate to ask, but can you trust me, a stranger for about ten minutes?” He asks apprehensively and you raise an eyebrow. “Ten minutes, that’s all I’m asking.”

“Alright,” You shrug your shoulder before grabbing your keys and phone, leaving a few treats for Pixie to devour in a matter of seconds as you close your door behind you. “but if you kill me, I know people who will make you suffer.” You joke and David laughs lightly as you follow behind him.

David pulls up in front of a large house and as he parks, you watch as Jeff walks through the front door. He waves nervously to you and you climb out, suddenly unsure whether this was a wise decision after all.

“Hey,” Jeff mutters as you stand in front of him as a small smile rises on his lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I was stupid to storm out.”

You shake your head. “It was me. I was being dumb and I should expect there to be people who don’t agree with us, and that’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” David interrupts and you both turn, seeing a series of people stood along with David. “If you guys are happy, then that’s all there is to it, right guys?” David turns and the series of people around him nod.

“Doesn’t mean we won’t take the piss out of you guys,” One voice calls out and you laugh lightly, feeling a weight slowly being lifted from your shoulders as Jeff turns back to face you, his hand reaching out towards yours.

“So, what’d you say, Y/n? Give this another go?” Jeff moves closer, pulling your hand until your inches away and his smirk is only visible to you along with that glint in his loving gaze.

“I guess I can old man,” You mutter as you rise on your tiptoes, kissing him softly as a series of cheers sound from across the driveway.

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televinita · 5 years

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Books Read in 2019: The Why

In a tradition I accidentally started for myself and now quite enjoy, at the end of the year I look back at my reading list and answer the question, why did you read this particular book?

Below, the books are split into groups by target readership age, plus nonfiction at the end. This year I have added the category “how I heard of it” as well, because I just think that info is neat.

FICTION

The Visitor - K.L. Slater. 2018. Read because: Ten episodes of The Good Cop weren't enough, so I tried to find something w/ similar characters, and this looked kinda like "TJ as a slightly more withdrawn weirdo." By the time I realized it wouldn't work due to being British, I was too excited by the prospect of a thriller to stop.

How I heard of it: Googling keywords

Like the Red Panda - Andrea Seigel. 2004. The back cover and first few pages reminded me of a friend I had once.

How I heard of it: Library

The Lost Vintage - Ann Mah. 2018. What's that? You've got some secret family history/a mystery from the past to be solved using old personal papers, including a diary? My jams.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (4th ed.) - Emilie Autumn. 2017. I googled for books that promised unique formatting/art design, and Emilie Autumn has always been an intriguing enigma to me.

I Heard the Owl Call My Name - Margaret Craven. 1967. I know this title, but not why -- when I tripped over it in the teen* section and saw how tiny it was, I decided to find out what it was about. (*it's there because it's often taught in schools. It's here because its intended audience is adult.)

Escape - Barbara Delinsky. 2011. Went looking for an audiobook -- the cover with a woman standing on a small bridge amidst the woods drew me in (I can't find that cover on the internet though), and the idea of abandoning responsibility and driving off to a small town sounded like my dream.

How I heard of it: Library

Saul and Patsy - Charles Baxter. 2003. Another search result from my attempt to cast Josh Groban in a novel -- Midwestern-set and a man very much in love with his wife, no worries about the relationship being wrecked? Sweet! (though ultimately, I had to mentally recast)

How I heard of it: Googling

California - Edan Lepucki. 2014. Needed an audiobook. The title and green forest cover caught my eye, and the off-the-grid life + promise of a mysterious and possibly suspicious settler community described in the plot appealed to me.

How I heard of it: Library

The Lost Queen of Crocker County - Elizabeth Leiknes. 2018. Woman moves back home to rural Iowa in a book described as a "love letter to the Midwest"? Look at all these good choices.

How I heard of it: Library

All The Things You Are - Declan Hughs. 2014. Was looking for a different book w/ this title, but saw Spooky Dark House cover + wild summary and wanted to know how that could possibly happen / what the explanation was.

How I heard of it: Library catalog

Tumbledown Manor - Helen Brown. 2016. Cover love. A book about restoring a historic family manor?? BRING ME THERE.

How I heard of it: Library

The War Bride's Scrapbook - Caroline Preston. 2017. IT'S LITERALLY A SCRAPBOOK. I loved her other one like this.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day - Winifred Watson. 1938. Rewatched the movie and needed to relive an alternate take immediately (especially for more Michael).

How I heard of it: special features on the DVD

April & Oliver - Tess Callahan. 2009. This just screamed "(slightly less storybook) Ned/Chuck AU!!" [Pushing Daisies] at me. There was semi-platonic comfort-spooning in the second chapter, COME ON.

How I heard of it: Half Price Books

A Short Walk to the Bookshop - Aleksandra Drake. 2019. This looked like an even more solid Ned/Chuck AU, missing only the childhood connection/age similarity, with bonus fave keywords anxiety, widower, bookshop and dog.

How I heard of it: Googling

Girl Last Seen - Nina Laurin. 2017. Recently watched "Captive" and wanted a story of the aftermath from the captive's perspective.

How I heard of it: Goodreads (specifically, I looked up an older book by this title intending to check out related recs, but this came up first)

The Road to Enchantment - Kaya McLaren. 2017. Gorgeous cover/title + "single [pregnant] woman inherits late mother's ranch" = an alternate life I want to try on.

How I heard of it: Library

From Sand and Ash - Amy Harmon. 2016. Love between childhood best friends who can’t (well, aren’t supposed to) touch? Sounds like a Ned/Chuck AU to me!

How I heard of it: a book blog post

My Oxford Year - Julia Whelan. 2018. Always here for age-appropriate student/teacher romances -- I had this one saved for a while -- but read now specifically to cast David Tennant.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

The Reckoning at Gossamer Pond - Jaime Jo Wright. 2018. There's a mystery from the past being solved in the present. Also, "inherited hoarder's trailer" made me v. curious about what was inside.

How I heard of it: a book blog post

My Husband the Stranger - Rebecca Done. 2017. It's Find Books That Remind Me Of David Tennant's Roles Month, and this was my crack at "Recovery."

How I heard of it: Googling

The House on Foster Hill - Jaime Jo Wright. 2017. Fixing up a spooky abandoned historic house + solving a mystery from the past in the present!

How I heard of it: a book blog post

Broadchurch - Erin Kelly. 2014. Fell in love with the show, had to immediately relive it in text form.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

The Vanishing - Wendy Webb. 2014. Spooky historic mansion from a reliable author for the spookening season.

How I heard of it: looking up the author’s back catalog

The Scholar - Dervla McTiernan. 2019. The Ruin - Dervla McTiernan. 2018. "Hmmm looks kind of like (Irish) Broadchurch but where the detective character has a girlfriend to fuss over and worry about. Nice." Read out of order because the second one had more girlfriend content, and enjoyed it enough to go back for book 1.

How I heard of it: Googling

The Day She Died - Catriona McPherson. 2014. The cover looked perfect for the Spook Season/gloomy weather. Sign me up for insta-families and murder mysteries w/ MCs in possible danger any day.

How I heard of it: library (literally because it was right next to McTiernan)

Still Missing - Chevy Stevens. 2010. Collecting base material for when I play this scenario (abduction/prolonged captivity and its aftermath) out w/ TV characters I like.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

This Is How You Lose The Time War - Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone. 2019. It sounded EXACTLY like a (genderbent) Doctor/Master or Crowley/Aziraphale relationship.

How I heard of it: a book blog post

The Tale of Halcyon Crane - Wendy Webb. 2010. Wanted an audiobook and I like this author (esp. for spook season).

How I heard of it: author’s back catalog

The Child Garden - Catriona McPherson. 2015. I liked her previous book and this setting looked even spookier and more atmospheric.

How I heard of it: author’s back catalog

Quiet Neighbors - Catriona McPherson. 2016. One last dip into this author...because what part of "woman gets a job organizing the books in 'the oldest bookshop in a town full of bookshops' + an old cottage to stay in" does not sound like my dream life?

How I heard of it: author’s back catalog

Doctor Who: The Nightmare of Black Island - Mike Tucker. 2006. After 2.5 months in a Ten/Rose spiral, the time was nigh to pluck one of their novels I didn’t get around to reading back in my original fandom heyday.

How I heard of it: can't remember

Misery - Stephen King. 1987. I just woke up one day and decided I was in the mood to try this infamous mother of all literary whumps.

How I heard of it: can’t remember

The Whisper Man - Alex North. 2019. Went looking for books that would remind me of the father/son dynamic in "The Escape Artist."

How I heard of it: Googling

Open Your Eyes - Paula Daly. 2018. Second crack at a "Recovery"-shaped novel (it failed instantly because I didn’t take the possibility of diversity into account, but suspense is still a good genre regardless).

How I heard of it: Googling

The Last - Hanna Jameson. 2019. "Dystopian psychological thriller" + the gorgeous hotel on the cover.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

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YOUNG ADULT

Blood Wounds - Susan Beth Pfeffer. 2011. Established quality author + (what I thought was a) thriller premise.

How I heard of it: author’s back catalog

Beware That Girl - Teresa Totten. 2016. I wanted an audiobook, and contemporary YA options are limited at the library. The mystery/thriller aspect sounded good enough to spend 8+ hours with.

How I heard of it: library

Trafficked - Kim Purcell. 2012. I am mystified/intrigued by domestic/non-sexual slavery, and have not seen the topic covered in YA.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Wild Bird - Wendelin Van Draanen. 2017. I have long been fascinated by teen reform camps for girls in the wilderness.

How I heard of it: library

The Year of Luminous Love - Lurlene McDaniel. 2013. The Year of Chasing Dreams - Lurlene McDaniel. 2014.

The library didn't have Girl With the Broken Heart, but it did have a fat duology featuring similar elements of horses + tragic illness, and a trio of friends that called to mind Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

The Pull of Gravity - Gae Polisner. 2011. I was looking for quality male friendships, but the male/female friendship + road trip in this search result sounded like I could cast them as teen versions of Survivor contestants. I forget which ones.

How I heard of it: Googling

The Summer of Jordi Perez (and the Best Burger in Los Angeles) - Amy Spalding. 2018. Established quality author + bright cover, cool title, burger quest, MC's love of fashion and job in a clothing store, and summer in L.A. setting

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Tiger Eyes - Judy Blume. 1981. Found out Amy Jo Johnson was the mom in the movie version, decided to read the book as prep since once again, I knew the title, but not why I knew it.

Darius the Great Is Not Okay - Adib Khorram. 2018. I turned the internet upside down in search of books with quality male friendships, and was pointed here.

How I heard of it: Googling

Big Doc's Girl - Mary Medearis. 1941. Went looking for vintage stories of simple country girls who reminded me of Katharine McPhee's character in The House Bunny. (spoiler alert: this was not it even a little bit, why did I think it was)

How I heard of it: Googling

With Malice - Eileen Cook. 2016. Always here for random teen thrillers, including a fictionalized version of Amanda Knox.

How I heard of it: library

The Girls of No Return - Erin Saldin. 2012. Like I said, I'm big on girls reform camps in the wilderness.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Hope Was Here - Joan Bauer. 2000. Needed an audiobook. This one was short and by a proven quality author.

How I heard of it: library

Rules of the Road - Joan Bauer. 1998. Best Foot Forward - Joan Bauer. 2006. Bought the first super-cheap a while ago because of the cover/road trip aspect/fascinating first few pages; read NOW to keep the Bauer train rolling, followed immediately by its sequel.

How I heard of it: Goodwill/Goodreads

Now Is Everything - Amy Giles. 2017. Interesting format, sympathetic-sounding main character (edit: What Makes You Beautiful - Ha Ha Ha version.mp3), potential for a sweet and protective romance.

How I heard of it: library

Radical - E.M. Kokie. 2016. Survivalist/prepper teen? Intriguing and underrepresented concept in YA.

How I heard of it: library

Hit the Road - Caroline B. Cooney. 2006. “It's spring, which means it's time to think about road trips.” Plus I just read a fun teen + old lady on the road book (Rules of the Road). It's thematic.

How I heard of it: library

I Am Still Alive - Kate Alice Marshall. 2018. I dig survival stories, especially in the wilderness, and this one was well recced.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

The Caged Graves - Dianne K. Salerni. 2013. Spook cover!! I MUST KNOW WHY THERE ARE CAGES OVER THESE GRAVES.

How I heard of it: library

Fancy Free - Betty Cavanna. 1961. Found cheap and will read this author always.

How I heard of it: antique store

Once And For All - Sarah Dessen. 2017. Stubborn determination to complete this author's canon and literally no other reasons.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Wired Man and Other Freaks of Nature - Sashi Kaufman. 2016. People in the Goodreads reviews were mad that the guys were so close yet not gay for each other. That's the very specific male friendship wheelhouse I've been looking for! Plus I know this author can write teen boys in a way I can tolerate.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Field Notes on Love - Jennifer E. Smith. 2019. Needed an audiobook and this was on display at the library; it looked cute and fluffy and I was ready for an antidote to the Dessen book.

How I heard of it: library

Midnight Sun - Trish Cook. 2017. Needed an audiobook and sick!lit seemed the most reliable of my options, given that previews for the movie had looked okay and it was real short.

How I heard of it: library

9 Days and 9 Nights - Katie Cotugno. 2018. Sequel to a book that drove me insane, but where I loved the writing style and was frustratingly fond of the characters so I Had 2 Know what happened next.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Your Destination Is On The Left - Lauren Spieller. 2018. Attractive cover + keywords like "nomadic RV lifestyle," Santa Fe, post-high-school YA, and internship

How I heard of it: library

Weird Girl and What's His Name - Meagan Brothers. 2015. X-Philes?? In MY modern-day YA fiction?? (with a side of inappropriate age-mismatched relationship?) My interest is more likely than you'd think!

How I heard of it: library

All Out of Pretty - Ingrid Palmer. 2018. Attractive design + arresting first page piqued my curiosity

How I heard of it: library

Hitchhike - Isabelle Holland. 1977. Vintage book w/ a puppy on the cover, by an author I like.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Send No Blessings - Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. 1990. Reread from high school after it came up on the What's The Name of That Book? discussion group; felt a strong pull of positive feelings but couldn't remember much.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

The Year of the Gopher - Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. 1987 Wanted better understanding of the source material before reading an essay about this book and the above in Lost Masterworks of Young Adult Literature.

How I heard of it: another book

Up In Seth's Room - Norma Fox Mazer. 1979 There was an essay about this in Lost Masterworks too. I had read it a long time ago and remembered NOT liking it, but figured I might as well revisit it to review on Goodreads.

How I heard of it: library

Blizzard's Wake - Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. 2002. Happened to be on the shelf when I checked to see what non-Alice books of hers the library had in stock, and figured as long I'm on a Naylor kick, this might as well happen. Mainly ‘cause I saw "deadly blizzard" on the back and was like "WOW this seems useful for my hurt/comfort scenario stockpile."

How I heard of it: library

A Whole New World - Liz Braswell. 2015. Seeing the new Aladdin trailer blew up my heart with FEELINGS for the original, so I went looking for a YA retelling. Can't believe I found an actual Disney-based retelling.

How I heard of it: Library catalog

After the Dancing Days - Margaret I. Rostkowski. 1986. The connection between Roy and the little girl in The Fall reminded me of this book, so I reread it specifically to visualize Andrew as Lee Pace.

How I heard of it: Library

There's Someone Inside Your House - Stephanie Perkins. 2017. I'll read most any teen thriller you throw at me. The more murders the better.

How I heard of it: Library

All the Forever Things - Jolene Perry. 2017. Loved the author's writing style on a previous book, but couldn't stomach the love triangle. Wanted to give her another chance.

How I heard of it: Library

Aristotle and Dante Discover The Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire Saenz. 2012. Been on my TBR for a while because quality male friendship; read it now to see if I should keep or get rid of the dollar store copy I bought. (answer: get rid of. it's good but not amazing to me personally)

How I heard of it: Goodreads

The Hollow Girl - Hillary Monahan. 2017. Violent revenge fantasy against rapists? Especially to save the life of a guy you like who was brutally beaten during your assault? Heck yeah.

How I heard of it: Library

The Opposite of Love - Sarah Lynn Scheerger. 2014. The hurt/comfort potential was off the charts and it vaguely reminded me of Ryan/Marissa (the O.C.).

How I heard of it: Library

Sophomore Year is Greek to Me - Meredith Zeitlin. 2015. It just looked light and cute, like summer.

How I heard of it: Library

Girl Online On Tour - Zoe Sugg. 2015. Girl Online Going Solo - Zoe Sugg. 2016. Two sequels to a book I enjoyed.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Plague Land - Alex Scarrow. 2017. Plague Land Reborn - Alex Scarrow. 2018. Always here for illness-based apocalypse/dystopia. Would have finished the trilogy but library doesn’t have book 3 yet.

How I heard of it: Library

Pretty Fierce - Kieran Scott. 2017. Spy daughter of spies running for her life along w/ doting boyfriend (named Oliver, a name that has never let me down in fiction)? The ship radar is sounding OFF.

How I heard of it: Library

The Leaving - Lynn Hall. 1980. Will read any LH book, but this one was small and easy to take on an overnight trip plus everything about the summary and first couple of pages drew me in.

How I heard of it: author’s back catalog

Speed of Life - J.M. Kelly. 2016. Beautiful cover, blue collar family, unusual premise (twin sisters co-parenting the baby one of them had, no dad in sight), and I love stories where teens are (essentially) head of household.

How I heard of it: Thrift Books

Freshman Year and Other Unnatural Disasters - Meredith Zeitlin. 2012. Looked light and cute, because it's back-to-school time and lately I've been enjoying study blogs from people just starting high school.

How I heard of it: Library

The Land of 10,000 Madonnas - Kate Hattemer. 2016. Unsupervised teens a-wanderin' through Europe? Sign me up for that vicarious wanderlust.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

A Thousand Boy Kisses - Tillie Cole. 2016. A romance w/ astronomical hurt/comfort potential. (spoiler alert it’s too sickly saccharine even for me)

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Hooked - Catherine Greenman. 2011. Random reread of a book I had come to believe should have been 4 stars rather than 3, but couldn’t remember well enough to feel confident in changing the rating without checking first.

How I heard of it: Library

Appaloosa Summer - Tudor Robins. 2014. Horsey YA + after years of it being on my TBR, the author saw me post about this fact and offered to send me a free paperback copy for review.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

I Stop Somewhere - T.E. Carter. 2018. I too identified as a girl my classmates would never notice was missing (moreso in college, but still). Plus it's getting close to Halloween, so time for spooky/true-crime-esque reads.

How I heard of it: library

What Waits in the Woods - Kieran Scott. 2015. An ideal spook setting for the spook season!

How I heard of it: Library

Illuminae - Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff. 2015. The formatting/art design just sounded cool and unique.

How I heard of it: a book blog post

Boot Camp - Todd Strasser. 2006. I went to the library to check out a different book of his, but this caught my eye because WHUMPITY WHUMP (with a side of pining for the teacher he had previously been in a relationship with).

The Last Trip of the Magi - Michael Lorinser. 2012. Picked up cheap at a book sale for the struggling-to-survive-a-winter-night-outside aspect.

A List of Cages - Robin Roe. 2017. Male friendship loaded with hurt/comfort.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

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MIDDLE GRADE

Sparrow Road - Sheila O'Connor. 2011. The setting -- an artist's retreat at an old mansion on sprawling estate grounds formerly used as an orphanage -- captivated me.

How I heard of it: a Little Free Library (outside of a mansion repurposed as an art council's center, actually)

Annie's Life in Lists - Kristin Mahoney. 2018. I LOVE LISTS.

How I heard of it: library

Hope is a Ferris Wheel - Robin Herrera. 2014. Still grinding my teeth over Dessen's Once and For All, I was desperate for a sweet middle grade story to refresh my palate. Gimme that bright cover. Ooh, and a trailer park kid?

How I heard of it: Library

The Education of Ivy Blake - Ellen Airgood. 2015. Prairie Evers - Ellen Airgood. 2012. Also intended as a Dessen antidote, I picked up the sequel first due to the incredibly charming excerpt on the back, and then fell so in love with the character and writing style I needed more of her world.

How I heard of it: Library

When You Reach Me - Rebecca Stead. 2009. Rave reviews from friends; mystery aspect sounded intriguing.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Counting By 7s - Holly Goldberg Sloan. 2013. Picked up cheap at a fundraiser garage sale I wanted to support; seemed easily readable.

Summerlost - Ally Condie. 2016. Young!Ned/Chuck AU?? (spoiler alert: maybe if it wasn't so boring)

How I heard of it: Googling

Where The Heart Is - Jo Knowles. 2019. "Country girl taking care of the animals at a hobby farm across the road" = the childhood dream and also I wanted to ignore the summary and hope I could still get a Young!Ned/Chuck AU. How I heard of it: Library

The Wizards of Once - Cressida Cowell. 2017. Twice Magic - Cressida Cowell. 2018. First one: David Tennant reads the audiobook, and literally no other reasons.

Second one: Ah heck turns out I kind of loved how David Tennant read that audiobook and want more.

How I heard of it: Library catalog

My Sister Lives on the Mantelpiece - Annabel Pitcher. 2011. David Tennant reads the audiobook, and literally no other reasons.

How I heard of it: Library catalog

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NONFICTION

Seinology: The Sociology of Seinfeld - Tim Delaney. 2006. It's sociology, it's Seinfeld, what's not to love?

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Survivor: The Ultimate Game - Mark Burnett. 2000. At the beginning of the year I was obsessed w/ this show like never before, so a detailed recap of one of its seasons seemed like the ticket to complement that.

How I heard of it: Googling

Jungle: A Harrowing True Story of Survival - Yossi Ghinsberg. 1985. Loved the movie, wanted to relive it in text form.

How I heard of it: special features on the DVD

Lost Masterworks of Young Adult Literature - ed. Connie Zitlow. 2002. There was an essay about Send No Blessings in here. If that's the kind of book this book is about, I wanna hear all about it.

How I heard of it: Library catalog

Animals in Young Adult Fiction - Walter Hogan. 2009. From the same publishing line as the above, which I loved, I figured this was even MORE my specialized reading niche.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Phantoms of the Hudson Valley - Monica Randall. 1996. When I have I ever NOT wanted to read about grand mansions of yesteryear -- especially if some are abandoned ruins?

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Seven Cats and the Art of Living - Jo Coudert. 1996. Picked up cheap at a library sale because cats (and the cute author-illustrated cover painting).

Psychic Pets and Spirit Animals: True Stories From The Files of Fate Magazine. 1996. Random reread of a childhood favorite.

How I heard of it: B. Dalton's (THAT’S how long I’ve had this book, y’all).

Extreme Couponing - Joni Meyer-Crothers with Beth Adelman. 2013. Who doesn't love saving money? But I am not very coupon-savvy and wanted to learn.

How I heard of it: Library

Cabin Lessons: A Tale of 2x4s, Blisters and Love - Spike Carlsen. 2015. Having the money/skill to build my own cabin on MN's north shore is a fun daydream.

How I heard of it: Library

The Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap: A Memoir of Friendship, Community, and the Uncommon Pleasure of a Good Book - Wendy Welch. 2012. Opening a used bookstore is my impractical dream too.

How I heard of it: Library

Belonging: A German Reckons With History and Home - Nora Krug. 2018. Illustrated memoirs are always awesome.

How I heard of it: Library

The Astor Orphan: A Memoir - Alexandra Aldrich. 2013.

Rokeby was one of the estates that fascinated me in Phantoms of the Hudson Valley, and the content of this one took place around the same era that book was written.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

I'll Be There For You: The One About Friends - Kelsey Miller. 2018. Am I going to turn down "a retrospective" about one of my favorite shows?? I am not.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Season Finale: The Unexpected Rise and Fall of the WB & UPN. 2007. Recommended after the above because I love hearing how network TV stations are built in terms of programming decisions.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

Paperback Crush: The Totally Radical History of 80s and 90s Teen Fiction - Gabrielle Moss. 2018. Take how I reacted to Lost Masterworks of Young Adult Literature, and multiply it by "fully illustrated with brightly colored pages." These are the kind of books I’m familiar with and always down to talk/hear about, but hardly anyone else is.

How I heard of it: Goodreads

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anythingstephenking · 3 years

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Scooby Snacks

Based on miscellaneous pop culture cannon, I feel like the “I came of age at my summer job at an amusement park” is an experience I really missed out on. If only I had lived closer to Canobie Lake Park maybe I could have been one of those kids. I’m tucking Joyland into the same category as Adventureland and Class Action Park, although this one has a ghost in addition to young boys losing their virginity.

I loved Joyland. Another volume in the Hard Case Crime imprint (like The Colorado Kid before it and Later, well, later), it doesn’t read like “stereotypical King”, in the best way possible. It reads like a trashy beach mystery whodunit, but with complex, well written characters you fall in love with. And based partially on aforementioned Canobie Lake, a New Hampshire amusement park whose “caterpillar” ride gave me lice in the third grade. True story.

What we have to chew on here is a page-turning-mystery. Our hero (we finally get a good guy after the miserable dickholes of Full Dark, No Stars) is named Devin and he’s just a lil peanut. He’s 21, but not a frat-boy 21, so he’s cool. He rolls down to North Carolina for a summer job at Joyland, running from a failed romance with his college sweetheart, Wendy. She’s not a factor in this book, but worth noting that she will give Devin a lil handy, but not the full monty. In college after dating for over a year! Wendy, girl. You should read Thinner and learn what handies can cause.

Devin settles in at a cute little beachside rooming house - his new landlady makes him a grilled cheese and I’m just sitting here thinking, mmmmm grilled cheese. He’s got new friends working at the park named Tom and Erin (who couple off real quick) and turns out the park is haunted because a woman was murdered there 4 or 5 years ago.

One of my favorite characters is Rozzie, a Brooklyn Jew who plays Romanian as a fortune teller at the park. She’s totally full of shit, but she’s got a few real prophesies for Dev, one that includes a boy and a dog.

Dev meets the boy with a dog while walking on the beach, along with his mega-hot mom, Annie. She’s 32 (cougar alert!) and a pretty rad lady. She escaped her southern religious family, including fire-and-brimstone preacher father, to go off to school and burn her bras. You go Annie. Her son is born with MS, which Annie’s father tells her is because of her lifestyle choices. Boo and fuck right off, Annie’s dad.

Dev and Annie have a very compelling little love story, and she takes his v-card, and we don’t get any awful descriptions of their love making like in 11/22/63, and for that I am thankful.

Eventually we learn who the killer is (who is actually a serial killer), the ghost of the park is released, and Dev ends his story as an old man, looking back on that crazy summer he had in his 20s at a North Carolina amusement park.

Ok seriously, there is a dog, a team of crime solving youngsters, and a big-fake out reveal of the killer. The fact that he didn’t say “and I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you kids!” was a true missed opportunity.

It only took me a night or two to crush this story. I had a lot of fun. Doctor Sleep is next!

9/10

First Line: I had a car, but on most days in the fall of 1973 I walked to Joyland from Mrs. Shoplaw’s Beachside Accommodations in the town of Heaven’s Bay.

Last Line: I wanted to see that, too.

Adaptations:

A TV adaptation has been in the works at Freeform since 2018 but I don’t see any recent updates on production. I’m too old to watch Freeform shows but that doesn’t stop me! Will keep my fingies crossed.

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typingtess · 7 years

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season Eight Rewatch: “Sirens" The basics: Finding two dead deputies, who aren't really deputies (but are definitely dead), on Callen lawn means the mole hunt is back on the front burner. Written by: Erin Broadhurst who wrote or co-wrote “Praesidium”, “Unspoken” and “Come Back”.

Directed by: Jonathan Frakes directed “LD50”, “Disorder”, “Blye, K.” part one, “Free Ride” and “Impact”. Frakes also played Navy Commander Dr. Stanfill, Lance Talbot’s psychiatrist, in “Disorder” in season two. Guest stars of note: Pamela Reed returns from "Ghost Gun" as Roberta Deeks. Laura Harring is back from "Black Market" (and coffee with Granger) as Julia Feldman. Adam Bartley is also back from "Ghost Gun" as Carl Brown, Lindsay LaVanchy as Natalie Grant / Amber Wilcox, Kurt Yaeger has his third straight episode as Sullivan, Chase Kim as Deputy Bennett, Nate Hartley as Vinny the guard, Dustin Fasching as Bartender, Shon Lange as LA County Sheriff / Dexter Frazier, Gretchen Palmer as Heather/Rae is back from the season opener. Our heroes: Are back mole hunting as Kensi takes a few steps forward and a step back in her recovery. What important things did we learn about: Callen: Likes his home more than he admits. Sam: Going to find the head of the mole snake and chop it off. Kensi: Can't shoot left-handed with her usual accuracy. Deeks: Not best suited to sit and wait in Ops. Eric: Doesn't need Deeks to understand, he has Nell. Nell: Interrogating Carl Brown for the last time because she has a plan. Granger: Drinking alone tonight. Hetty: Making Kensi shoot with her left hand because while Kensi's job is waiting for her when she's fully recovered, Kensi hasn't fully recovered. What not so important things did we learn about: Callen: Has a nice neighbor who likes him. Sam: Been handing out Deeks's new business cards – ones he didn't know he had – to everyone over the last few weeks. Kensi: Sends Julia and Roberta home. Deeks: Not going home early in the day because of Julia and Roberta. Eric: Egon. Nell: Teenage dog walker, sans baggies. Granger: Humphrey Bogart in "Casablanca". Hetty: Happy Nell has a plan. Who's down with OTP: Not a lot of OTPing except Deeks being very sure he wanted to go home to Kensi at the end of the day when it was obvious their homes may not be safe. Oh Deeks, your home was a lot less safe a few hours ago. Eric doesn't need anyone to understand him – he has Nell. Who's down with BrOTP: The BrOTPing for a lot of the episode was Sam and Deeks about Callen's time with Joelle. Any Hanna family mentions: No but one of Nell's concerns is that the mole knows where they all live. That would make Michelle an easy target down the road. Khaled bought information about Aiden, he could certainly find the Hanna home.

Fashion review: The French blue button down shirt for Callen. Black henley for Sam. Kensi starts the day in a black hoodie and well-worn jean shorts. Walking with Sullivan, she's in black yoga pants, a blue v-neck tee with a white undershirt and grey zip-up hoodie. Deeks is in a dark blue long sleeve tee-shirt. Eric is in an off-white short-sleeve button down shirt with brown stripes over an olive tee. Nell is wearing her black v-neck top, black pants with a black field coat (big improvement over that blue monstrosity). Granger is wearing a white dress shirt over a dark blue suit. Medium blue suit for Hetty. Music: Eric sings "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" in Ops. "The World's Smiling Now" by Jim James is playing in the bar at the end. Any notable cut scene: One. Vinny, the empty office building security guard tells Callen, Sam and Deeks that the door to an office where they import exotic animals is locked – he can't let them in. Callen and Sam nod while Deeks explains it is probably a good idea to let them him. The place sells exotic animals – snakes in the vents could be a problem for security. Vinny opens the door. Quote: Nell: "Um I'd really like another chance to question Carl Brown." Hetty: "Do you think he's going to treat you differently today?" Nell: "Probably not. But I'm not ready to give up. Hetty, even with him in prison, the internal threats keep coming. They know where we live. They know who our families are. We really don't have another choice. And I have a plan."

Anything else Late at night, a woman is running from an LA County Sheriff's officer through a residential alleyway. Climbing over a fence, she starts running through a nice neighborhood. As she races down the street, a Sheriff's vehicle – lights on no sirens – is coming her way. She on a lawn but is boxed in by the cruiser and the deputy on foot. When she's ordered to turn around slowly, she does – shooting both deputies before driving off in the cruiser. The shots woke the owner of the house – Callen.

The following morning, crime scene techs, LAPD and the coroner's office are all over Callen's front lawn. Helicopters are flying overhead. Callen is talking to the officer in charge when a surprised Sam arrives. He does not think this is a coincidence – "after everything our team has been through?" Callen is sorry the Sheriff's Department is paying the price. Sam asks about Callen's father – his words. Garrison – Callen's words (or word) – is in Santa Barbara, Hetty sent him there.

Deputy Bennett from the Sheriff's Department introduces himself to Callen and Sam. Sam offers condolences – NCIS knows what it is like to lose a team member. Bennett appreciates the concern but the two dead guy aren't with the Sheriff's Department. Callen and Sam give each other a look. Sam explains that NCIS has reason to look into the case and the Sheriff's Department is happy to turn it over. They want to know, however, who the two dead guys are.

Sam thinks the not-Sheriff's Deputies weren't there to help Callen. They could have been there to kill him. Eric pulls up Callen's security cameras. He has video of the woman shooting the two fake deputies. Sam asks if it is Hetty (a logical question). It is not. Nell has a location on the stole cruiser – a dog walker called it in. Callen and Sam are on their way.

Nell tells Eric she was once a teenage dog walker. Eric thought she was probably young, eager and cute. Nell thought she was too over-eager. She forgot the baggies to clean up after the dogs on her maiden voyage.

Leaving Ops, Nell joins Hetty in Hetty's office. She's dress to leave the office. Nell updates Hetty. Hetty sense Nell wants something. She does – Nell wants another chance to question Carl Brown. Hetty asks if Nell thinks Brown will be any more helpful today. Nell doesn’t think so but she isn't going to give up. The mole's people know where the team lives, who their families are – she has to try again. Besides, she has a plan.

Callen and Sam arrive where the cruiser was dumped. There are firetrucks on scene. Sam asks Callen if the woman on the lawn could be a guardian angel sent by Garrison. Callen doesn't think so. If Garrison was involved, there wouldn't be bodies to find. Sam keeps pushing the idea of wanting be part of Callen's family while Callen points out that Garrison has a whole second family. It comes up that Alex is still in the dark about her new family. Callen says he is keeping her out of the loop right now because of the danger around the team. Sam seems some similarities between Callen and his father. Callen is not happy with that comparison. Sam looks around. The vehicle was completely burned in the one part of an open-air parking lot that had no security cameras. Callen knows they're dealing with pros.

Returning to the office, Deeks is teasing Callen that a woman killed two men on his lawn before torching a car. It could only be one person – Joelle (oh Deeks, if you only knew). "She's taking keying your car to a whole other level." Sam mentions the dining room set which Callen says was a gift. While Sam and Deeks are laughing, Callen isn't sure why Sam is playing along with Deeks.

Eric arrives with photos from the dead man's cell phones – two different pictures of the same blonde woman. Everyone thinks she's the shooter but nobody recognizes her outside of that. Eric shows video of the woman going to Callen's door before the faux deputies arrive. If she wanted to warn Callen about something maybe she had his home address but not his phone number. Callen gets a text - his neighbor may have seen something. Callen and Sam go to check that out. Eric stays with Deeks, offering to cover for him if Deeks needs to tend to Kensi. Deeks wants no part of being home today – his mother and Kensi's mom are on Kensi duty and that's way too much mothering.

Walking with ease into her dining area with wet hair, Kensi is just back from a run. Roberta made her breakfast to help keep her strength up. Kensi was looking to work on her computer but Roberta pushes that aside and starts cutting Kensi's food. Kensi tells Roberta she really doesn't need that. Julia arrives with a brush (at the table where's she eating – ick). Working on Kensi's hair, Julia tells Kensi she laid out a few outfits and once Kensi is done with breakfast, she can pick out her clothes for the day. Robert is leaning over Kensi's left side, Julia is hovering over Kensi's left shoulder.

Kensi wants everyone to stop for a second. The Moms just want to help – "that's the only reason we're here, honey," Roberta says. Kensi appreciates it but they're driving her nuts. Julia thinks maybe if they deal with Kensi one at a time but that's not what Kensi wants either. She is supposed to be doing things for herself – cutting her own food, dressing herself. Roberta and Julia tell Kensi she is doing all these things on her own and doing them so well. Kensi knows exactly how she's doing – she's not 10. Roberta thinks Kensi is frustrated, Julia worries about depression and they're having this conversation right over a sitting Kensi. Roberta wants to call "Martin" and Julia agrees. Kensi finds something for the women to do – leave. She gives them the day off. Julia and Roberta bond over being good mothers, having feisty kids and alcohol.

Kensi gets back to her breakfast in time for someone knocking on the door. Answering annoyed, she expects to see Julia, Roberta or both. Instead, it is Sullivan from rehab. He brought a six pack since she didn't seem like the flowers type. Kensi invites him in.

At the jail, Carl Brown is not answering any of Nell's questions. He wants "out" if he's going to help. Nell knows Sam has interrogated people for a long time and she hasn't so she's going to tell Brown a story. The summer between high school and college, Nell had an on the surface bad-boy boyfriend (tattoos, piercings, wild car) but he was a sweetheart, especially to her. He hung with a rougher crowd and Nell wanted him to get away from them.

Brown mocks Nell for getting her heartbroken – happens to everyone. No, Nell explains. Boyfriend broke into an electronics store and stole a pallet of DVD players. The summer ended with Nell in college and boyfriend in county. Brown sneers about crime not paying. Nell continues – she wrote boyfriend every day for weeks. He stopped writing back. Nell says she was young, she thought she could save him. Never saw him again.

Brown thinks the M. Night Shyamalan moment is that he and boyfriend are locked up at the same jail. No, he's not in Brown's jail. Like Brown, boyfriend thought he was smart and tough and got his skull crushed by a group of inmates. Brown doesn’t think boyfriend was tough at all. Nell disagrees – he was a lot tougher than Brown. While he is solitary, Nell reminds Brown that there is a price on his head. Brown likes being wanted. Nell is waiting for an inmate and a crooked guard to split the bounty on Brown's life. Brown tells Nell he has nothing for her and unless she wants to make these conjugal visits. Nell gives him the Hetty stare.

In Ops, a musical Eric is humming and Deeks points that out. After they harmonize, they disagree about who is Simon and who is Garfunkel. When an alarm goes off, Eric stands up and shakes his hands and his feet so they don't fall asleep. "I don't understand this," Deeks says to Eric. Eric tells him he doesn't have to – "that's why I have Nell." Eric earns a "touché."

Nell tells Brown that today is her last visit. She didn't really need him to talk. Every time she visits, prisoners know Carl Brown is meeting with a fed. Inmates wonder what he is telling her? why does she come back for more? Who is he ratting out? "Oh, that Carl, he's a real chatty Cathy. Why else would they keep coming back to see him?"? Nervous inmates are not good for Brown's future, especially when NCIS starts rattling cages. "Snitches get stiches" – everyone will want him dead, $50K or not. And whoever comes to talk to Brown will do it in the infirmary – if Brown didn't have his tongue cut out. "They do that too."

Brown admits he's concerned that Natalie Grant hasn't written or visited because she's dead. Maybe because he was locked up, someone felt they could kill her without him around protecting her. Nell is skeptical anyone else but Natalie put the hit on Brown – why should she believe him? Brown says he gave her Natalie's name. No, Nell tells him, he gave Sam Natalie's name and she's not Sam. Brown tells Nell that he met Natalie in a dive bar on the Promenade and the next day went to the Santa Monica Pier.

Armed with Nell's intel, Eric is able to look through social media to find Brown and Natalie at the Promenade or at a Taco Truck Brown told Nell about located on the Pier. Deeks is watching and is impressed. Eric knows the day Brown was arrested on November 24th two years ago. Deeks is surprised Eric remembers until the holding hostage by gunpoint and syringe-point is mentioned.

Going with Granger's poisoning and Hetty's leaked home details as milestones in the case, Eric thinks this started in June of 2014. Sitting at the computer with Eric, Deeks adjusts the chair – Nell's chair – earning Eric's ire. Deeks promises to return it "Nell-level" when they're done. Finding a taco truck that was outside Sunset Ocean Bar and they have a winner. Now they're waiting for the computer to look at all the photos taken at the bar, the taco truck and the Pier in that time frame – "welcome to Ops," Eric says to Deeks. Sitting, waiting for computers to do thing isn't Deeks's bag. Deeks asks Siri to tell him where Natalie is. Or Alexa? Cortana? HAL? Bueller? Eric tells Deeks there is no AI in Ops.

Eric's computer beeps – the two dead not-deputies have been ID'd as Perry Verona and Dexter Frazier, owners of VexSun Solar in Culver City. Deeks is going to find them since sitting in Ops doesn’t do much for him. After being reminded by Eric to fix Nell's chair, Deeks is off telling Eric he's good people with a heart gesture. Eric returns the same and is just as glad Deeks is out of Ops as Deeks is to be out of there.

Callen comes out of his neighbor's house with treats. Mrs. Ramirez wants Sam to have someone. Sam laughs – Mrs. Ramirez saw nothing. With thick glasses, she probably hasn't seen anything since Reagan was president. Callen jokes Mr. Ramirez still thinks Reagan is in office. Callen knows he has to move and Sam thinks Callen is sad. Callen likes Mrs. Ramirez but the house is four walls and a roof but seems a bit wistful. Sam says the dining room set made it home. Callen promises to sell it on Craig's List.

Meeting Deeks at the Culver City offices of the dead non-deputy's solar company. Sam tells Deeks about Callen's sweet neighbor who is sweet on Callen. Deeks jokes about Mrs. Robinson but Callen is sympathetic to the frightened woman next door. More jokes about Joelle has Callen very happy that Kensi is coming back soon.

The office directory Is out of date – fax machine repair place, a Nader for President office. A security guard, Vinny, admits the list needs updating but he's happy to take them to the VexSun offices. There is no security camera footage according to Vinny because there are no security cameras. He asks what law enforcement agency are Callen and company are from. When Sam tells Vinny NCIS, Sam asks about access cards to get into the building but the building doesn't have that as well. Vinny is thinking about becoming a federal agent – he loves true crime shows and knows he'd be good undercover. He's practically a chameleon. Vinny isn't wedded to the idea of FBI – LAPD or NCIS would be great. Callen sells out Deeks as LAPD undercover. When Vinny lets them in the office, the place has been cleared out.

Callen, Sam and Deeks return to the office. Deeks's phone is ringing. He's been getting a lot of prank calls. Vinny is calling – he wants to talk about his future. Deeks asks if Callen or Sam gave Vinny his business card. Yes, they gave it to Vinny and lots of other people. Hetty got Deeks a new box of cards and from a "community safety point of view" Callen and Sam felt the need to share them. "The entire homeless population in Venice has a direct line to LAPD."

Eric arrives – the dead non-deputies were former military but did not serve together. After leaving the service, they drove trucks for private contractors, Ashamti Trucking, in Iraq. The owner died eight years ago and the family fought over the business. While finding out all this is great, Deeks thinks they were where they were hours ago – two dead men, a missing shooter. Eric walks up the stairs to Ops. Hetty is at the top saying "the wolves are at the door, I can feel it." She tells Eric it isn't safe to trust anyone anymore.

Fade to Sullivan who is walking with Kensi through her neighborhood. Kensi is walking well – steady. Sullivan is there to thank her for making his hospital stay a bit more bearable. Kensi says he did the same, even if he was an ass about it. She admits she was in a bad place when they met and he helped pull her out. Sullivan is there to say goodbye – the Medical Board has restored him to full duty. Kensi is happy for him. Sullivan is thrilled to be going back to his "my guys" even if the one-legged jokes will never end. Snickering, Kensi sees a big blue truck with a Marine bumper sticker. It is Sullivan's and he tells her "the bigger the truck…" "The dumber the driver," Kensi finishes. Sullivan offers her a ride in his truck.

Eric is singing "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" from "The Pirates of Penzance" as he wheels from computer to computer alone in Ops. This is a nice use of Barrett Foa's theater background. Eric is whirling around until his computer beeps again.

Back in the jail, Nell wants to know if Natalie ever introduced Brown to her friends. Complaining his back hurts, Brown wants to go back to his cell. Nell suggests changes in his posture as her cell phone buzzes. Nell pulls it out but Brown points to the wall – "No Cell Phones. No Smoking." Nell doesn't care. She is surprised by a photo. Showing it to Brown, she asks if that is Natalie Grant? The photo has Brown is the back of a cab with the shooter from Callen's lawn.

Eric runs downstairs. He knows who the woman on Callen's lawn is – Natalie Grant. Carl Brown confirmed it. Facial rec has her living for the last 12-years as Amber Wilcox, a massage therapist from Houston, TX. It is a good cover – cash business, can live anywhere, come and go as they please. But Wilcox's ID only goes back 12-years.

Callen thinks Grant/Wilcox wasn't there to kill him, she was there to warn him. She's Carl Brown's handler. He goes to jail, someone tries to kill Brown but NCIS gets to him moved to solitary. With Nell's visiting all the time, the people behind the mole plot think he's talking. And if he's talking, Grant/Wilcox is expendable. She can't go to the police, she can only go to the people involved in the case. Eric wonders why she doesn’t just show up at the OSP offices. She knows where Carl Brown worked – she knows they all worked with him. Too risky, according to Callen. She knows where OSP is, the people who she works for/with and who are now trying to kill her know where OSP is. They're likely watching the place to see if she shows. And she knows that.

She can't go to whatever home she had, her employers who are now trying to kill her know all her safe-houses and hiding spots. Deeks asks about family, friends, boyfriends – "Carl Brown was her boyfriend." Brown was living in a home he inherited from an aunt three year ago. The Feds seized it when he was arrested. Natalie would have a key but honestly, she would know how to break in. Callen, Sam and Deeks are on their way. Hetty joins the men – this is her career on the line, she's going with them. Deeks is going to get the Audi but Hetty wants to take her car. "Miss Daisy isn't supposed to drive," Deeks tells Hetty. That doesn't work.

What does work, the accelerator on Hetty's Jaguar. Deeks is screaming "Fraggle Rock" when they arrive at Carl Brown's seized home. She's excited they beat Callen and Sam there. Even cheered with a little "yay!" Deeks isn't nearly as happy. He's spent the last eight episodes being terrorized by tiny women driving fast. Deeks asks if Hetty taught Nell how to drive. She offered Nell a few defensive driving tips before offering a suggestion that Deeks needs a haircut. He promises next time they're in the car he'll wear a "helmet…possibly a parachute. Definitely a diaper." Callen and Sam arrive, asking if Hetty took a shortcut. She did, Deeks tells them – the sidewalk.

With their guns drawn, Callen, Sam and Deeks approach the house. Callen and Sam are taking the front, Deeks with an unarmed – well, she didn’t have a gun out, I'm sure she has one – Hetty take the back of the house. Sam drops a radio controlled motorized camera into the mail slot. It travels around the house until it is seen by Grant/Wilcox, who stomps on it. Callen and Sam break in through the front, Deeks through the back. Deeks thinks Hetty is with him, she's not.

Grant/Wilcox is looking for a way out of the house when she sees Hetty. "It's over dear," Hetty tells Grant/Wilcox as she makes a run at Hetty. Hetty asks her to stop and Sam insists by clothesline the woman.

Grant/Wilcox wants a lawyer, protection and witness relocation. Callen thinks that's a long list. She tells him she has a lot to share. Callen isn't interested in all she has to share, just who she's working for which Grant/Wilcox will happily supply once her needs are met. Deeks finds nothing in the house. Hetty's done. Grant/Wilcox is far more valuable to NCIS as bait than she is demanding things. Grant/Wilcox is willing to talk just for protection. Callen and Sam are taking her to the boat shed, Hetty and Deeks will meet them there. Deeks really wants to go with Callen and Sam. "Just get in the damn car, Martin," Hetty orders.

Nell tells Brown Natalie is in custody – captured in his house. Brown asks if Nell's story about boyfriend is true. "What do you think?" she asks. As Brown sits up straight has a little smile on his face when Nell leaves.

As they drive to the boat shed, Grant/Wilcox won't talk without her lawyer present. Callen notices a car following them. A van pins them in on one side, a smallish sedan on the other. Sam pulls Natalie out of the back of his car with Callen putting down cover. They all hide behind a parked vehicle while the bad guys keep shooting. Grant/Wlicox tries to run to an alleyway but takes a bullet in the side. Seeing she's wounded, the shooters take off. Callen and Sam fire at the vehicles, blowing out the sedan's window but they get away.

Callen and Sam try to find Grant/Wilcox. They follow a blood trail. They find Grant/Wilcox near some trash pails in the middle of the alleyway. She's in rough shape. Blood everywhere, she's having difficulty breathing. Callen calls for an ambulance while Sam encourages Grant/Wilcox to breathe slowly. She tells Callen that when her name was leaked, someone put a hit on her. She was going to Callen to ask for help when the faux-deputies showed up. Sam asks her to make things right – tell them who did this. They all share the same boss – Rae. "Lemon Grove Park, mostly at night." Grant/Wilcox dies. Callen tells Eric to look at security footage from Lemon Grove Park and any park nearby for Grant/Wilcox and Rae. An ambulance can be heard in the background.

Eric has a photo of Rae – she is the woman who tried to pick up Granger in the bar in the season premiere. Granger appears and confirms it. Eric is off to find other photos of the woman since the one he has is just a right profile. Hetty wants to send them all home but she can't guarantee that's safe. Callen says they'll handle it. Deeks is done for the day – he wants to check on Kensi. Sam tells him to keep his ears and eyes opened. "Thanks brother." Hetty leaves Granger with Callen and Sam. They're going to start looking for Heather/Rae that night.

Deeks gets home. There are some empty beers on the dining room table and counter. Kensi's laptop on the table, a yellow Post-It note on the counter. "Dinner is in the fridge. I made it myself." There is a quiche in the fridge but Kensi is not home.

In the firing range, Kensi is crushing it shooting right-handed. Hetty sees Kensi and asks if she's doing some after-hours training. Kensi tells Hetty she didn't want to take range time away from the others but Hetty thinks Kensi didn’t want anyone to see her practicing. Kensi wants to take the NCIS Agent Physical Fitness Test. Hetty tells Kensi she doesn't have anything to prove. Kensi thinks she does if she's going to come back. "You're going to let me come back," Kensi half asks/half tells Hetty. Hetty doesn't think Kensi is ready but Kensi thinks she is. She's been jogging, working out, shooting. Hetty wants to see Kensi shoot with her left (injured) hand. Kensi protests that she's right-handed. Hetty is too but she shoots with her left hand sometimes. Kensi makes jokes about doing a smiley face or her initials in the target. Hetty just wants Kensi to shoot.

Kensi can't even lift the clip on the first try to put it in the weapon. When she finally gets it in, she tries to shoot right-handed. Hetty stops her. Kensi claims "forces of habit" and moves the gun to her left hand. She misses the target completely the first time. Wings the target's shoulder the second time. "Guess I need a little more practice," a defeated Kensi tells Hetty. "Just take your time," is Hetty's suggestion.

At the bar from the season premiere, Granger starts with a gin but moves to a club soda with a slice of lime. The bartender tells Granger that it doesn’t look like "she" is coming in. Granger says he should have gotten her number as he takes his drink (which is a club soda with a lemon – geez, Mr. Bartender, that's an easy order to get right).

Granger reminds the bartender of Humphrey Bogart in "Casablanca" – badass who is kind of sad. Callen on comms agrees. Granger decides to add some gin. Callen and Sam are staking out the bar from Sam's car. "They're going to find the head of this snake and chop it off," Sam tells Callen.

What head canon can be formed from here: Just how much danger the team was in. Just how close they were to be right – the Joelle jokes really are great foreshadowing. Add in the fade from Hetty not knowing who to trust to Sullivan. This is a well-crafted hour when you know what's coming next.

Episode number: 10 – double digits – for season eight.

#NCIS: Los Angeles Rewatch #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la

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thatmasquedgirl · 7 years

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rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

tagged by: @imusuallyobsessed like two weeks ago. Sorry!

a - age: 25

b - birthplace: somewhere in Missouri you’ve probably never heard of

c - current time: 7:24 PM

d - drink you last had: Diet Dr. Pepper

e - easiest person to talk to: my mom. Hands down.

f - favorite song: I love too much music to pick a favorite, but I’ve been listening to the Three Days Grace cover of “The Chain” a lot lately

g - grossest memory: As a vet med girl, I could traumatize all of you with gross memories. Anal glands, various cases of parvo, lancing abscesses, multiple hit-by-car patients, etc. But the one that sticks out in my mind is the dog that bit into an electrical cord and burned its mouth out. His tongue was literally decaying and just thinking about it brings the smell back. If you really want to be disgusted you can also ask me about the bull with the wound in its prepuce, but I love you too much to throw that out without warning.

h - horror yes or horror no: hell no

i - in love?: with my cat and my career program

j - jealous of people?: I can’t think of even one time, to be honest.

l - love at first sight or should I walk by again?: I love romance in media, but I feel like love at first sight is perhaps a tad naive and destined for failure. Love is a choice, and all that.

m - middle name: Erin

n - number of siblings: zilch. I’m sibling free.

o - one wish: to be a vet tech. Working on it.

p - person you called last: my mom

q - question you are always asked: “How’re you doin’?” I live in the South, y’all. It’s a magical place where people randomly talk to strangers like old friends. I literally had a conversation with a lady I’ve never met before about sticky buns today.

r - reason to smile: I don’t like to admit it, but I’m an optimist. My world could come crashing down right now and I would probably find a reason to smile.

s - song you last sang: Either “Edge of Seventeen” or Battle Beast’s “Lost in Wars.” They’re on the same playlist and I always sing along to both of them.

t - time you woke up: 7:30 AM, after going to bed after midnight. My sleep schedule is a wreck.

u - underwear colour: purple

v - vacation destination: Probably Branson. I’m a simple girl with simple needs, like hokey vacations in the mountains.

w - worst habit: I live inside my head. While that’s a great quality for a writer, it makes relationships difficult when I have a tendency to bottle things up.

x - x-rays: Weird question, but I have a weird answer: At this point I’ve taken more radiographs than have been taken of me. I started out with a portable machine and dorsopalmar views on horses, but my career has been a lot more rads on dogs and cats. I also have a decent eye for interpretation

y - your favorite food: I don’t know. I think I’m gonna have to get a sample of everything to be sure. ;)

z - zodiac sign: Aries

tagging: @itwasaromanticoverture @thebookjumper @emeraldoliverqueen @dammithardson @babblekween @melsanfo @bushlaboo @miriam1779 @writewithurheart @elphabun

#about me #meme

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jandjsalmon · 7 years

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Alphabet Taggy Game

I’m trying to catch up on all the things I missed this weekend. One of those things were posts I was tagged in - so here we are. Thank you, @fulloflittlewhitelies and @southsideserpentine for tagging me!!

A-age: 36 (until August) B-birthplace: Pincher Creek, Alberta, Canada C-current time: 9:10am D-drink you had last: Water after I brushed my teeth this morning E-easiest person to talk to: Jay (my hot Mountie) F-favourite song: ever? Bizarre Love Triangle by Stabbing Westward currently? Despacito (Justin Bieber's remix) G-grossest memory: catching one of my newborn infant’s bright yellow mustard poop IN MY HAND so it wouldn’t stain the quilt my grandmother made for him while I was changing him at a friend’s house. That yellow stuff stains the WORST and I had nothing else to catch it in - the little bugger decided to keep pooping even though I was in the middle of changing him. Ew. H-horror yes or no?: Slasher horror - yes. Demonic horror - no. I-in love?: Yes J-jealous of people: Nope. My coveting others went out with puberty. K-killed someone?: Day's not over yet. L-love at first sight or should I walk past again?: *snort* I'm easily swayed by a pretty face - but I am old enough to know that lust is not love. Love takes time to build. M-middle name: Erin N-number of siblings: One brother and three sisters. O-one wish: To be paid for reading fanfiction? Is this a job? I honestly feel like I'd be really good at it. Win employee of the month every month. P-person I last called: My house from the store asking my son if we had hot dog buns. Q-question you’re always asked: "How old are you?" (followed up with - you can’t have a son that old! You must have been married when you were a baby!) R-reason to smile: I'm married to my very best friend. S-song you last sang: Carry You Home by James Blunt on my drive in to work (which would be an amazing inspiration for a Bughead fic btw - though truthfully I could probably say that about EVERY song lol) U-underwear colour: white (though I'm wearing a black bra today) V-vacation: I'd like to see Auschwitz before I die. W-worst habit: Biting my nails Y-your favourite food: Potatoes (baked, mashed, fried, soup - any which way) Z-zodiac: Leo (but I'm on the cusp with Virgo and have therefore inherited some of those traits too)

I’m tagging: @raptorlily, @juggydunes, @itstenafterfour, and @gellbellshead

#tag game

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magnuslxghtbane · 8 years

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A-Z OF ME

tagged by @magnusbaneofmylife thank you dear!

A - age: 25 B - biggest fear: heights, death, spiders, elevators, being enclosed C - current time: 1:08pm D - drink you last had: water E - easiest person to talk to: my friend F - favourite song: anything off the Hamilton soundtrack G - grossest memory: i stepped on dog poop once H - horror yes or horror no: yes J - jealous of people: yeah.. K - killed someone: … no L - love at first sight or should I walk by again: walk by multiple times. M - middle name: erin N - number of siblings: 3.. O - one wish: to be loved P - person you last called: mom Q - question you’re always asked: Is it always this hot here(Maui)? R - reason to smile:Malec, my friends S - song you last sang: you will be found- dear evan hansen soundtrack T - time you woke up: 6 am U - underwear colour: black V - vacation destination: new york W - worst habit: a lot. we could be here all day. X - x-rays had: 2 Y - your favourite food: pizza Z - zodiac sign: sagittarius

tagging: @deanthecat @alexander-not-your-bitch-bane @alecsaldertree @sammy8675309 @ladymatt @bowdownbeotches and whoever would like to do this.

feel free to ignore dears!

#tagged #thank you

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paralian-s · 8 years

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Would it be possible for you to share your entire book collection with us? If you read, of course :)

sure, my collection is a longstanding process though. some of these books i have read with 15 years, some i have read in the most recent time, so it’s going to be a long one.

still missing - by chevy stevensalways watching - by chevy stevensthe darker side - by cody mcfadyen1948 - by george orwellfallen - by lauren kateshining - by stephen kingdolores - by stephen kingthe dark tower (series) - by stephen kingthe eyes of the dragon - by stephen kingthe hollow city - by dan wellsthe catcher in the rye - j. d. salingersay you’re sorry - michael robothamthe curious incident of the dog in the night-time - by mark haddonboot camp - by morton rhuethe historian - by elizabeth kostovadesert flower - by waris dirielike the flowing river - by paulo coelhoby the river piedra i set down and wept - by paulo coelhothe alchemist - by paulo coelhothe pilgrimage - by paulo coelhothe zahir - by paulo coelhonotes of a dirty old man - by charles bukowskimaster narrative - by franz kafka (basically a collection of a billion stories)colorless tsukuru tazaki and his years of pilgrimage - by haruki murakami1Q84 - by haruki murakamilook who’s back - by timur vermesthe host - by stephenie meyerthink of a number - by john verdonthe faerie path - by allan jonesthrough the looking-glass, and what alice found there - lewis carrollthe metamorphosis - by franz kafkafaust I - by goethebabylon revisited - by f. scott fitzgerald

+ i have a huge load of books such as “islam between east and west” by alija izetbegovic & “the drama of the gifted child” by alice miller etc. etc. etc. but for the sake of my back, i just listed those that have more of an entertainment factor. and here comes my list of books i have on my e-reader:

keystone - by dannika darkcruel beauty - by rosamund hodgethe law of moses - by amy harmonmoonshadow - by thea harrisonrelentless - by karen lynchguild hunter (series) - by nalini singhclockwork angel - by cassandra clarewicked lovely - by melissa marrgraceling realm (series) - by kristin cashorethe selection - by kiera cassvicious - by l. j. shensparrow - by l.j. shenthe fallen world (series) - by laura thalassathe unearthly - by laura thalassarhapsodic - by laura thalassabreath of fire - by amanda bouchetdaugther of the forest - by juliet marillierthe wretched of muirwood - by jeff wheelerslave to sensation - by nalini singhthe scribe - by elizabeth hunterthe flame and the arrow - by emigh cannadaya clearing in the forest - by kim love stumpdragon rose - by christine popethe mark of the tala - jeffe kennedyone hundred years of solitude - by gabriel garcia marquezthorn - by intisar khananisong of susannah - by stephen kinguprooted - by naomi novikand the mountains echoed - by khaled hosseinithe bell jar - by sylvia plaththe bird and the sword - by amy harmona court of mist and fury - by sarah j. maas a court of thorns and roses - by sarah j. maas (love, love, love the entire series)the snowfang bride - by merry ravenelldreamer’s pool: a blackthorn & grim novel - by juliet marillieravenger’s angel - by heather killough-waldenrestraint - by randi cooley wilsonministry of curiosities (series) - by c. j. archervampire girl (series) - by karpov kinradethe royals (series) - by erin wattangelfall - by susan eeshadow and bone - by leigh bardugohalf-blood - by jennifer l. armentroutburn - by suzanne wrighta promise of fire - by amanda bouchetthe hidden princess - by cara coepoison study - by maria v. snydertouch of power - by maria v. snyderwrath & dawn - by renee ahdiehthrone of glass - by sarah j. maaskiss of deception - by mary e. pearsonthe heart of betrayal - by mary e. pearsonthe witcher (series) - by andrzej sapkowskiwhite hart (series) - by sarah daltonunder different stars - by amy a. bartolthe watchmaker’s daughter - by c. j. archerthe shattered court - by m. j. scottthe queen of the tearling - by erika johansenhighland magic (series) - by helen harperbride to the sun - by lia pattersonthe raven cycle (series) - maggie stiefvaterred queen - by victoria aveyardglass sword - by victoria aveyarduntil friday night - by abbi glinesbrave new world - by aldous huxleyfight club - by chuck palahniukthe picture of dorian grey - oscar wildenow, the next ones are all by stephen king:in the tall grassthe dark halfduma keyblazea face in the crowda good marriagebag of bonesbig driverblack houseblockade billycarriecellcujodesperationdifferent seasonsdoctor sleepdreamcatchereverything’s eventualfinders keepersfirestarterfour past midnightfull dark, no starsgerald’s gamehearts in atlantisinsomniaitjoylandthe colorado kidthe dead zonejust after sunsetlisey’s storymile 81miserymr. mercedesneedful thingsnight shiftnightmares & dreamseapespet semataryrevivalriding the bulletroadworkrose maddersalem’s lotskeleton crewthe drawing of the threethe girl who loved tom gordonthe green milethe long walkthe mistthe running manthe standthe talismanthinnerthrottleunder the domethe wind through the keyholewizard and glass

wow okay, this was a lot more work than i thought it would be. anyway, i think my fav genres to read are clear as day.

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ulyssesredux · 7 years

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Oxen of the Sun

Singular, communed the guest with himself, the radiant. In woman's womb word is made flesh but in no case subsubstantiality. He was laying his hand upon a speedy delivery he was a sort of scholars along either side the table, took a complacent draught of his promise and of angels about a lady from wetting. Guinea to a cooperation one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it was the most popular beliefs on the stools, poor body, from woman's woe and here he fetched a deep sigh to know the drift of it for, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. By mighty! You hurt? Remember, Erin, thy lord, Amen. Greater love than this, he gave them then a much admirable hymen minim by those in ken say after wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the tube Understanding which he is. And they said farther she should live because in the mackintosh? To remedy which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his curious rite of wedlock for the very truest knight of the moon, red, raw, bleeding! Whatever in that expectation or at the least colour.

Mais bien sûr, noble every student there. Any object, intensely regarded, may be creeping silently upon us. Sir Leopold heard on the proceedings, after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol, it seems, had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the bargain, says he. Mona, my true love. Sir? Ware hawks for the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of pressure on the couch, but, harkee, young sir, a body! Elk and yak, the fratricidal case known as the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that voluptuous loveliness which the genius of the land of Phenomenon where he must nor would he not accept to die for so saith he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy church for all accounted him of a gracious prince has admitted to civic rights, constituted himself the lord Harry tells you and take a penny the worse. Where's that bleeding awfur? Parson Steve, apostates' creed! All fell to praising of it the figure of then is seen, precociously manly, walking on a low tone to young Mr Dixon, and young Stephen was a fair hand in the passes below. Accordingly he broke his mind and there annex liquor stores. But on young Malachi they waited for that he was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for to go as he calls her. Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the human breast. That good pizzle my father left me. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. For answer Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence, upon his design, told his hearers that he was elder he spoke French like a crookback toothed and feet first into the bargain, says he, of bigness wrought by magic they make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much more.

Wow, my friend, overjoyed as he heard, the lionmaned, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all my life, as it seemed, by intercepting them with horror. Rawthere! Ware hawks for the most licentious but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. Tare and ages, what Leopold was for the wars. But the word. How serene does she now arise, a pox on it? Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. I cannot but extol the virile potency of the very evil that had mien of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was named Killchild. Surprise, horror, loathing were depicted on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with a gold manger in each full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the bravest cattlebreeder of them all embraided and they could conceive no thought of that like a raw colt and was shut up his drunken drool out of the tree forbid it yet not so intimately acquainted with the reverberation of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the intervening months in a pinch of time. See, thy generations and thy mother that had but gotten into him a slow recession of that country but they durst not move more for enchantment. They moan, passing upon the board and Costello that is to be saved I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only manchild which on his hind uarters to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of fecund wheatkidneys out of his avis and repreved the learningknight though she trowed well that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the other spoke, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the side of a rebel, thou hast quenched for ever.

She is a hoary pandemonium of ills is at hand when he shall come to the house of Horne. Who wander through the murk.

Lastly at the end was that woman's birth. The sweet creature turned all colours in her imagination about the place as they do, all bravely legging it, asking with a tranquil heart to bed, to bed was the signal of fire which would have withdrawn from the extinction of some unaccountable muskin when they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the advance of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the wisdom of the womb consequent upon the rood of time these seven months. With these words printed on them, made his heart weep. Just you try it on the strange plateau betwixt strange peaks. As her eyes were sad anemones.

For answer Mr Mulligan however made court to the spot where now I burn. The clumsy things are dear at a salient point, having been some years before actuary for Mr Joseph Cuffe, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the future determination of sex. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. I had not slept in many a commission to the mercy as well as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was jealous that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. Mort aux vaches, says he.

Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. No, no, Vincent? Right. I had been in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. Through yerd our lord, his friend, says he, with respect to the scarlet label. Pap! Hereupon Punch Costello all long of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was second to nothing in importance. He was walking by the book Law. Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart to bed was the young blood in the event of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was second to nothing in importance. Tention. How serene does she now arise, a ruby and triangled sign upon the utterance of the way but we all die in different ways. In vain the voice of the bulls' language and they could conceive no thought of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello dinged with his volumes. Here the listener who was enceinte which she had him properly gelded by a college of doctors who were in doubt that the men of Lomar, save in my ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan, now an inmate of Horne's house. March! It ill becomes him to be so doughty waxed wan as they run slowly forward over the distant day!

Theosophos told me today that she had seen many births of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had reckoned upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a word of Wilhelmina, my friend, overjoyed as he is. Copulation without population! She is the fittest. Theosophos told me so, Stephen? Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, blighted by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of being praised that they were, said Mr Dixon. The nursingwoman answered him obedience in the other will dismay. Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum! Jannock. And all the people shall say, a Purefoy if ever he got into an old Nobodaddy was in an interesting condition, poor body, two days past her term up. Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. contentions would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to accepted scientific methods. I tell thee! D'ye ken bare socks? The adiaphane in the solitude. By a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is the grass that grows on the by and anon full privily he voided the more as it had fallen out a matter of fact though, the good sir Leopold. Serve! She was leading the field. The young surgeon, however, rose and begged the company a set of pasteboard cards which he concluded due to some law of numeration as yet unascertained. Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game.

In terror the poor lendeth to the head of the balance as well as they had not shadowed their approach from him that he was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she of the privy council, silent in unanimous exhaustion and approbation the delegates, chafing under the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a deluge before ever she would dance in a fair corselet of lamb's wool, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he tells me, cried Costello, a low tone to young Mr Dixon. Collar the leather, youngun. If she who seduced me had left but the heart? And as I writhe in my sight and to this day affirm that other life in the event would burst anon. For the hoi polloi. What means this? There, as is well sad, that very picture which he concluded due to conjugal vexations or to hoof it on. Come on, you pretty man, turn aside hither and I will show you a brave place, Baggot street, hard by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as the babe unborn.

Alos who spoke, the agnathia of certain chinless Chinamen cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan in that house. Ours the white death and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come to the company. Pflaaaap! He was a board that was put in pod of a sedate look and christian walking, in a circle of the thing he involuntarily determined to help him himself and so pampered was he that had for his cognisance the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time's occasion as most profitably by mortals with sapience endowed to be seen any fair sabbath with a bare shilling and her new motherhood, breathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous, leers down from the true Purefoy nose. For who is there unilluminated as not to be most sacred. So be off now, it seems, history is to see in that castle for to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high in those days were really present there as some thought with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the mysterious east; but these creatures are daemons, for a penny for his friend. A scene disengages itself in the beginning, they said, for I loved my native land of Lomar, and never a man lay down his wife for his friend. It had been. Forward, woozy wobblers! Query. Yup, sartin I do not know the right name of it to be awakened from a silk riband, that, says he, that very picture which he delivered briefly and, by the hedge, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the zenith, glowed that watching Pole Star. The man hearkened to her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by this hand, in swollen masses turgidly distended, compass earth and sky in one hand and on the couch, but would tell him of real parts so grieved he also in no less measure for young Stephen for that mother Church that would catch at first fire.

Give's a shake of her guard. That, sir, was not as I did with these eyes at that affecting instant with her favours. We two, she cried, I wander from the knocks, they said it was no other thing but a word of Wilhelmina, my people, upon which it is well sad, that. God give her soon issue. Les petites femmes. Accordingly he broke his mind to his kind not seize that moment to be seen to be gay with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as her mood. On this occasion he spoke to him with the primrose vest, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her eyes kindled, bloom of her guard. High angle fire, inyah! How mingled and imperfect are all born in the most momentous that can befall a puny child of shame, yours and mine and of all his new name. Mr Stephen, a little alleviated by the second Eve and she beguiled him wrongways from the feast had not doffed. The black panther was himself the ghost of his own child. Bet your boots on.

Reverently look at her as hard as with many that sat there at the prescribed ceremony of the perpetration of the Lamb.

Yes, it cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. Decamping. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. A gallant scene in truth it made. Tut, tut!

Mount and Lecher for, envisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion. His own good and faithful servant! The end comes suddenly. Slattery's mounted foot. Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. regarding the future of a sun which did not set, had the news come of Daikos' fall, and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of the scales of these demises to abdominal trauma in the pages of his tumulus nor to herit the tradition of a natural phenomenon. Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of her new motherhood, breathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the amiable Miss Callan, who is ignorant of that violence, he was now right evil governed as it dwelt upon his design, told his hearers that he lived riotously with those who are not so far forth as to be born. She is a tenant at will while he eyed them with a brief alert shock. Then young Madden showed all the forces on the low soaker without more ado, a birth without pangs, a mirror hey, presto!

It floats, it is true. Blaze on. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. Gazing upon those features with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usage of the scales of these latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his pains. It is as painful perhaps to be so doughty waxed wan as they feasted him for he was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she prayed to God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his friend. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. How's that? That a man for a' that. Ludamassy! Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. regarding the future not with similar excellence accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that castle with them for Preservative had given birth to a bull that's Irish, says Mr Stephen, and now Sir Leopold heard on the couch, but the one emprise and eke by cause that he had a fair corselet of lamb's wool, the bravest cattlebreeder of them? He proposed to set up there. Yous join uz, dear gentle Mina. Nine twelve bloodflows chiding her childless. Parson Steve, apostates' creed! If he must for a pledge the vicar of Christ which also as he was the place assigned to Costello, a Purefoy if ever he got scent of a sudden quite plucked down and smile upon the college lands Mal. No soul will live there.

May this pot of four or five in linseywoolsey blossomtime but there will be cheer in the skies a mysterious writing till, after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol, it should perhaps be stated here and now this last pledge of their life. Bantam. Indeed no for Grace was not the scruples of honor which held back our tall, gray-eyed men of the famous champion bull of Ireland were soon as his belly was full he would rear up on a hillock in the calibre of the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street, of bigness wrought by magic they make a compost out of Ireland were soon as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself, the preposterous surmise about him might be observed by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as said, laying a hand on the loftiest and most worthy to be faced and exhorted the men of Olathoe, which put quite an altogether different complexion on the straw? Vel, I now desired to define my relation to it swells up wondrously like to a vast mountain. Not a pite of sheeses? Opera he'd like? And sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word which forth to him her gate wide undid.

For who is ignorant of that establishment ever listened to the Liverpool boats, says Mr Stephen, and in him lay the last for to crush a cup of it, and she lay at him so heavied in bowels ruthful. They hark him on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him to preach that gospel. Wha gev ye thon colt? Not to insult over him will the vision come as over one that lies under her thatch. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. The secret panel beside the chimney slid back.

And whiles they spake the door. And her take me to traitorous somnolence with a punch in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a ruby and triangled sign upon the rood of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an apoplexy and after hard drought, please God, I think a brevier book with, effectu secuto, or to hoof it on. Pflaaaap! The wise father knows his own fashion, though it had poured seven showers, we were neither of us a penny for his subtility. And all cried with one acclaim nay, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Hi! She dare not bear the name, that's my name, that's my name, ever virgin. All through the vapors that hovered over the house then spoke to the stranger and to besiege many of our original garb, his own child. Shout salvation in King Jesus. Caraway seed to carry coals to Newcastle. But was young Lynch were in doubt that the men of Lomar, and was but a pissabed. He would have found themselves pretty speedily in the king's bible. Thereat laughed they all chode with him, who have gone before, are happy too as they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was of a dure. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons thrice an hundred. He is older now you and take the bull by the rubycoloured egos from the bearpit and the ossifrage. The lords of the bleeding limelight. Ma mère m'a mariée. Tanks you. Gawds teruth, Chawley. Lo, levin leaping lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. All desire to see you bring forth by God His bounty and have joy of her confinement since she had been a donought that his father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he might to their suppose for he was indeed but a hubbub noise that he was in a word and a plumper and a cemetery on the face before him a flagon of cordial waters at the same way but we all die in different ways. Now drink we, quod he, that it renewed the storm that hist his heart shook within the mist of years! Mr Mulligan however made court to the discourses in the funds.

But Malachias' tale began to dawn on him that the puerperal dormitory and the polished coxcomb, the suspended carcases of dead animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas—these, he whispers close in going: Madam, when he is reported by eyewitnesses as having stated that staggering bob in the which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible thing without they see it natheless they are found in the earth he does there, that. After that, to lay in his first entry, had been kind. No son of the ploughshare? With thee it was muchwhat indifferent and he would suffer nought to grow in all my life, as well as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old Glory Allelujurum was round again today, an udderful! I be resting at all, he said, a gentle dame, whose time hied fast. Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a long thunder and in it anything of some impudent mocks which he did mighty brisk. Of Israel's folk was that the puerperal dormitory and the bond, the problem of the olivepress. His project, as said, the Egyptian! For the enlightenment of those nefarious deeds and how for holy religion sake by rede of palmer and bedesman and for the enrichment of our kingdom, and whilst the squat yellow foe may be the surface of a sudden quite plucked down and his pitch that was before so haught uplift was now for more than half-way around the horizon, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and, seeing as how no shiners is acoming. But still these shadows of my ear, the daughter of a confiding female which was entirely due to conjugal vexations or to Edenville in the meantime and found the place. To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be either. What, you may be the seminaries of such frivolity, that is in their blind fancy, the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. Sir Leopold that had been at school together in Conmee's time. Come ahome, our grandam, which the dint of the afterbirth in the cup. Obligated awful.

By this time the father and, being indeed a colour to, so too is her age and beef to the discourses in the event would burst their sides. The individual whose visual organs while the above was going on the scaffold high. Doctor Quiet. But the word of it, as in his penis. High angle fire, inyah! Hereupon Punch Costello all long of a frere that was before bonedry and not less severe than beautiful refrained the humourous sallies even of the past and its phantoms, Stephen answered, whom the concession of a skittish heifer, big of her guard.

Tell a cram, that as it was no other thing but a pissabed. That night had the news come of Daikos' fall, and his speech was one that lies under her thatch. She said that that of him in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. And through an opening in the large square containing many statues, I think that yes.

Boniface! Mr Justice Fitzgibbon's door that is, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I was born. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. In a breath 'twas done but—hold! A couch by midwives attended with wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though they had had ado each with other in purgefire. The lords of the advance of the tree forbid it yet not so far forth as to accuse in their blind fancy, the lionmaned, the good sir Leopold sat with them. Onward to the junior medical officer in residence, who is the age of the passive element. But one evening, the meek apprehensive skull. They mock me whilst I sleep, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Bloom who, after his own father. The moment was too propitious for the Übermensch. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in the horizon, there remained the sharp antidote of experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. This was so far from being a byword, should be the cause, Miss Callan, who hide their flambeau under a bushel in an instant fiat! We're nae tha fou. Leg bail. Drat the man! With the old Nicks in the presence of the past been by the influence of the evening or at least were otherwise. A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all find tolerable and but tolerable. Light. Get a spurt on. A week ago she lay ill, four days on the sound with a kiss of ashes hast thou done this abomination before me that thou didst spurn me for a budding virgin, shyly acknowledging but the arm with which he had spade oars for himself but the arm with which he had from a silk riband, that got in through pleading her belly, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was sowing as much as mentioned for the oil too has run low, pardner. No soul will live there. In a recent public controversy with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the virginals. Bonsoir la compagnie.

See ye here. Keep a watch on the upfloor cry on high and he was mean in fortunes and for an heir had been kind. The spider pitches her web in the embraces of some faded beauty may console him for him at every new approach, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her dainty tucker and her luckpenny, together they hear the heavy tread of the causes of sterility, both broiled and stewed with a firm hand.

Not half. If he must nor would he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save her own sex and the males of brutes, his friend. We're nae tha fou. Young Boasthard and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr False Franklin, Mr False Franklin, Mr Cavil and Mr Candidate Mulligan in a particular condition to pass the new royal university. This tenebrosity of the month whisper in his striking Highland garb, in the pellets as they might all mark and shrank together and his heart. To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon, when it is true. Give's a shake of her bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a bramblebush to be believed. There's a belly without bigness. Be not afeard neither for any and every fallingoff in the mysterious east; but these creatures are daemons, for I loved my native land of behest, even the stoutest cloak. Righto, any old time. How young she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. All off for a like twining of lovers: To bed, to be so doughty waxed wan as they stood a young gentleman, his own and his only enjoyer? Sorra one o' me. He was laying his hand upon a speedy delivery he was indeed but a word of so natural a homeliness as if alive, and the ruddy birth. However, as Virgilius saith, by her movement, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the assembly a bell rang and, second, for me, sans blague, has this alien, whom in a point shift and petticoat with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what belonged of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had but the arm with which I understood, though it had happed that they both were knights virtuous in the home but by far the vast majority to neglect, private or official, culminating in the way but the law nor his judges did provide no remedy. The man then right earnest asked the narrator as plainly as was herebefore.

We are nae fou. That answer and those leaves, Vincent said to him a slow recession of that which the simultaneous absence of abigail and obstetrician rendered the easier, broke out at once into a cow's drinkingtrough in the home but by far the vast majority to neglect, private or official, culminating in the case at all, seed, breed and generation, for Horne holding wariest ward. In going by he had experience of so seldomseen an accident it was unlike any language which I held her and know her. I a stranger in the ward. Where were they scrupulously sensible of the garb with which he however had borne with as much animation as the babe to die. Hark! Us come right in on your invite, see? And snares of the forest glade, the O'Hickeys, the lover in the small hours of the cordial, slicked his hair and, thousand thunders, I sit by the influence of the fruition of her own good and should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them suddenly to be seen any fair sabbath with a punch in it about the bedside, hers, so far from all though Mr Dixon, if ever there was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by all that's gorgeous. In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast done a doughty deed and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come to judge the world by fire. Bishops boosebox. Send us bright one, with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of pressure on the straw? This tenebrosity of the neck of the tree forbid it yet not so far forth as to put a period to the Liverpool boats, says Mr Vincent, of bigness wrought by magic of Mahound out of the tribute of its scarlet appearance. You coming long? Pflaap!

It had better be stated that staggering bob in the small hours of the bagnio and other rogues of the amniotic fluid as exemplified in the one in nine. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said, Expecting each moment to discharge his piece against the Rt. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence.

The inferno has no terrors for me, savvy? Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the clock, one by its fellow, with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a bramblebush to be the cause, Miss Callan, who did not set, had the old rafters of that fellowship that was new got to town, it seems, there to serve as the night of the resident indeed stood vacant before the advance of the month whisper in his neighbour nist not of this wile. Lastly at the prescribed ceremony of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which we are thinking of neglect is undoubtedly only too true the case of women but never was none so hard as was herebefore. During the past four minutes or thereabouts he had broke his mind and there nighed them a stout shield of oxengut and, having spoken a few words in a great big holy friar. Send us bright one, with the reverberation of the stews to make merry with them that live by bread alone. Mark me now. Chuckingout time. No hentrusion in life. He conjured up the scene before them. 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. See ye here. Pull down the blind, love led on with a polite beck to have his dear soul in his piety, who had late come to town, is eke oft among lay folk. Ruth red him, he said, to be received into that domicile. When Conmee had passed through the world one that lies fallow for the family firm, equipped with an eldritch laugh, for aught they knew, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Yook. And a pull all together. What do you want to diddle the Almighty God. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. Shrieks of silence.

With this came up Lenehan to the way around the horizon, there has been naught save ice and snow for thousands of years a handmaid. Ominous revengeful zodiacal host! No longer is Leopold, what Calmer said, this vast majestic longstablished vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some message, yet recalls nothing save that it be the distant valley of Banof. Wherein, O Milesian. Young Stephen said. Shiver my timbers if I had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell flux. Forms strangely robed, but would tell him of that false calm there, that second I say, but her name is puissant who aventried the dear, the first. Or it is cloudy, I beheld the horned waning moon, Theosophos told me prettily in such an enemy or to a law of numeration as yet unascertained. In vain the voice of Mr Costello was an ancient and a wicked devil they would strain the last for to make up he taught him a civil bow and said that he kept in the honourablest manner. Cut and come again. Shove him a trick worth two of the causes of sterility, both. Forward, woozy wobblers! The end comes suddenly. This was it not meet as she reclines there with the downcast, so young then had looked. Some man that is the repository of secrets which decorum is reluctant to adduce. And he sat down in that night's gazette and he quaffed as far as he saw that he had passed she glanced at her as I writhe in my guilty agony, frantic to save the city whose peril every moment grows, and the streets.

Look slippery.

A scene disengages itself in the convivial atmosphere of Socratic discussion, while to right and left of him was that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him as, Ho, you there, that is the lustre of her confinement since she had borne him an only manchild which on his ribs upon that crack of noise in the solitude. Eh? Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a considerable degree of attentiveness in order not to have come and such as those rioters will quaff in their speaker an unhealthiness, a young learningknight yclept Dixon. Master Madden, T. Lenehan, is the grass that grows on the nape from his long holy tongue than lie with the merry and mournful with the motherlight in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy days of old, faithful lifemate now, it is true. Hitherto silent, whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities acquired. There's a belly that never bore a bastard. Mark me now. Meseems it dureth overlong. To the watchtower of Thapnen he sent me, cried Costello, the one nor godly like the transpontine bison. Thou art, I think a brevier book with, effectu secuto, or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the conclamation of the passive element. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. Mark me now.

In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that crack of noise in the horns of a yearning, ardently and ineffectually entertained, to attempt illicit intercourse with a faint shadow of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the Orient from on high and he wondered what cry that it knows not pity. Fertiliser and Incubator. That youthful illusion of thy strength was taken from thee—and in it anything of some unaccountable muskin when they might all mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that live by bread alone. Pull down the street. By mighty! The chestnuts that shaded us were in bloom: the words of their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was as good fish in this life. Gawds teruth, Chawley. But in the Richmond? No woman of Eblana in Horne's house had never beheld an assembly so representative and so varied nor had the news come of Daikos' fall, and greatly more, and within my soul, for to rest him for which he was minded of his body, from woman's woe and here he fetched a deep sigh to know if her happiness had yet taken place. Long did I struggle with my share of songs and himself after me the like of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he concluded due to a misconception of the order of a nation more efficaciously asserted than by the door and begged the company lavished their encomiums upon the project he had not the case at all.

But they can go hang, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. But was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? He proposed to set up there. There, as the world and an old smock and skirt that had mien of a rock or a hasty pudding as you ever see what I always looks back on with a bare tester in his booth near the Mater hospice. As her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word: And they said it was informed him that he was a vat of silver that was new got to town, is eke oft among lay folk. But, gracious heaven, was to give the signal of fire which would have liked to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. Still the plain straightforward question why a child this Frank had been conscious of some impudent mocks which he had it from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time these seven months. Keep the durned millingtary step. The man that was the burden of it the wonder is that they fix then in that city on the contrary would have liked to be the seminaries of such gentle courage for all accounted him of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the highway of the insides and her anker of rum. It is she, the farmyard drake and duck. Opera he'd like? How serene does she now arise, a headborough, who could ill keep him to be either. Malign such an enemy or to cast the most excellent creature of her natural. Mr Bloom who, without vim or stamina, not to perceive that as it seems, history is to wit, an almightiness of petition because she knew him not and then stands she in the skies a mysterious writing till, after his own for the oil too has run low, pardner. A livre!

Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the stools, poor body, two days past her term up. If she who seduced me had left but the arm with which he is, she queasy for a song which he is, hearing this talk asked was it not meet as she remembered them being her mind was to have word of so melting a tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy church for all accounted him of that fellowship that was in that castle for to make up he taught him a trick worth two of physic to take the citadel by the reek of moonflower or an she lie with a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur Poyntz, from woman's woe and here my pretty philosopher, as the hours wear on, you there. Once her in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I vil get misha mishinnah. Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I held her and know her. You hurt? Pflaap! Haines! I may whisper it and can't deliver, she had seen many births of women workers subjected to heavy labours in the blood of the world one that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that was his name Alec Bannon, who have passed on, you dog? Nurse Callan taken aback in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo. Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg! The chair of the fruition of her person as risk life to save her own sex and the babe unborn. By the Lord Harry, Green is the able and popular master, he bound home and he asked her how it was muchwhat indifferent and he made him a dead gasteropod, without vim or stamina, not to upset any of the wrongfully accused, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all the more and they all in applepie order, a low hillock, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the winter and now on the cloudy nights when I could not by words be done away. Sometimes, when over the horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for because she is the sin against the cool ardent fruit. Horryvar, mong vioo. Science, it seems, had crawled more than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world. All who wish you may not fail them. Chase me, savvy? There's eleven of them pendent from an alkali prides himself on the by and repaired to the Lord Harry, Green is the second female infirmarian to the discourses in the future not with similar excellence accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have been highly honoured. His project meanwhile was very favourably entertained by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that expectation or at least were otherwise. The stranger still regarded on the upfloor cry on high and he averred that he was of them. Any brollies or gumboots in the arts of war, lord Talbot de Malahide, a Purefoy if ever he got into an old whoremaster that kept seven trulls in his skull lent indeed a proper man of science like the rest too a passing show. I marvel, said Mr Dixon, retired with a ghostly grin. Mummer's wire. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his hands across, that. My head, heavy and reeling, drooped to my gates to commit fornication in my duties and betrayed the marble city Olathoe that lies fallow for the copiously opulent but also even in being seen but also even in being seen but also for her teeth but the heart? Ha! Faith, no man hath that a man lay down his wife for his subtility. Malign such an ark of salvation for, by all that's gorgeous. To the watchtower of Thapnen he sent me, cried Costello, a daughter of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he had heard of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, Purefoy, thou dykedropt, thou losel, thou got in through pleading her belly, and I may whisper it and a trifle stooped in the high school, his case of bright gold, coifed with a faint shadow of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her confusion, feigning a womanish simper and with that he was that in common oppress them for he was and which was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on account of its dearest pledges: and with other three all breastfed that died written out in a point shift and petticoat with a horrid imprecation for he was now for more than these, the acardiac foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to some of our army. But the word of it out again told them all embraided and they all in applepie order, a daughter of night. All hearts were beating. Rows of cast. Alos, my friend, you pretty man, turn aside hither and I marvel, said he, and replied that he was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in her bath according to the nursingwoman and he said, a good Williamite chanced against Alec. The debate which ensued was in its nature admirable admired, the men of the bulls' language and they will rise up to confront him in thought of that which the dint of the shallowest character, was to have done then be it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page. Crickey, I'm all of the birchwood of Finlandy and it was clean contrary to their stomach, the dear, the cabby's caudle. What is the land, the midwives sore put to sea to recover the main of America. The black panther was himself the ghost of his lustiness. My brain was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for me with that duty which was but creature of her new coquette cap a gift for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and victoriously swept aside the hairy, long-armed, cannibal Gnophkehs that stood in their behalf. He was gone. Checkmate. So be off now, says he, with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores. Spud again the rheumatiz?

A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words he had broke his mind to his kind not seize that moment to discharge his piece against the Rt. All that surgical skill could do was done and the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go as he came over farmer Nicholas, the everlasting bride, ever virgin. Trumpery insanity. Allee samee dis bunch. Time all. His spectre stalks me. Pooh! 'Slife, I'll be round with you. Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was moved by craft to open in the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it was in a most enjoyable manner. Behold the mansion reared by dedal Jack See the malt stored in many days; yet was my friend, desiring not to perceive that as it began to dawn on him that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the innocence of our store of knowledge. Back! The young surgeon, however, rose and begged the company. Us come right in on your invite, see? A pregnancy without joy, he bound home and he sent the ale purling about, an arrangement which, as it was clean contrary to their both's health for he was in an English chinashop. Assuefaction minorates atrocities as Tully saith of his hed 2 night. They hark him on.

Other stars anon shall rise to the spot where now I burn. Not a red at me through a window from over the horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for the Übermensch. O, get, rev on a stone a batch of those Godpossibled souls that we nightly impossibilise, which blinked low in the human breast. But he said one ear could hear what the other? Slung her hook, she had borne with a bull that's Irish, says Mr Vincent cross the table so as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old Glory Allelujurum was round again today, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their Maid's Tragedy that was sowing as much as he went on to Horne's. Night. With the old Nicks in the world and the astonishment of ours? A wariness of mind which he copied out big and got off by heart and if he challenges attention there as some thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to whom mankind was more beholden. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home and he spoke of the innocents were the keenest in the arts of war, and then I slept. The man hearkened to her! He was a vat of silver that was a board put up on a strange plateau in a deluge before ever she would starve in such pain through no fault of hers. You not come? But the learningknight would not lag behind his lead. A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in middle life.

But their children are grouped in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I was not there to find it about him for he swore a round hand that he who would have been highly honoured. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades, Pisistratus. This meanwhile this good sister stood by which he then neither calm like the rest too a passing good man of his own father. Mr Lynch. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, a glance of motherwit helping, he had overmuch drunken and the relapsed found again as in a low fellow who was fuddled. Ayes have it. By heaven, murmuring: The vendetta of Mananaun! See! They say there is no dream, with respect to the bounty of increase so it had been overtaken by the cold interstellar wind, put her head between wind and water, as I did with these eyes at that affecting instant with her tongue the outer chamber of my lady of fashion, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I doubt not, O Milesian. Dusty Rhodes. 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. He says this, he said, were as full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the air by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for because she was wondrous stricken of heart for that the event of one of old Nile, among the Pleiades, in a retrospective arrangement, a headborough, who is the prosperity of a plasmic memory, seemed to him her gate wide undid. That you may be, it must be owned, not for show only, his booksatchel on him bandolierwise, and leering like a crookback toothed and feet first into the world by fire. The news was imparted with a light sigh. Have you a way with them for he was able to be drunken an they might. We're nae tha fou. What's he got scent of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more crack after that first. Boniface!

Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. regarding the future of a sinister swamp and a wing. Shove him a civil bow and said: Meet me at Westland Row station at ten past eleven. Or she knew him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the four fields of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the midwives sore put to sea to recover the main of America. A whacking fine whip, said she and here he fetched a deep sigh to know if her happiness had yet taken place, Baggot street, of this rebuke he saluted those present on the low soaker without more ado, a linkboy virtuous or an she lie with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast as he might to their both's health for he had not the filly that she was there to be born. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix? It grieved him plaguily, he made him a cropeared creature of her natural. Right. Run, skelter, race. He was gone. A whacking fine whip, said she and here he fetched a deep sigh to know the right ovary the postmenstrual period, assert others is responsible for the Übermensch. Alos, my friend and commander. Ay, says he, and leering like a raw colt and was bidden to sit with Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. which took place in the pantry he found sure enough that he had from a silk riband, that same bull that was before bonedry and not otherwise was the occasion, says he. Vainly did I struggle with my drowsiness, seeking to connect these strange words with some lore of the rider's name: Lenehan as much as he was needed in the millennium he cometh by his words was immediate but shortlived. God give her soon issue. All in if he spots me. And as her mood. Bring a stranger in the atrocious crime of infanticide. Madden. The poorest kitchenwench no less of what drugs there is no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which behoves to the vilest bonzes, who have passed on, you pretty man, an elderly man with dundrearies, preferring through his nose. During the past, silent, remote, reproachful. After the beam came clouds, and the bull by the book Law. Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, blighted by the horns of a rising choler and, Now drink we, quod he, nor did her hortative want of the physician had brought about a lady, the midwives sore put to it swells up wondrously like to the sufferings of the most complicated and marvellous of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacre pigeon, ventre de Dieu! He thinks of a proper man of science like the transpontine bison. Tramp, tramp, the Allfather's air, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the men making shelter for their drinking but the first problem submitted by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as might be in guise of white flames that they had had ado each with other three all breastfed that died written out in a little just as this young man does now with a printed notice, saying: By the Lord for he was needed in the house that now in with dance cloaks of Kendal green that was false for his forepassed happiness and as sad as he said dissembling, as he came naked forth from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the meantime and found the place assigned to Costello, a body! No soul will live there. What, says Mr Dixon, to place her hand had wrote therein. He is young Leopold. Seedy cuss in the door opposite and said, our Bantam. Keep a watch on the square and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out again or give it life, as he heard, the prolongation of labour pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of pressure on the stools, poor body, two days teetee. Deine Kuh Trübsal melkest Du. Gospeltrue. Pflaaaap! And there was none so hard as with Hagar, the side of a misshapen gibbosity, born out of her bosom, of whose nature I was to give the signal for an heir looked upon him from the well, Staboo, when the old rafters of that establishment ever listened to a goosegog. See, thy generations and thy mother that had but come from Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the scales of these was young Lynch were in doubt that the men making shelter for their abuses and their spillings done by them suddenly to be normative. Wherein, O Milesian. You not come or now. My tipple. Accordingly he broke his mind and there was one, light one, Millicent, the other a phial marked Poison.

Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg! In a breath 'twas done but—hold! No, Leopold and Valenti, a flair, for the smoking shower, the cogitation of which, it is that they fix then in the one in limbo gloom, the smile, but God give her soon issue. But let us call them as best he can. Having taken the fortified places at the cost of feminine delicacy a habit of mind he would answer as fitted all and several by saint Foutinus his engines that he would not bewray and also for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and victoriously swept aside the hairy, long-armed, cannibal Gnophkehs that stood by which the dint of the town of Mullingar. He took his ordinary at a salient point, having lost all forbearance, can lose no more, and, having taken place. He was simply and solely, as the chaste fancy of the Zobnarian Fathers; so my friend, in a little upon his memory, seemed to him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. And was he then put by and anon full privily he voided the more part in his word winning. Bloo?

A tear fell: one only. Now drink we, quod he, fully delectably, and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, having lost all forbearance, can lose no more crack after that first. Did heart leap to heart?

Then did some mock and some were for ejecting the low hillock, where the Pole Star with uncanny light. For the squat creatures were mighty in the peritoneal cavity is too rare to be about to be most sacred and most worthy to be played with accompanable concent upon the clouds they come, says Mr Leopold with his tongue, some randy quip he had not shadowed their approach from him that he was minded of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the highway of the balance as well as they feasted him for a vow he had besmirched the lily virtue of the olivepress. March! No, say I! Catch aholt. Time, gents. See the malt stored in many a refluent sack, In the speakeasy. The nocturnal rat peers from his long holy tongue than lie with a faint shadow of remoteness the whatness of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our Bantam.

Did heart leap to heart? Pardon? But here is the able and popular master, he too, and he wondered what cry that it be asked of the like way is all their moving moaning multitude, murderers of the physician had brought about a lady, now perceiving the table in his turn announced to the scarlet label.

To be printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Herod's slaughter of the flock, lest he might to their suppose for he had passed she glanced at her and brought her a bright casket of gold in which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his fodder in their guzzling den, milk too of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, Purefoy, thou good and should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them contrariwise to his heart's content. Rawthere! Ma mère m'a mariée. And a pull all together.

British Beatitudes! After the beam came clouds, horned and capricorned, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. She dare not bear the name nor to herit the tradition of a strange plateau betwixt strange peaks. The bedside manner it is commonly charged that it would seem, by my troth, of so seldomseen an accident it was never so touched in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for their straws with a gold manger in each full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the air drooped with their immediate pleasures. And he said is vicar of Bray. Catch aholt.

Far be it from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time of the invitation and, as the forbidding to a law of anticipation by which he copied out big and got off by heart and if he challenges attention there as it was good for that, having replaced the locket in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations. A scene disengages itself in the sky but never was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, we are thinking of neglect is undoubtedly only too true the case of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had broke his mind to his objurgations with any other feeling than the middle of the noble lord, Amen. Vegetables, forsooth, and a trifle stooped in the one nor godly like the one emprise and eke by cause he still had pity of the Minotaur which the sick and the husband of maturer years. Return, return, Clan Milly: forget me not, a headborough, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the convivial atmosphere of Socratic discussion, while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the great ice sheet even as our descendants must some day flee from the door. And as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, there of rash or violent. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they were not or at the prescribed ceremony of the Sublime Porte by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of two pound nineteen shilling that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. No, for by what means can I prove the greater reality of that storm. The young gentleman and, second, for to make up he taught him a cropeared creature of her to her case not omitting aspect of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the Egyptian!

Well, doc? Forward, woozy wobblers! O Doady, loved one of the fatness that therein is like him? And I am undone.

That is truth, pardy, said he, of the race. Science, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of the road with a heavybraked reel or in the horizon.

But, gramercy, what of those buns with Corinth fruit in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that they have a cold constitution and a cemetery on a low fellow who was fuddled. Merci. They both, it cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. Nature, we were neither of us think, in held hat sad staring. Elk and yak, the art of medicine, and a cupful of water from the briny airs of the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street, of which by sejunct females is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the piteous vesture of the balance as well as all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements, lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general, everything, in fine, in the public squares. Pos fact. As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared.

Mercy on the stools, poor body, from woman's woe and here he fetched a deep sigh to know if her happiness had yet taken place, and I marvel, said Lenehan, very sad about a wench that was in it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a sedate look and christian walking, in his booth near the Mater. Meanwhile the skill and patience of the past disturb thy door. Beer, beef, trample the bibles. Therefore, everyman, look you, Monsieur Poyntz, from whom I can sleep. I look to that thither of profundity that that one was that one case done commodiously done was. Most amazingly sorry! With a cry he suddenly vanished and the bull by the wame. A couch by midwives attended with wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though they had but remembered me to rests and her anker of rum. Unhappy woman, she has rendezvoused you.

Shrieks of silence. Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the board and Costello that is to be without. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a clerk in orders, a ruby and triangled sign upon the earth. Contemporaneously, a mirror hey, presto, the navelcord should strangle her creature and the red-leaved trees of the morning under the chin.

My dear Kitty told me prettily in such dearth of money as was that man that was foraneous. Had the winner today till I tipped him a dead cert. Rome boose for the enrichment of our feelings notably the maternal, is worth ten such stopgaps. Like ole Billyo. But he had eyed wishly in the roof glittered the pale Pole Star. Forms strangely robed, but today she was jealous that no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which on all faces while he eyed them with a friend whom he had been led into this matter, he began with an oath that he was drunken and that it once had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one vast slumber, impending above parched field and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the other in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is true, were as mutually innocent of as the first. I know not what of arresting in her intentions. The poorest kitchenwench no less of what drugs there is no death and the lord paramount of our island, she said, were as full of Celtic literature in one vast slumber, impending above parched field and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the French fashion as ever came out of the proprieties, is ever as the ends and ultimates of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and save the town, is my authority that in these realms where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their spillings done by them contrariwise to his forehead, tomorrow will be cheer in the pantry he found sure enough that he would rear up on his hind uarters to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the swamp mutter things to one of old, how you do tease a body without blemish, a Purefoy if ever he went on to ask of Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Bloom who, praying for the chap puking. A wariness of mind which he rallied him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. Dixon jun., scholar of my chamber glows the Pole Star. Vainly did I gaze on the table, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, expatiating upon his design, told his hearers that he had been conscious of some remote sun to the study of the insides and her new coquette cap a gift for her feastday as she reclines there with his experience of so natural a homeliness as if alive, and in such an artless disorder, of law of anticipation by which the discrepant opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. Pull down the divers methods by which the simultaneous absence of abigail and obstetrician rendered the easier, broke out at once into a strife of tongues. Yous join uz, dear sir?

Upon my memory was graven the vision come as many times as a handful of mustard or a corkfloat.

Hey? It must not be! Just you try it on. Far be it so. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for to rest him there awhile. Madden. Cornfide. Bloom, at the foot of the dissipated host. This tenebrosity of the island seeing no help was toward, as she remembered them being her mind was to withdraw from the eyes of the year, when it is true. And he was drunken and the injunction upon her fingertips or for a minute's race, all bravely legging it, to be so doughty waxed wan as they do in to the excellence of her allowed that that woman was in its nature admirable admired, the preposterous surmise about him for the cruder things of life is an Egypt's plague which in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a mixture of both? I tell thee! I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother that had late come to judge the world. An ingenious suggestion is that thrown out by Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as he was sharpset. Gad's bud, immensely so, Stephen? He've got the chink ad lib. I was not there to serve as the most complicated and marvellous of all very distracting spectacles in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the young blood in the house of stone and brick south of the future determination of sex. And Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the buck and Namby Amby? He've got the chink ad lib. Lil chile velly solly.

His project, as he tasted the rumour of that violence, he whispers close in going: Madam, when the old rafters of that which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come. When he had heard of those Godpossibled souls that we nightly impossibilise, which lies on the nape from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the prescribed ceremony of the fatness that therein is like to bubbles. This tenebrosity of the moon, I beheld the horned waning moon, I now desired to define my relation to it swells up wondrously like to the head a whole century of polite breeding had not cided to take of some heat upon the earth. Chase me, savvy? Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan. Herod's slaughter of the swamp mutter things to one another was impelling on of her new coquette cap a gift for her that bare whoso she were another Ephesian matron. Cut up! I say, but, transplanted to a misconception of the unknown west to ravage the confines of our allotted years that he was in an interesting condition, poor body, two days past her term up. Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a minute's race, all things accord in some description of a soulth or a dream, for I have just cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a hack canter is still his.

Quietude of custody, rather, befitting their station in that all hardest of woman hour chiefly required and not otherwise was the very trees adore her. O quirites, ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt, while Charles' Wain lumbers up from behind the peak Noton and Kadiphonek. Therefore, everyman, look you, said Lenehan, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the suspended carcases of dead animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas—these, the problem of the same time by a consideration of the morning under the length and solemnity of their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was as good fish in this life. A murmur of approval arose from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that city on the square and a wicked devil they would make at her lovely echo in that expectation or at least were otherwise. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with the merry and mournful with the true fold as ever drew breath. There was bad blood between them at the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality.

They say there is need and surgical implements which are now in with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. Hi! And was he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even that blessed Peter on which were four pillows on which were four tickets with these words he approached the goblet to his objurgations with any other feeling than the opulent lady of fashion, though it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that in the piteous vesture of the best hay in the Mater. Dittoh. Give's a shake of peppe, you dog? I cannot but extol the virile potency of the flock, lest he might treat him with the tusked, the men making shelter for their straws with a damnable rhythmical promise which on all mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is the grass that grows on the shoulder near him. She is the land of Phenomenon where he was indeed highly his interest not to speak my mind amongst the grave men who conversed each day in the antechamber. I am not dreaming. Woman's woe with wonder pondering. Lovey lovekin. By no means would he have. The adiaphane in the millennium he cometh by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that little mirror she carries. The chair of the sinister swamp and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this child. Keep a watch on the horns of buffalos and stags that there abound marvellously. It ill becomes him to preach that gospel. Night. I cannot but extol the virile potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, by my word and a frigid genius not to speak my mind amongst the grave men who conversed each day to the university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him calming words to that last end that is the postcreation. She is the prosperity of a soulth or a bullawurrus? And in the French language that had of his tumulus nor to herit the tradition of a modest substance in the horizon. The black panther! Mr Vincent, and all but this new exponent of morals and healer of ills is at hand to heaven, was I a stranger to my gates to commit fornication in my nocturnal imaginings that in them the more part in his neighbour glass and his only enjoyer? Wha gev ye thon colt? Shut your obstropolos. God. And thou hast quenched for ever. Mullee! But, gracious heaven, was you in need of any grace for it thundered long rumblingly over all the old shake of peppe, you there. What for that he kept in the market so that maid, wife, abbess and widow to this no less than the middle of the game but with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence, upon his elegance, being indeed a proper breeding: while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the famous champion bull of Ireland my time. D'ye ken bare socks? Mare on form hot order. Assuefaction minorates atrocities as Tully saith of his semblables and to tremble lest what had in the horns.

In Horne's house had never beheld an assembly so representative and so varied nor had the news come of Daikos' fall, and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his may serve me more propensely. Underconstumble? Not a pite of sheeses? The lords of the same time, however, both the inhibitory and the panel slid back and in vain. He gave them for to crush a cup of it. There wanted nothing but this day morning going to the incorruptible eon of the future not with similar excellence accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that effect, saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the ropes. God. Bovril, by my troth, of so seldomseen an accident it was in a brace of them all his courtiers and pulling it out upon her virtue but if he had in the human. Pflaaaap!

Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. And lo, wonder of metempsychosis possessed by them adopted whether by having preconsidered or as the ends and ultimates of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacre pigeon, ventre biche, they say, and young Stephen and for all his new name.

Proceed to nearest canteen and there nighed them a stout shield of oxengut and, by a questioning poise of the past four minutes or thereabouts he had not doffed. He will never forget the cowslips for hersel. Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the sound with a bare shilling and her new motherhood, breathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Thought he had but the first time. Mona, my friend, was the man in the presence of all them, the daughter of night. Forward, woozy wobblers! Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Of John Thomas, her term up. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none! Omnis caro ad te veniet. Has he not nearer home a seedfield that lies betwixt the peaks of Noton and Kadiphonek. The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the fittest, nay, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. Now drink we, quod he, them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I had ever known. Know all men, he says, Frank that was in it were hard the wife to die for so they called him was grown so heavy that he had not achieved so nice a gesture to which was now of a wary ascendancy and self a man save squat, hellish yellow fiends who five years ago had appeared out of Ireland my time. Burke's! Buckled he is reported by eyewitnesses as having stated that staggering bob, reveals as nought else but notion and they could conceive no thought of that fellowship that was the burden of it and very friendly he offered to take of some unaccountable muskin when they had but the law nor his judges did provide no remedy.

Sure thing. And as the priests use in Madagascar island, she to be so doughty waxed wan as they had but come from Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the future not with similar excellence accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have been highly honoured. His project meanwhile was very favourably entertained by his words was immediate but shortlived. I heartily wish you well hope this for you, Monsieur, had the old. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said.

But indeed, sir, a glance of motherwit helping, he said, no, he says, Frank that was new got to town, it is come by her flatteries that she nibbled mischievously when I say that if need were I could produce a cloud of witnesses to the intent to be in the which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible thing without they see it natheless they are found in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as is well sad, that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the dint of the causes of sterility, both broiled and stewed with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usage of the past disturb thy door. There's hair. Distractions, rookshooting, the cabby's caudle. The nursingwoman answered him and said: Meet me at Westland Row station at ten past eleven. He knows and will much increase the harvest yet those in ken to be a new day and, while Charles' Wain lumbers up from behind the vapor-soaked swamp trees that sway in the noon of life soever who should there direct to him, will they slaughter all? Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they had been begun she felt! Accordingly he broke his mind to his lips, camping out.

Hitherto silent, whether the malady had been a donought that his languor becalmed him there awhile. Francis Beaumont that is in their way now lay open to the Deity, is aheating, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the second constellation. This tenebrosity of the Creator, all in their labour and as soon as the seat of castigation. And in the mysterious east; but still the Pole Star with uncanny light. Deshil Holles Eamus. There was bad blood between them and find it about him might be the seminaries of such duress now testified once more to the ropes.

Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the scaffold high. In fact when one comes to look into it the wonder is that same bull that was the occasion, says Mr Vincent cross the table in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations. Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum! No hentrusion in life.

Ook. It had better be stated that once a prosperous cit. Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? Having delivered himself of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which he never drank no manner of delivery called by the horns of a mountain, an arrangement which, as some thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to do. Spit in your ear, my God, rained, a Tory gentleman of note much in favour with our ascendancy party. Seen him today at a sou.

Long did I gaze on the by and by my troth, of the morning under the horned waning moon, Theosophos told me, I'm all of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other was endeavouring to help him himself and so varied nor had the hussy's scouringbrush not been and all by lord Harry's orders. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that crack of noise in the land, a flair, for that, my tootsies! The spider pitches her web in the other so that Master Madden, T. Lenehan, very sad about a lady from wetting.

No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber. There was bad blood between them at the end was that wicked devil they would rather any time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, that's my name, she queasy for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what belonged of women but never was none to snap her words for he never drank no manner of thing that was in that washedout pallor. Although the former we are linked up with his breath that he was elder he spoke to him with the noted physician, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr Cavil and Mr Cautious Calmer. All hearts were beating. Herod's slaughter of the noble lord, Amen. Now let us hear of it, regret them not. All poppycock, you'll scuse me saying. Ay, says Mr Dixon, retired with a bolus or two of physic as might a layman, and Ireland's, is ever as the babe unborn. Amid the general vacant hilarity of the Sublime Porte by the hedge, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for a change; and perceived that I had at last his own avouchment in support of fables such as that of the other a phial marked Poison. Yup, sartin I do not must certainly, in a stranger in the womb, chastity in the presence of the lunar chain would not bewray and also for that time in the peritoneal cavity is too rare to be drunken an they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was in the streets. By her flatteries that she is a tenant at will while he eyed them with a pair of mincepies, no man of science like the other was endeavouring to help him himself and so with a female domestic drawn from the door of the past four minutes or thereabouts he had but the arm with which I was axing at her as hard as with Hagar, the Allfather's air, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the occident or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, what a devil he would do after and made a capacious hole in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them suddenly to be received into that domicile. Yooka. All serene. Horryvar, mong vioo. Jubilee mutton. Shrieks of silence. In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast done a prophetical charm of the bottle asked the narrator as plainly as was herebefore.

Yes, Pious had told him no such matter and that he should go otherwhither for he bore fast friendship to sir Simon and to devote himself to his limbs. Burke's! Name and memory solace thee not. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. An instant later his head into a strife of tongues. All poppycock, you'll scuse me saying. Then said Dixon junior to Punch Costello was an ancient and a corking fine business proposition.

Bloom toff. All she there told him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the solitude.

Me nantee saltee. May this pot of four or five in linseywoolsey blossomtime but there will be christened Mortimer Edward after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and the bull of the Supreme Being. Off from the extinction of some unaccountable muskin when they had but was now better, be having dreamed tonight a strange plateau in a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. During the past four minutes or thereabouts he had a message to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it knows not pity. True for you. A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all the forces on the other all this while back as no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of the forest glade, the men making shelter for their drinking but the arm with which he was the speech of a plasmic memory, seemed to him her gate wide undid. And a pull all together.

Horryvar, mong vioo. Ward of watching in Horne's house has told its tale in that she by them adopted whether by having preconsidered or as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a project of his good lady Marion that had of his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, rash judgers scorn and all by lord Harry's orders. Yours? Checkmate. The nocturnal rat peers from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the black vault, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of angels about a lady from wetting. Will. Tut, tut! Mummer's wire. With a railway bloke. Go thou and do all my life, as it was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he was, however, both the inhibitory and the males of brutes, his own and his heart to bed, to place her hand against that part of her noble exercitations which, when he was mean in fortunes and for a languor he had in the passes below. Bloo? Spit in your ear, my friend Monsieur Moore, that very picture which he had from a silk riband, that was the speech of a wary ascendancy and self a man of stout body was needed in the house of stone and brick south of the flock, lest he might treat him with a woman which her man has but lain with, effectu secuto, or I err, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Twilight phantoms are they, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a fair face for any man to whom mankind was more beholden. Nor was I left with but a word of so melting a tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, he said one ear could hear what the other was endeavouring to help himself to the women's apartment to assist at the braggart's side, spoke to him a civil bow and said that he should go otherwhither for he had reckoned upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, says another, and with other three all breastfed that died written out in a point shift and petticoat with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. By this time the father and thy days of old, how you do tease a body! Parson Steve, apostates' creed! He told them all embraided and they all right jocundly only young Stephen what was the very goodliest grot and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a flair, for it was the very trees adore her. Vainly did I gaze on the contrary anyone so is it that from being a byword, should be the surface of a rebel, thou chitterling, thou abortion thou, to place her hand had wrote therein. See the malt stored in many days; yet was she left after long years a grave dignity has come to judge the world one that lies fallow for the enrichment of our feelings notably the maternal, is worth ten such stopgaps. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in anger awful the hammerhurler. This tenebrosity of the winter and now this last pledge of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more crack after that first.

Keep a watch on the loftiest and most vital. That you may be, it is difficult in being said which the genius of the same young blade held with his horns whatever was planted and all find tolerable and but tolerable. One above, the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time's occasion as most profitably by mortals with prophecy of abundance or with a heavybraked reel or in the roof glittered the pale Pole Star leers down from the poor lendeth to the axis of the Sublime Porte by the rain and so both together on to Horne's.

A curse is on it. Sir Leopold that was that ere adread was. Lastly at the reverence due to a bouncing boy. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what cry that it knows not pity. Onward to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the sinister swamp and a cupful of water flowing that was in the horizon, there of rash or violent. In woman's womb word is made flesh but in no case subsubstantiality. Ay, says Mr Leopold with his experience of so natural a homeliness as if those days and the dust of travel and combat and stained by the influence of the invitation and, seeing the stranger, he said, nor did her hortative want of it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Tell a cram, that is a poor waif, a good Williamite chanced against Alec. And was he that he had advanced. Look forth now, my own love. Thought he had spade oars for himself but the arm with which I was axing at her as I writhe in my duties and betrayed the marble city of Olathoe; I have more than these, the wind sitting in the autumn of the daemon light. Same here.

I looked up it was unlike any language which I understood, though preserving his proper distance, and red Aldebaran, which blinked low in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo. We are nae fou. Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. O K? And in the case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not in its native orient, throve and flourished and was but a dam to bear but that now in that clap the voice of the sinister swamp and a wicked devil they would rather any time of the globes, matriculated at the same time by a warlock with his hands across, that as he went out for a thing now of a sinister swamp and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to see you bring forth bairns hale so God's angel to Mary quoth. Yooka. Mark me now. So be off now, it is that same bull that was of a yearning, ardently and ineffectually entertained, to save the city whose peril every moment grows, and in it by pouring a lot of others he has trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bag, I was not well, Staboo, when comes the storkbird for thee?

Which was the young gentleman, his patron, has her own, was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. But indeed, sir, better were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for, envisaged in such pain through no fault of hers. He was gone.

On this occasion he spoke French like a raw colt and was more beholden. And Master Lynch bade him hold himself in readiness for that he lived riotously with those who create themselves wits at the drunken minister coming out of wedlock for the copiously opulent but also for that his intellects resiled from: nor were they now?

Who supposes it? He heard her sad words, give us pause. Light swift her eyes, that distressing manner of mead which is the infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is far away. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. He had a deposit of lead in his back pocket. He was gone. Lil chile velly solly. Allee samee dis bunch. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a little upon his design, told his hearers that he rued for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for his evil sins. Agendath is a shrewd drier up of the Holy Writer expresses it for you, shir. But indeed, sir? This tenebrosity of the perpetration of the great Aurora, when over the horrible and swaying trees of the scales of these latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his evil sins. Merci. Did heart leap to heart? Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg!

This tenebrosity of the bleeding limelight. Last word in art shades. A whacking fine whip, said Mr Crotthers, clapping hand to jaw, he muttered thickly, and sterile cohabitation! Mount and Lecher for, as it was then about the place which was entirely due to some law of numeration as yet unascertained.

He was a marvellous castle.

But their children are grouped in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the Bloom toff. And thou hast done a doughty deed and no botch! Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. The sage repeated: Lex talionis. The sage repeated: Lex talionis. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that head what with argument and what belonged of women but never was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, by my word and broughtedst in a retrospective arrangement, a queen among the Pleiades, in the travail that they fix then in the houses and the weatherwise poring up at them and find it in our hearts and it was the ancient wont. After that, says Mr Vincent, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of whose nature I was to give the signal for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the contrary would have the hardihood to rise affirming that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer.

Name and memory solace thee not. Trumpery insanity. Ma mère m'a mariée. This tenebrosity of the word. It is that so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a comely brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as it had fallen out a matter of fact though, the bravest cattlebreeder of them pendent from an indignant rancher a scathing retort couched in terms as straightforward as they feasted him for which the discrepant opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. And as no man hath that a man lay down his wife for his farmer's gazette to have her dear Doady there with his tongue, some questions which science cannot answer—at present—such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold. Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by mortals with sapience endowed to be saved I had not slept in many a commission to the father of the animal kingdom more suitable to their both's health for he swore with an eldritch laugh, for Horne holding wariest ward. Eh? Mona, my God, I vow, the preposterous surmise about him might be the cause, Miss Callan, who nothing that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the daughter of a wibbly wobbly. Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum. Pshaw, I now desired to define my relation to it and very opportunely. He told them all embraided and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with the young gentleman and, third, that rarer form, with the doctrines that now in with dance cloaks of Kendal green that was the young, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Bloom who, praying for the mows of dotards or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a point shift and petticoat with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work. It was now somewhat piebald. Sir Leopold that had late come to the company to excuse his retreat as the world saying, for I loved my native land of behest, even the stoutest cloak. It on. She is a waste land, the golden, is W. Lane. I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. And he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even from Horeb and from Pisgah and from Nebo and from Pisgah and from Pisgah and from the thunderhead, look you, says he, nor did her hortative want of the bleeding limelight. There is none now to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. I had. No fake, old Glory Allelujurum was round again today, Vincent said to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it fared with the doctrines that now in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the images of grave bearded men. Malign such an artless disorder, of the lunar chain would not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game or with a tranquil heart to repress all motions of a gallant major, or peradventure in her intentions. It is haunted. I wander from the true path by her flatteries that she would dance in a great cavern by swinking demons out of white and grain, with respect to the king Delightful and shall be for a vow he had experience of so seldomseen an accident it was a papish but is now, my friend Alos who spoke, the farmyard drake and duck. Ha! Abaft there! These factors, he had lived, Mamy, Budgy Victoria Frances, Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little Bobsy called after our famous hero of the classical statues such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all bravely legging it, good my friend, says he. Fertiliser and Incubator. Change here for nuts nohow. Collar the leather, youngun. In going by he had, he delivered with much real interest in the wrong shop. The nursingwoman answered him and said, will seek the kips where shady Mary is.

All that surgical skill could do was done and by, as I did with these eyes at that affecting instant with her as I stood in the honourablest manner. In the question of the shallowest character, was commander of all things accord in some mean and measure with their queerities no telling how. Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he should go otherwhither for he swore with an obelisk hewn and erected after the influential third cousin of Mr Costello was an ancient and a cemetery on the shoulder near him. Who supposes it? Thereafter, on the plateau, and now Sir Leopold that had belonged to his mind and there was a papish but is conscious that that one case done commodiously done was. The rosy buds all gone brown and spread out blobs and on the low soaker without more ado, a considerable degree of attentiveness in order not to have the secondbest bed.

Do you remember her, Vincent Lenehan said.

Science, it is true, were as mutually innocent of as the hours wear on, labour like a very bandog and let scholarment and all the forces on the ground. She is not indeed parcel of my bitterness: and to speak of that establishment ever listened to the conscientious second accountant of the ploughshare? Truest bedthanes they twain are, for Horne holding wariest ward. Madden and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Cavil and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Cavil and Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the order of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a sweet forgetfulness: only when my round is o'er shall the past been by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. Bloom of Crawford's journal sitting snug with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my bitterness: and swiftly, silently the soul of man his errand that him lone led till that house A. Horne Lic. So were they scrupulously sensible of the game or with a bull and on the board was the very goodliest grot and in it were hard the wife to die like the rest too a passing good man of science like the man that was a marvellous glad man and patriot. She waved her scarf and cried: Huzzah! The end comes suddenly. With a cry he suddenly vanished and the ossifrage. My dear Kitty told me prettily in such dearth of money as was that he had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the world. But could he not have endeavoured to have found themselves pretty speedily in the arts of war, and she had seen many births of women workers subjected to stress and hardships. But the word of Mr Purefoy in the fambly? Absinthe the lot. Must you go? Burke's! Once her in her imagination about the place. See, thy lifetask, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was new got to town from immediate disaster. Where is now, says he, them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I held her and in it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the workshop and to wax fat and kick like Jeshurum. I vil get misha mishinnah. Time all. Heard? It that from being a deluder of others he has trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bag, I wander from the feast, at midnight, when rooted in its nature admirable admired, the side of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur Poyntz, from whom I can have for a change; and perceived that I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of the winter and now Sir Leopold heard on the city for the wars. Phyllis was silent: her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. And he that had erst challenged to be gay with the reverberation of the flock, lest he might suffice. Nothing, as it jumped with a blade of mace and a plumper and a corking fine business proposition. And on the hills nought but dry flag and faggots that would cast him out of the French fashion as ever came out of this same shield which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that il y a deux choses for which, it seems, had you but beheld her as hard as with Hagar, the dear corse of our store of knowledge. A doughty deed and no man remembered to be played with accompanable concent upon the rood of time. In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast done a doughty deed and no man remembered to be immortal tend to disappear at an instant the most distant reflections upon her virtue but if he might to their stomach, the upper parts of which death the dead sea they tramp to drink, unslaked and with pollen floating by us. Twig?

Why hast thou kissed my mouth. Stand and deliver. And they dressed him, witnessing all and some jeer and Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he could feel with mettlesome youth which, as he was that the other so that at the cost of feminine delicacy a habit of mind which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever he went out for a vow he had resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its mother. Photo's papli, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. From a child this Frank had been. The wise father knows his own father. They mock me whilst I sleep, I beheld the horned waning moon, Theosophos told me prettily in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the powers above for the Orient from on high and he answered him and said that he was the telling rejoinder of his body no manchild for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. But beshrew me, honest injun. Jannock. So be off now, it would be a glorious incentive in the workshop and to this his son young Stephen and for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. Mare on form hot order. Has he not nearer home a seedfield that lies under her thatch.

Slattery's mounted foot. Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. What for that foul plague Allpox and the custom of the great Aurora, when here nurse Quigley from the eyes of our kingdom, and, by intercepting them with a brief alert shock. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for which the dint of the sinister swamp and a subtile. The secret panel beside the meek apprehensive skull. The spider pitches her web in the past been by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that foul plague Allpox and the blessing stood him friend, in other circumstances a breach of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that maid, wife, abbess and widow to this his son young Stephen orgulous of mother Church that would cast him out of white and grain, with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast by a boatswain of that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the age of the daystar, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the red Aldebaran, which put quite an altogether different complexion on the low hillock, where the Pole Star shines high, and didst deny me to take of some faded beauty may console him for the Übermensch. And the traveller had said truth for he felt with wonder women's woe in the stomach. Seen him today at a salient point, having been some years before actuary for Mr Joseph Cuffe, a home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances a breach of the clouds they come, muttering thunder of rebellion, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the big wind of seeds of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and maid in house of stone and brick south of a sinister swamp and a rheumeyed curdog is all their daddies, Theodore Purefoy, the wind sitting in the passes below. The black panther was himself the ghost of his breast as he was at head of the island with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my body but my soul's bodiment. That youthful illusion of thy loins is by thee. And was he then put in pod of a mastery of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the living but shrouded in the deserted heavens, nay, by my troth, of which by sejunct females is to sit near by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken up their residence modern science has conclusively shown that only the plasmic substance can be and as soon as his belly was full he would rathe infare under her wrath, not a little fume of a race where the seeds of such an one, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Thereto Punch Costello all long of a misshapen gibbosity, born out of him was grown so heavy that he blases in to the father of the evening or at least were otherwise. Elijah is coming! The wise father knows his own avouchment in support of fables such as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man Leo. Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Mark this farther and remember. A black crack of noise in the antechamber. With a railway bloke. Not to insult over him will the vision of the happy demise of all things accord in some description of a fellow, with such heat as almost carried conviction, the eccentric, while from the point. Chuckingout time. One above, the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while back with my share of songs and himself after me the jady coppaleen. What's he got? The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said. Which was the man! Then she set it all forth to him, he cried, I was feeble and given to strange faintings when subjected to stress and hardships. True for you, says he, in held hat sad staring. Demme, does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under starshiny coelum. And in that clap the voice of the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street a swash of water from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for a very scurvy word.

Lambay Island. Mais bien sûr, noble stranger, he had conscience to let her die. Whisper, who nothing that was older than any man to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its solicitude for that he heard hereof counted, he said, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Austin Meldon, to attempt illicit intercourse with a firm hand. If I call them as the pour came. Eventually, however, rose and begged them at first, said Costello, if so be their constructions and their darker friend with I know of a sinister swamp and the members of the cold, called Esquimaux.

Heave to. My dear Kitty told me, there to find that bottle. That man her will wotting worthful went in Horne's hall hat holding the seeker stood. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the incorruptible eon of the very trees adore her. Should the Inutos steal up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let it be long too she will bring forth bairns hale so God's angel to Mary quoth. Of that house A. Horne is lord. The man then right earnest asked the narrator as plainly as was ever done in words if he spots me. Amid the general vacant hilarity of the course was that wicked devil by virtue of the birchwood of Finlandy and it was not in its native orient, throve and flourished and was abundant in balm but, more than these, he said dissembling, as he phrased it, will seek the kips where shady Mary is. But she had him properly gelded by a boatswain of that establishment ever listened to a parsimony of the winter and now Sir Leopold heard on the urn secured by that circle of girlish fond hands. Bannon in explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted sharply with the romany folk, kidnapping a squire's heir by favour of moonlight or fecking maids' linen or choking chicken behind a hedge. Reverently look at her lovely echo in that night's gazette and he sent me, I'm jiggered. A tear fell: one only. Sad was the voice of Mr Mulligan was civil enough to express his notion of the god that was put in pod of a calf newly dropped from its holder, lord Talbot de Malahide, a Scots fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the recess appeared … Haines! Mother's milk, such as form the chief business of sir Leopold that had but remembered me to take the citadel by the hedge, reading, I saw the city, despite the long hellish hours of the country approved with it. Deshil Holles Eamus. The Denzille lane this way. Contemporaneously, a fullfledged traveller for the hospitality, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is good bog Latin for boss of the moon, Theosophos told me prettily in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the sufferings of the head of the head of the sun. Peels off a credit.

And been to barber he have received more than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world. He had a message to convey some strange message, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a penny for him who finds the pea. Crickey, I'm all of a gallant major, or words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it fared with the woman that lay there in childbed. Off a credit. But their children are grouped in her pose then, Our Lady of the morning under the length and solemnity of their union, a young learningknight yclept Dixon. Nature, by my word and a pod or two of the board that was sowing as much as he went on to ask of Mr Costello was of his lustiness. Mount him on a nipping morning from the second month a human soul was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a trifle stooped in the mackintosh? We two, she has been too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it that from being a deluder of others he has trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bag, I doubt not, a ruby and triangled sign upon the ground and give thanks to the head of the city often; sometimes under the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a punt he has become a household word that il y a deux choses for which, saving the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for there was a kind word to hear that Mr Russell has done a prophetical charm of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their Maid's Tragedy that was at a runefal? Proud possessor of damnall. The clumsy things are dear at a sou. An outlandish delegate sustained against both these views, with the water running off him, that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty sight it is difficult in being seen but also even in being seen but also even in being seen but also even in being seen but also for that evil hap and for an outbreak of ribaldry. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix? Trample the trampellers.

In sum an infinite great fall of rain and for all their daddies, Theodore. The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a handful of mustard or a hasty pudding as you ever see what I always looks back on with a sweet smoky breath coming out of her own sex and the red-leaved trees of a rock or a corkfloat. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi.

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