#and lo and behold the pope came right by us | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years ago

Text

Something in Your Mouth

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x reader

A/N: A song fic has been done. This is a Nickelback song (don’t @ me they are my favorite rockband). Warnings: Sex (allusions and some descriptions), BJ, shitty ex. Um. I think that’s it? Maybe some self-esteem issues

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

Oscar/Triple Frontier tag: @m-123 @artsymaddie @mcrmarvelloki

Got to meet the hottie with the million dollar body

They say it's over budget, but you'd pay her just to touch it, come on!

Santiago Garcia was not a shy man. If a woman was willing, he’d do anything she was comfortable with. Sex in a public bathroom? Done it. Fingering under the table? Yes ma’am. Vibrating panties with him having the remote control? Hell yes.

However, this is the first time he’s ever been with a girl that was so shy. He met her at a local coffee shop that he had become a regular to. She happened to come in one day, needing some long-winded concoction that he wasn’t even sure was actually coffee, for her boss.

When she got it, she had the misfortune of some asshole running into her and spilling the coffee all over her. Santi after yelling at the dude who dared to get in her face about it, bought her a replacement coffee, and strolled out to his truck to grab an old army t-shirt he kept in there.

“It’s clean I swear, it’s a bit a good luck charm I guess,” He awkwardly explained as he handed it to her.

She took it from him running into the bathroom to change. She had to tuck in the bottom of it into her pants since it was bit big.

She stepped back out and quietly asked, “How can I return this to you? Or better yet, repay?”

“If it’s not too bold, may I take you out on a date? And you can give it back to me then?” He questioned hoping she would say yes.

She smiled shyly, nodding her head, as she unlocked her phone for him to give her his number. He quickly typed it in, sending himself a text as he saved it.

She grabbed the replacement coffee and left a moment later. He texted her that evening and that was the beginning of it all.

Needs to hit the big screen and shoot a little love scene

If Hollywood had called her she'd be gone before you holler, come on!

She worked for a fashion company, currently working as a secretary to the CEO, hoping to one day be able to present her ideas as a creator. She loved to draw; it was one of her biggest passions as a kid. As she got older, she realized she loved fashion as well, and combined the two loves.

She had finished up her degree some months ago and got a job working for a local fashion industry. It wasn’t nearly as famous Prada, Gucci, or Hermes, but the name was recognized as a steppingstone for those companies.

Granted, she thought she would be working in design when she applied for the job, not as secretary number 2. A job was a job, however. She decided that she would grin and bear it until she had her chance.

Running into Santi was strange to say the least. She was sure, so sure, that he was just joking when he asked her out. But lo and behold… that night when he texted her details, she was pleasantly surprised.

They had gone out on a few dates, and while he was always respectful of her boundaries, she could tell he was used to more… provocative women. It’s not that she wasn’t interested in exploring his ideas, it was that… he was the first guy she had dated in a long while that seemed interested in seeing her naked.

She was used to guys getting bored with her after the first date, or when they found out she worked in fashion, they mocked her.

Santi, however, thought it was interesting. He would actually listen to her when she would rant about fabrics or colors. He at one point told her he thought it was adorable.

“It shows your passion. I think it’s cute as hell,” He told one day after a rant in which she cut herself off thinking she was being annoying.

She did eventually open up to him that she wasn’t used to having a man be attracted to her for more than 5 minutes.

He was shocked to say the least, “Who the hell were you dating honey?”

She shrugged, “Jerks. So. I mean… I want to do all those things with you… I just… worry I won’t be good at it? I guess?”

Crafty little lip tricks, tattoos on her left hip

She's bending as you're spending, there's no end to it, so baby come on!

When she said that, his jaw dropped. He wanted to beat up whoever had made her feel this way. He found her shyness refreshing, but not at the expense that she worried that he would think she was inadequate.

“We’ll move at your pace, baby. I like you, for you. I’m not going to drop you like your yesterday’s news just because we aren’t having sex every time we see each other,” Santi assured her, with a kiss.

She gave him a look of appreciation and kissed back more firmly. He grinned at that, cupping her cheek as they kissed.

Dressed up like a princess, betting that her skin smells

Better than the scent of every flower in the desert, come on!

It took several months before she was ready to sleep with him, in a more intimate way. By that point, she had met his friends and their significant others. The girls were all too willing to help her when she asked for advice on what to do or wear.

Frankie’s girl was the calmest and took her shopping to get some nice lacey lingerie. While she appreciated the advice from Emma and Maura (Will’s, and Benny’s girlfriends respectively), she wasn’t quite sure she was up for the risqué ideas they came up with.

Valeria was the one who said to keep it simple. “You two have all the time in the world to explore kinks and such. You do not have to jump into that on your first night together.”

So, the two of them shopped, deciding on a dark blue number that Valeria said would make Santi drool at the sight of her.

That night, she had spent a good two hours shaving and primping before slipping on the barely there thong, and matching corset.

She tossed on a silk robe and waited for Santi to come home. She didn’t have to wait long before she heard the door open and close, Santi’s voice calling out for her.

“Hey babe, where ya at?” She heard him ask.

“Bedroom!” She answered waiting.

She could hear him walk down the hallway before opening the door. He stared at her curiously, taking in her robe.

“What’s happening sweetie?” Santi asked as he stepped further in.

She bit her lip slightly, as she undid the robe and let it slide off of her. His jaw drop as he gazed at her.

He sauntered up to her, his hands hovering hesitantly over her waist.

“Does this mean… what I think it does?” He questioned quietly, not wanting to assume anything.

She nodded with a small giggle, as she stood on tiptoes to kiss him. He deepened the kiss after a moment of hesitation.

The two of them crawled onto the bed, not breaking the kiss.

They spent the night, getting to know one another’s bodies. Learning about each scar, each spot that drove them crazy. It was night that fueled the fire in her; she knew right then… no other could ever compare.

She loves the night scene, bar queen, just living for the fun

Taking over every dance floor like she's the only one

After that night, the two of them were far more open about affection than they once were. It used to be she would shy away when he would kiss her in public. Now, she was used to it, and welcomed it far more. She still wasn’t quite used to the idea of doing anything sexual in public, which he was okay with.

He was just thrilled to know that she enjoyed his attention.

The two spent more time talking about previous experiences, mostly to learn about each other.

“In college I was definitely a bit more… wild child. I went barhopping with friends almost every weekend. Had a few one-night stands, if you can believe that. It was during one of my more serious relationships when I kind of lost apart of myself. He… he wasn’t like… physically aggressive or anything. He just… knew how to destroy every bit of my self-confidence,” She had told him one night while they were having pizza on his couch.

“I am sorry that happened to you. If I ever saw him, I would beat the shit out of him. No one deserves to be treated like that,” Santi said to her kissing her cheek softly.

“Hopefully you’ll never have to meet him. He was… the worst I dated. The others were… just… unsatisfactory. Then you come along… rescuing me from that jerk and giving me that shirt… that honestly kinda smelled,” She teased him slightly.

“Sorry, I was… just trying to help,” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like… I appreciated it, I truly did. It was better than having iced coffee on me all day. By the way… do you want that shirt back? I just realized I never returned it,” She said realizing that it was in her laundry.

“Nah. Keep it. I enjoy catching you wearing it randomly,” He flirted back.

She turned her head away, scrunching her nose up in slight embarrassment.

He turned her head back toward him to pull her into a short but passionate kiss.

In the spotlight, all night, kissing everyone

And trying to look so innocent while sucking on her thumb

They had been together for almost a year now. She had begun to feel a lot more like her old self. Felt more confident in her stride, and her work. In fact, her boss had informed her that a position had opened up in design and that she had sent her portfolio down to the lead supervisor to review.

She had just gotten off the phone with him and was super excited. She had gotten the job. She ran to Santi’s place and animatedly told him the news. He congratulated her and said that they should celebrate.

That night, the two of them plus the rest of the gang met at their favorite local pub for drinks and greasy foods. They were happily talking when she noticed someone come up to the table.

“Well, well. If it isn’t little Mouse?” She froze as she heard her ex’s voice speak.

“Rob. What do you want?” She asked not bothering to look at him, as she tried to control herself.

She could feel her hands shaking and it was getting a little hard to breathe.

“Not even going to look at me? Now, that’s just rude, Mousy,” His tone was a vicious tease.

“Get away from her. Now,” Santi’s voice cut in, cold.

“Who the hell are you? Her new squeeze?” He questioned with a scoff.

“Yeah. I am. You have exactly 10 seconds to walk away,” Santi warned him as he stood up.

“Or else what?” He dared.

Santi simply moved to stand between them, waiting a moment.

Rob started to laugh, thinking Santi was just all talk.

Santi punched him so hard in the face that he passed out before he hit the floor. Rob’s friends came over quietly to pick him up and carrying him out, not bothering to try and fight.

Santi breathed heavily through his nose once, trying to calm down before he turned back around.

“Hey, my little Lioness, you okay?” He asked her softly as he leaned closer to her.

She had started fidgeting with her fingers, a nervous tick he had picked up on early on.

He sat back down, pulling her hands into his, rubbing his thumb softly over her knuckles.

Conversation between everyone slowly picked back up, and she soon felt comfortable enough to join in again. She wasn’t as excited, but she tried to push past it.

When he eventually took her home, she collapsed into his arms. Her breathing was shaking as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to escape her.

He whispered to her, “Let it out, my heart.”

She found herself sobbing into his chest.

When you never pull it out

(So much cuter)

He wished he had done more as he held her. Wished he had strangled the bastard. Here was this beautiful woman, whose confidence he had seen bloom over the past few months, crumble because of 2 sentences.

He whispered sweetly to her, telling her how much he loved her.

The tears eventually stopped, and as she pulled away, she apologized for the mess she made on his shirt.

“My shirts have seen worse things than tears. It’s fine honey. How about we get ready for bed?” He proposed as he led her to the bedroom and started strip down to his boxers.

She nodded, walking into the bathroom briefly to wash her face. She came out wearing his army shirt, joining him on the bed with a sigh.

The two of them fell asleep together, within minutes.

When she woke up, she realized it was one of the rare times, she was awake before Santi. She stared at him for a moment. She wanted to thank him for last night and an idea popped in her head.

She slipped her hand down under the covers, playing with the edge of his boxers briefly. When she had built up the nerve to do so, she slid her hand under his boxers, quicky finding his half-stiffened length. She ran her hand up and down it, enjoying the smoothness she felt as it quickly stiffened further. She slowly pulled it out from his boxers, moving under the covers as she did so.

This was something she had only slightly explored with Santi before. It had been a brief act, him claiming he didn’t want to cum in her mouth.

She gently ran her tongue around the head, savoring the slight salty taste of his precum that had beaded. She slowly took him into her mouth, breathing through her nose, to prevent her gag reflex from enacting. She bobbed her head up and down, her hands massaging what she couldn’t fit.

She heard him moan above her, and felt his hips jerk up slightly. The covers were pushed off her head as Santi woke up, looking down. He groaned at the sight before him; it was super sexy to see her like that.

She continued with her actions until he finally exploded in her mouth; she swallowed a couple times as she pulled away. She wiped the corner of her mouth, as she crawled back up him.

“What was that for honey?” Santi eventually asked as his senses came back to him.

“Last night. I wanted to show my appreciation for you being there for me and defending my honor,” She whispered to him.

He simply kissed her in response.

“I’ll always be there for you and defend your honor against assholes. You’re mine, my lioness,” He murmured against her lips.

With something in your mouth!

You're ripping up the dance floor honey

(You naughty woman)

It took a full month before she was able to shake off the experience. Santi was there for her every step of the way. Santi had taken to calling her Lioness, every chance he got. The nickname made her smile each time she heard it, especially when he was the only one who used it.

“Hey Lioness, we going or you goin’ to continue checkin’ yourself out,” Santi asked as he stepped into the bedroom, wondering why she was taking so long.

She had been staring at herself in the mirror making sure everything looked okay for their date.

“I don’t know. I think I look pretty hot, don’t you?” She complimented herself jokingly, twirling a bit.

He hummed as he stepped forward and checked her out in an exaggerated manner, circling her.

“Yeah. You’re pretty sexy Lioness. Now, shall we?” He offered his arm to her, giving her a flirty smile.

The two of them were going to go eat dinner and then go dancing.

Their meal passed by quickly and soon they were entering a club, music blasting.

Santi led her out on the dancefloor and brought her in close, his hands firmly on her hips. The two of them danced and grinded against one another. She occasionally showed off, twirling around him, bending over backwards, and dropping down low.

He laughed a little at first but soon his laughter turned to choked groans as he tried to smother his arousal as she showed off her moves, purposefully grinding against his crotch.

She was having fun, enjoying teasing him and hearing his grunts. They had been dancing for about an hour before he had enough. He took her hand and dragged her outside into the alleyway.

The cool air felt nice on her heated skin, but she wasn’t able to enjoy it for long as Santi pinned her to the wall in a deep kiss. She giggled softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands burying into his hair.

His hand snuck under her skirt, massaging her thigh, hooking it around his hip.

“Been drivin’ me nuts all night darlin’. Where exactly did you learn all that?” He asked as he kissed her neck.

“Told you. I went clubbing a lot. Had to learn some moves, to snag a guy,” She said with a soft moan as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.

“Good to know,” He murmured his hips rocking into hers.

She could feel his hard on that she had caused and tried to hide her grin by biting her lip.

She heard him undo his pants slightly and felt her body tremble with anticipation. He shoved her underwear out of the way as he buried his length into her. The two of them both moaned at the sensation.

Their movements were hurried, neither of them wanting to be caught.

All too soon, the both of them were reaching their peaks with happy sighs. The two of them quickly sorted their clothes out, a moment before a group of people walked out into the alley to smoke.

Her and Santi quickly left before the group could notice anything off with them. Santi took her home, joining her upstairs for a much more thorough appreciation of her.

You shake your ass around for everyone!

I love the way you dance with anybody

(The way you swing)

Another couple of months had passed, and they had taken the next steps and she had moved into his place. The two of them having been together for almost 2 years now.

The only thing she really had to adjust to was just how often the gang come over to hang out. At first, it wasn’t a problem, but it had begun to feel like she never got any alone time with Santi when she wasn’t at work.

Today, she had gotten off early, and was texting Santi to let him know, hoping to have a late lunch with him or just watch something together. She had picked up their favorite orders from a local sandwich shop, drinks, and all.

She stepped into the apartment, freezing slightly when she heard multiple voices coming from the living room.

She walked over to the living room, raising an eyebrow. The guys had arrived early that morning, disturbing the happy mood she was in. Santi and she had woken up early, and she was feeling frisky and wanted some attention from him. Before they could get very far, the front door opened and in came Benny with no hesitation.

Frankie and Will had the decency to look apologetic for barging when they greeted her that morning.

“Still… here… I see. Don’t yall… I don’t know… have your own homes to go to… girlfriends, fiancés that sort of thing?” She asked not particularly happy to see them.

Santi winced as he answered, “Hey, sorry, we have a mission coming up. We have been strategizing.”

She nodded, unimpressed.

“Okay. Well. When you remember you have a girlfriend who wanted to have lunch with her boyfriend, alone, I’ll be in our bedroom….” She said annoyed, tossing his sandwich onto the table with his drink as she muttered. “Making no noise and pretending I don’t exist.”

She strolled into their bedroom, closing the door firmly. She changed into some cotton shorts and his old army shirt, before making herself comfortable on the bed and turning the TV on.

She had taken an aggressive bite out of her sandwich when the door opened to reveal Santi who looked a bit confused.

“Hey… what was that?” He asked her.

She didn’t answer, just pointedly stare at the TV, flicking through Netflix.

He slowly approached her, taking a seat on the bed.

“I understand that they are your friends. Hell, they are basically your brothers. I get it. However, do they have to be here…. everyday at all hours of the day? They came here at 6am and have yet to leave,” She began feeling herself getting frustrated.

She took a breath as she also felt guilty for complaining and shook her head.

“Forget it. Just… go finish your strategizing. Clearly, it’s important,” She stopped, taking another bite as she chose some random animal documentary.

Santi opened his mouth to speak but stopped, sighing heavily.

“It should only be an hour more,” He estimated, as he got up and slowly walked back out.

She made a noncommittal noise in response, focusing on the soothing sound of David Attenborough’s narration.

About halfway through the documentary, Santi had returned, a bag in hand. He took a seat near her again, and quietly unloaded the bag one item at a time. He placed each item in front of her: her favorite candy, chips, drinks. He also placed some flowers and a random plush.

She glanced down at it noticing it was one of those reversible octopus plushie with a smiley face on one side and a frown on the other. The frown side was facing her.

“The guys left. It’s just us. Mind telling me what’s going on in that mind of yours, honey,” He spoke softly.

“I don’t mind the guys being here. I do mind when they just waltz in without knocking. Or are here several days in a row. I get… I get that this is your apartment and I’ve only been living here 2 months but… I feel like I am just… your roommate. Not… your girlfriend,” She explained, pausing the documentary beforehand.

Santi nodded in understanding, “I see… yeah… This place has been… a bachelor pad of sorts for a long while even after we began to date. I will… talk to the guys. You’re right. This should be OUR place.”

“I feel stupid for getting short with you about this,” She whispered softly looking down at the plush, playing with it.

Santi scooted forward, sitting next to her, putting his arm around her.

“Don’t. I… I was excited to see your texts and was trying to hurry up our meeting so we could be alone, just wasn’t going as planned. You are perfectly allowed to be annoyed. Just gotta talk to me baby,” He told her pressing a kiss to her shoulder and her cheeks.

She nodded somewhat shyly.

“Did you really go out and get all of this?” She asked him, motioning to the pile of junk food before her.

“Yep. I did. Now then shall we finish this documentary, and I’ll make dinner to make up for missing our lunch date?” Santi offered kissing her hand.

She nodded once, “Can we watch the next one in the series too?”

Santi chuckled and said, “Yeah. We can watch the next one too. We can watch whatever you want.”

The two of them watched the rest of the one she began, and the next one. As they watched it, she slowly reverted the octopus to the happy side causing a small smile to appear on Santi’s face.

When the second documentary ended, Santi got up to go make dinner. She followed him wanting to help him prep food. He turned on the radio, which made her smile. As the two of them cooked, she danced around him, shaking her hips.

He laughed at her, as she convinced him to dance a little between stirs. Santi slowly realized it had been a while since they had spent time together, just relaxing. He had recognized that she had a point, since she moved in, they hadn’t really spent time together as a couple.

When a slow song came on, he turned the fire on low, and pulled her in close. He swayed softly with her, resting his forehead against hers.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like a roommate and not my girlfriend. That wasn’t my intention,” He whispered to her as they danced.

“Apology accepted. I just… I love you and I was excited to spend the day with you and was disappointed,” She admitted quietly.

“I love you too. Promise me you’ll tell me if something’s bothering you next time?” He pleaded as the song ended.

“I promise. As long as you do the same,” She said back, as they pulled apart and finished up making dinner.

They made their plates and ate, catching up on what’s been going on with work.

Afterwards, they cuddled on the bed, and ate her 20 snacks together. She slowly fell asleep in his arms as they watched another documentary. In the morning, he was planning to talk to the guys about everything. He knew they wouldn’t care too much about setting some rules and would be understanding once her reaction from early was explained.

And tease them all by sucking on your thumb

You're so much cooler when you never pull it out

It took some time but after that, the guys made more conscious efforts to knock and not be there every day. She had apologized to them for her attitude when she saw them again. The three of them waved it off, ruffling her hair.

“We were being annoying. It’s not a big deal,” Frankie said with a shrug.

The boys with their girls plus baby Isabella were over for to watch a football game, a few days later.

“Yeah. We are not upset,” Will chimed in with a half-smile.

Benny bounded over and gave a loud exaggerated kiss to her head, “MWAH. You’re fine, Prada.”

She shook her head at the nickname that the boys had taken to calling her.

The boys piled in the living room to watch the game with beers. Emma, Valeria, and Maura joined her in the kitchen, wine glasses all around as they gossiped.

“So… Prada… have you ever designed a wedding dress?” Valeria asked her.

“Not yet. Why?” She questioned curiously.

“Well. I have everything else decided, but I cannot find a dress that I absolutely love you know? I’ve been to 4 different boutiques. Think you can help me out?” Valeria explained, with a tired sigh.

She held up a finger, telling her to wait a moment. She ran over to the desk in the living room that had her sketchbook, fabric swatches, and pencils. She grabbed all three items, rushing back over to the island.

“Alright. Describe to me what style you want, and then we will work on material,” She stated as she got comfortable with her sketchbook and pencils.

Valeria spent an hour describing the dress she was looking for, including fabrics. Once it was finished, she revealed what she came up with. Valeria gasped then squealed excitedly.

“That’s it! Oh… Now the real question… can it be made?” Valeria asked worriedly.

Prada took a photo of it and sent it to one of the designers, who made dresses as a side job, asking if this could be done. A minute later, she got a response telling her yes.

“Yes. It can be done. I’ll set up a meet so you can get measured and get it started,” She tells Valeria who tackles her in a hug.

“Think they can also do bridesmaid dresses?” Valeria asked hesitantly.

“Probably. I’ll talk with him,” She said with a nod.

The four of them continued to talk about wedding plans while the boys continued to watch the game. When the game ended, they had made their way into the kitchen to collect their wine drunk ladies who had been reduced to giggles.

Santi and she said their goodbyes with everyone and collapsed on to the couch together. She had made cinnamon rolls earlier and they snagged the last one. They shared it, not bothering with silverware, ripping off pieces randomly.

As they ate, she noticed that he had some icing on his thumb and she teasingly licked it off. He raised an eyebrow at the sudden intimate moment she created.

“Darling. You are going to be the death of me one of these days,” He said somewhat seriously as he kissed her, abandoning the last of the cinnamon roll.

“Hmm. Yes. But you see… I had a more nefarious plan…” She said ominously.

He looked at her confused watching as she suddenly shoved the last of the cinnamon roll into her mouth and running away.

“Mine!” She called out, her mouth full.

She heard him chase after her, she chewed quickly, swallowing as she reached the bedroom. She coughed a moment when it got caught slightly in her throat. Santi caught up to her, staring at her incredulously.

“Rude. Very rude. Distracting me to catch me off guard and steal our cinnamon roll? That deserves a punishment of some sort,” Santi teased, shaking his head.

She cleared her throat and asked, “Promise?”

He growled a bit, picking her up and tossing her on the bed, her giggles followed by her moans, filling the air.

Life was full of surprises. Santi wasn’t expecting his Lioness to come into his life, but he wouldn’t trade her for the world.

'Cause you look so much cuter with something in your

#santi x reader #santiago pope garcia #Triple Frontier #song fic

12 notes · View notes

savedfromsalvation · 6 years ago

Link

Compiled by Jim Walker

The Back Parts of God

"And the LORD spake unto Moses face to face, as a man speaketh unto his friend..." (Exodus 33:11)

"And he said, Thou canst not see my face: for there shall no man see me, and live. And the LORD said, Behold, there is a place by me, and thou shalt stand upon a rock: and it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a cleft of the rock, and will cover thee with my hand while I pass by: and I will take away mine hand, and thou shalt see my back parts; but my face shall not be seen." (Exodus 33:20-23)

Comment

In verse 11 we read that God spoke to Moses, face-to-face. Yet in seeming contradiction, we have later God telling Moses that he cannot see His face. Instead, God decides to show Moses his back parts! "Back parts" of course serves as a euphemism for "ass". In other words, God here says to Moses "thou shalt see my ass."

I'll leave it to the readers to ponder the possible sexual orientation of God as he shows Moses his bare bottom.

Beasts In Heaven

"And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind. And the first beast was like a lion, and the second beast like a calf, and the third beast had a face as a man, and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle. And the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, WHICH WAS, AND IS , AND IS TO COME." (Revelation 4:6-8)

Comment

Here we have a rare description of heaven where it appears frightening with strange beasts. One cannot help to think that it seems more a description of Hell than a heaven.

(See also Rev. 5)

The Brethren Of Jesus

"After this he went down to Capernaum, he, and his mother, and his brethren, and his disciples: and they continued there not many days." (John 2:12)

Comment

This verse describes Jesus and his brethren. Jesus Christ's blood-related siblings directly contradicts the Catholic concept of the life-long virginity of the mother Mary. Some Christians have attempted to defend this contradiction by pointing out that brethren has two meanings: it could mean brothers, from the same parents, or it could mean colleagues or friends. Note, however, that the use of the word "disciples" suggests that brothers and disciples constitute two separate groups. Therefore, brethren must mean brothers in this context.

Note also that Mark 6:3 mentions brothers and sisters that can only mean blood siblings.

Also, nowhere in the Gospel of John or Mark does it mention Jesus' birth or Mary as a virgin. Considering that a virgin birth of the Son of God would seem of utmost importance, it appears rather odd that these Gospels do not mention it.

Christ With Horns

"And I beheld, and lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God sent forth into all the earth." (Revelation 5:6)

Comment

Biblical scholars agree that "a Lamb" refers to the crucified Christ. Strangely, Jesus here appears to look devilish with horns and multiple eyes.

How can this description of heaven inspire an image of a peaceful afterlife with all these ghastly beasts and spirits about? (See also Rev. 4)

It should come to no surprise where some early Gnostic cults got the idea that, not only the Church, but Jesus represented Satan and the embodiment of Evil.

And who do the literalists claim as the "seven Spirits of God"?

Christ's Temper

"And found in the temple those that sold oxen and sheep and doves, and the changers of money sitting: And when he had made a scourge of small cords, he drove them all out of the temple, and the sheep, and the oxen; and poured out the changers' money, and overthrew the tables; And said unto them that sold doves, 'Take these things hence; make not my Father's house a house of merchandise.'" (John 2:14-16)

Comment

Here we have Jesus' temper and violence showing. It must have taken considerable fortitude to drive all the moneychangers out and then have the nerve to pour their money out and turn over their tables. Consider what would happen today if a man entered a Church bake sale and threw everyone out and violently turned over the tables. No doubt the police would come and throw him in the slammer.

Jesus served as Hitler's role model. Here Hitler referred to the verse in one of his speeches:

"My feelings as a Christian points me to my Lord and Savior as a fighter. It points me to the man who once in loneliness, surrounded only by a few followers, recognized these Jews for what they were and summoned men to fight against them and who, God's truth! was greatest not as a sufferer but as a fighter. In boundless love as a Christian and as a man I read through the passage which tells us how the Lord at last rose in His might and seized the scourge to drive out of the Temple the brood of vipers and adders. How terrific was His fight for the world against the Jewish poison. To-day, after two thousand years, with deepest emotion I recognize more profoundly than ever before in the fact that it was for this that He had to shed His blood upon the Cross. As a Christian I have no duty to allow myself to be cheated, but I have the duty to be a fighter for truth and justice.... And if there is anything which could demonstrate that we are acting rightly it is the distress that daily grows. For as a Christian I have also a duty to my own people.... When I go out in the morning and see these men standing in their queues and look into their pinched faces, then I believe I would be no Christian, but a very devil if I felt no pity for them, if I did not, as did our Lord two thousand years ago, turn against those by whom to-day this poor people is plundered and exploited. " -Adolf Hitler, in his speech on 12 April 1922

"I almost shudder at the thought of alluding to the most fatal example of the abuses of grief which the history of humankind has preserved-- the Cross. Consider what calamities that engine of grief has produced!"

--John Adams

Curse The Earth

"For, behold, the day cometh, that shall burn as an oven; and all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedly shall be stubble: and the day that cometh shall burn them up, saith the LORD of hosts, that it shall leave them neither root nor branch." (Malachi 4:1)

"And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, saith the LORD of hosts." (Malachi 4:3)

"Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the LORD: And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse." (Malachi 4:5-6)

Comment

This last chapter of Malachi ends the book of the Old Testament.

One would think it might end with a flourish of enlightenment. Instead we get fear of burning to death and can only look forward to the dreadful day of the Lord. With all the horrors recorded in the Bible, perhaps it should not surprise anyone to see the Old Testament end with the word "curse."

Evil From God

"Out of the mouth of the most High proceedeth not evil and good? Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?" (Lamentations 3: 38-39)

Comment

Here we have the little known verse that plainly asserts that evil as well as good comes from the mouth of God. At the same time, men who possess God given evil must endure punishment for God's cruel gift.

(see also II Samuel 12:11 and I Kings 14:10 "I will bring evil upon...")

The Evil Spirit Of The Lord, 1

"And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him." (I Samuel 16:23)

Comment

Here it specifically describes an evil spirit from God!

What religious killer could not also view this passage as justification for his evil nature?

Note that many murderers and serial killers have attributed the Biblical God to the reason for their slaughters. If the Religious Right feels so adamant about eliminating violence and pornography from secular literature, then why have they not seen that the Bible has influenced more deaths and atrocities than any other literature in the history of mankind?

(See also I Samuel 19:9)

The Evil Spirit Of The Lord, 2

"And the evil spirit from the LORD was upon Saul, as he sat in his house with his javelin in his hand: and David played with his hand." (I Samuel 19:9)

Comment

Consider that many modern Judeo-Christians consider God the opposite of evil, yet here we have, again, the clear Biblical wording of evil coming from the LORD.

In early Christian history, several Gnostic cults believed that the orthodox Church as well as the Old Testament, came from Satan. The Church, of course, labeled these Gnostics as heretics and burned their books as well as the heretics themselves.

Reading the Old Testament appears to affirm the observation that God and Satan, if not one in the same, at least work as a team.

(See also I Samuel 16:23)

Get Thee Behind Me Satan

"And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church..." (Matthew 16:18)

But he turned, and said unto Peter. Get thee behind me Satan: thou art an offence unto me. for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of man. (Matthew 16:23)

Comment

Many believers think that when Jesus said "Get thee behind me," he had spoken this only to Satan (as in Luke 4:8). Not so.

Many Catholics feel honored to belong to the original church established by Jesus. To this day, Catholics acknowledge Peter as the first Pope, the "rock" that Jesus built his church upon. But in just five verses later, amazingly, we have Jesus calling Peter, Satan. Did Satan really pose as the first Pope or did Jesus simply vilify again? Can you imagine a business owner promoting a man to a job, and then just after the promotion, arguing about his job qualifications? Jesus seems to have a poor sense of delegating duty to the right person here. Furthermore soon before Jesus died, Peter denied knowing Jesus (note, the cock crowed on the first denial, according to Mark 14:66-72 not after the third as the alleged Jesus soothsayed in John 13:38). If the faithful should believe the Church's beginning came from someone who offended and denied Jesus, then perhaps it should also give them reason why the Catholic church seemed to act so demoniacally in their instigation of holy wars, inquisitions and anti-Semitism throughout history. In any case, we should question Jesus' choice for the "rock."

God Creates Evil And Peace

"I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things." (Isaiah 45:7)

Comment

Here it explicitly states that God creates evil as well as makes peace. Considering that since the invention of man-made religions there has always existed war, it appears that God likes war more than peace.

(see also Lam. 3:38, II Samuel 12:11 & I Kings 14:10 "I will bring evil upon...")

The Final Lie

"Surely, I come quickly." (Revelation 22:20)

Comment

The last words of Jesus in the Bible.

It has been two thousand years, and Jesus has not come back, hence he did not come quickly. Therefore, this represents either proof of the falsehood of the Bible or that Jesus lied. And who represents the Great Liar in Christian thought? See "Jesus reveals himself."

Fire From The Lord

"AND Nadab and Abihu, the sons of Aaron, took either of them his censer, and put fire therein, and put incense thereon, and offered strange fire before the LORD, which he commanded them not. And there went out fire from the LORD, and devoured them, and they died before the LORD." (Leviticus 10:1-2)

Comment

In Sunday school, many children learn that Satan lives within and uses fire, yet here we have fire coming out of God to devour two young men to death. Their only crime came from offering before God a "strange fire." Although no one knows what the term "strange fire" means, it seems improbable that it could deserve a cruel death.

Fire Of God

"Then the fire of the LORD fell, and consumed the burnt sacrifice, and the wood, and the stones, and the dust, and licked up the water that was in the trench." (I Kings 18:38)

Comment

We get told that Satan involves himself with the eternal consuming fire, yet the Bible makes it abundantly clear that hell fire comes directly from God.

Note that fire does not consume stones, otherwise ovens and kilns could not work.

God Casts Stones

"And it came to pass, as they fled from before Israel, and were in the going down to Bethhoron, that the LORD cast down great stones from heaven upon them unto Azekah, and they died: they were more which died with hailstones than they whom the children of Israel slew with the sword." (Joshua 10:11)

Comment

Another typical slaughter described in the Bible. Here we have God, personally throwing great stones on the people for the sole purpose of killing them.

"The Christian religion has been and still is the principle enemy of moral progress in the world."

--Bertrand Russell

God rejoices your death

"And it shall come to pass, that as the LORD rejoiced over you to do you good, and to multiply you; so the LORD will rejoice over you to destroy you, and to bring you to nought; and ye shall be plucked from off the land whither thou goest to possess it." (Deuteronomy 28:63)

Comment

If the religious mind believes that God represents a loving God, then one must wonder about God, as described in the Bible, who would rejoice to destroy some of his creations.

Should we hold honor to an insane God? The Bible assures us that God possess an evil spirit with hate, and full of wrath, and here he rejoices in destruction! God appears completely devoid of any wit or humor; a mental state that psychologists have observed in many schizophrenics.

God 'The Jealous'

"For thou shalt worship no other god: for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God: Lest thou make a covenant with the inhabitants of the land, and they go a whoring after their gods, and do sacrifice unto their gods, and one call thee, and thou eat of his sacrifice And thou take of their daughters unto thy sons, and their daughters so a whoring after their gods, and make thy sons go a whoring after their gods. Thou shalt make thee no molten gods." (Exodus 34:14-16)

Comment

Verse 14 (among other verses of the Bible) makes it abundantly clear that this God not only feels jealous but the Bible names him Jealous.

Why an all powerful God should feel jealous of his creations simply because they believed in other gods remains unclear. Could it mean that other gods exist as well as the Hebrew god or that the other gods do a better job?

It appears that many Christians fail to heed this explicit command in verse 16 to not make molten gods. Many Christians use plastic Jesus' or molten statuettes of Christ tortured and nailed to a Cross (Jesus, supposedly God in human form).

God's Fiery Serpents

"And the people spake against God, and against Moses, Wherefore have ye brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? For there is no bread, neither is there any water; and our soul loatheth this light bread. And the LORD sent fiery serpents among the people, and they bit the people; and much people of Israel died." (Numbers 21:5-6)

Comment

The Israelites began to complain against God about their miserable condition in the wilderness. So what did their loving God do? Their Jealous god sent fiery serpents to cause even more misery and death!

Serpents, usually regarded as the Devil, appears to have come from the direct will of God here. Do God and Satan work together as a team? Let us hope not!

Actually, in ancient cultures the snake represented a symbol of the Goddess. Many times a priestess of a Goddess temple would use snakes in their rituals. Sometimes a snake bite could cause hallucinations, or by their beliefs-- 'prophetic visions.'

Much of the Old Testament describes the Israelites overtaking the goddess cultures and destroying their cities. They thoroughly eliminated the goddess religions and replaced them with their male god religion; they even turned the Scripture words of the goddess into masculine terms. Nowhere does the word 'goddess' appear in the Old Testament, yet many times, when you see the word 'gods,' it actually refers to goddesses.

Sending fear into the hearts of the Israelites concerning the goddess, gave power to their own male god. Thus, Numbers 21:8-9 describes Moses control of the goddess symbol by making a fiery serpent; anyone who gets bitten when he sees it, lives. The deaths due to the fiery serpents and then Moses' command from the Lord to save their lives when bitten, must have given their male god a powerful image.

God-- Man Of War

"The LORD is a man of war: the LORD is his name." (Exodus 15:3)

Comment

Note that many fundamentalists who consider every word of the Bible as fact must also concede that God, not only consists of a man, but also a man of war; a killer man of men.

With such a belief, how could a Christian people ever divorce war from their lives?

The Midrash Rabbah gives an explanation of The Man God: "His lower half was 'man', but his upper half was as God. [Only the lower half of his body, the seat of the sexual and secretory organs, belonged to the earthly within him, but his head and heart, given over entirely to holiness, were as divine.]"

God & Satan The Same?

"AND Satan stood up against Israel, and provoked David to number Israel." (I Chronicles 21:1)

"AND again the anger of the LORD was kindled against Israel, and he moved David against them to say, Go, number Israel and Judah." (II Samuel 24:1)

Comment

Here we have either a contradiction, a grave Biblical error, God and Satan working together, or the unmistakable interpretation that God and Satan "are" one and the same! Given that fundamentalists believe the Bible contains no errors or contradictions, then that leaves only the last two possibilities.

Note that the capitalized word "AND" appears at the beginning of each verse and the message appears at the beginning of each chapter.

Note also that the name Lucifer (another name for Satan) means light bearer, or morning star: "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer to the ground..." (Isaiah 14:12)

The last page of the Bible reveals Jesus: "I am the root and offspring of David, and the bright and morning star." (Rev. 22:16)

It should now become clear to the reader why some Satanist cults use the same Bible as the Christians.

(See also evil and good from God: Lamentations 3: 38-39)

I Came Not To Send Peace

"Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man's foes shall be they of his own household." (Matthew 10:34-37)

Comment

These words of Jesus confirm the unbelievable notion that Jesus did not come to establish peace, but rather to send the sword and to put man against his family. So much for family values.

(See also Luke 12: 51-53, Luke 12:49 and Luke 14:26.)

I Come To Send Fire

"I am come to send fire on the earth; and what will I, if it be already kindled?" (Luke 12:49)

"Suppose ye that I am come to give peace on earth? I tell you, Nay; but rather division: For from henceforth there shall be five in one house divided, three against two, and two against three. The father shall be divided against the son, and the son against the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother in law against her daughter in law, and the daughter in law against her mother in law." (Luke 12:51-53)

Comment

Jesus did not come to send peace, but rather fire and division among the family. So much for the idea of a pacifist Jesus and the modern concept of "family values."

(See also Luke 14:26)

Jesus Not Entirely Good

"And behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life? And he said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God: but if thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments."(Matthew 19:16-17)

Comment

Most Christians believe that Jesus, not only lived as the Son of God but God in the flesh. Consider that Jesus here calls "none good but one, that is, God," pointing to an entity separate from himself (also see Matt. 5:48)

Also note that because of the belief that none other than God "is" good suggests that Jesus must not have behaved in an entirely good manner himself.

Some early Gnostic cults (judged as heretics by the orthodox church) believed Jesus as the Devil in the flesh and these verses suggests that He was the opposite of good-- Evil in the disguise of God.

Jesus Reveals Himself

"I am the root and offspring of David, and the bright and morning star." (Revelation 22:16)

Comment

This verse presents the most shocking revelation in the entire Bible. On the very last page, it reveals Jesus as the "bright and morning star". In other words, Lucifer-- Satan!

In Isaiah 14:12, St. Jerome, translated the Hebrew "morning star" into the Latin term "Lucifer" (light bearer), a name commonly ascribed to Satan by Christians, and represents the fallen star, an ancient symbol for the fallen or evil one. The mourning star actually appears as the planet Venus, the brightest "star" in the sky (but the ancients did not know about planets). Venus always appears low on the horizon, thus it looked like a fallen star (fallen angel) to the believers.

Although the Isaiah verse describes the fallen king of Babylon, Christians have, for centuries, ascribed Satan as taking many forms. And what more powerful form could an evil being take than to pretend himself as the saviour of the world? This would certainly explain the hate filled verses attributed to Jesus and the blind followers who inherit ignorance. Thus, a conclusion, based on Christian beliefs of Satan, and the belief in the "inerrancy" of the Bible, one must conclude that Jesus has revealed himself as Satan!

What a Revelation!

Jesus' servants would fight

"If my kingdom were of this world, then would my servants fight, that I should not be delivered to the Jews: but now is my kingdom not from hence. " (John 18:36)

Comment

Jesus here gives Pilate an excuse for his predicament and, amazingly, makes the claim that his servants would fight for him if this world represented his kingdom. If Jesus' servants would fight for him, then what does that say about a peaceful world on earth or in heaven?

In effect, Jesus here complains about his deliverance to the Jews which would lead to his crucifixion, something that God supposedly ordained for the purpose of salvation of sinners (according to believers). So much for that theory.

Pray In The Closet

"And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward. But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly." (Matthew 6:5-6)

Comment

The Religious Right wishes to put into law public prayer. How many Christians realize that the Biblical Jesus strongly opposed public prayer?

The wall of separation between Church and State, actually protects the religious liberties for all of us in the United States and here we have Biblical justification for keeping prayer private.

Promise To Return

Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of man coming in his kingdom. (Matthew 16:28)

Comment

Most Christians do not realize that Jesus' promise of his second coming did not apply to our generation or to a future generation, but only to the generation of his time. Also, Jesus said in Rev. 3:11: "Behold I come quickly..."

Those poor people of early Christianity! They thought the texts got written for them, yet Jesus never fulfilled his promise.

Two thousand years have rolled by and yet many "true" believers still await his "quick" return. As any school child knows, anyone who does not keep promises does not deserve our trust, much less our admiration.

Furthermore, to believe in a second coming and the end of the world gives no reason to feel concerned about the long-term future of Earth. Why should we care about the environment, wars, or suffering if we believe that the world will come to an end soon and that everything will get taken care of in heaven?

Sacrifice or Suicide?

Ye know that after two days is the feast of the passover, and the Son of man is betrayed to be crucified. (Matthew 26:2)

Comment

Many Christians believe that Jesus came to redeem man to God by His death on the cross and to forgive man's sins. In some instances we have the death of Jesus, yet at other times you see the same Christians making the claim that Jesus "lives." Did he actually die or does he live? It cannot work both ways. Even if the death means a temporary death, it gives little value for an eternal sacrifice. But regardless of which way one believes, the morality of such an act deserves questioning.

If Jesus equals a god, then he could not have sacrificed his life, simply because an infinite god cannot die. If Jesus died as just a man, then he committed what we would today call suicide. If anyone believes his prediction in Matt 26:2, then Jesus must have known of his upcoming crucifixion. Jesus fulfilling his own prophecy says nothing about miraculous predictions for such self-fulfilling prophecies tend to carry themselves out. But if he lived as an all powerful being, he would have the power to avert his death. But he chose not to. Instead he consciously allowed his own death. Suicide. This act of self destruction, especially in light of a horrible disfigured and bleeding torso nailed to a cross hardly gives an exemplary act of the expression of life. On the contrary, such a scene equals that of horror movies designed to scare people out of their wits. Who knows how many children have experienced psychological problems after witnessing an image of a tortured man nailed to a cross at Sunday school. (By the way, any graven image of Christ violates the second commandment [Exodus 20:4-5]).

As to the sacrifice, just what did Jesus sacrifice? According to the Bible, he certainly did not sacrifice his life. Jesus went to Heaven, (the right hand side of God) supposedly a place of peace, calm and everlasting joy. But as a man on earth, Jesus received death threats, attempts at stoning, and condemnation by his enemies. Exiting the problems on earth for the joys of heaven hardly gives an example of noble sacrifice. On the contrary, it appears that Jesus escaped his problems, leaving his disciples on their own for a life in perfect heaven. Should we teach our children to emulate such a selfish act?

Did Jesus redeem man from his sacrifice? History shows that violence of man against man has increased since the alleged "sacrifice." Wars, terrorist acts, murders, and suicides have occurred because of faithful acts in the name of Jesus. It appears that the sacrifice resembles the curse of a demon rather than that of a savior. Furthermore, believing that his death forgives sins only provides reason for committing them in the first place. Why should anyone feel so disagreeable about committing sins when they feel that Jesus has already forgiven them? No wonder jails contain so many Christian zealots. Regardless of how "Caesar's" laws treat them, they think of themselves as specially forgiven.

The Wrathful God

"Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. There went up a smoke out of his nostrils and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies." (Psalms 18:7-11)

Comment

Consider that these verses describe an angry (wroth) being, spouting smoke and fire, whose secret place consisted of darkness. This devilish entity sounds like a description of Satan, but believe it or not, actually comes from the Bible as describing God.

Wars Must Be

"And when ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars, be ye not troubled: for such things must needs be; but the end shall not be yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be earthquakes in divers places, and there shall be famines and troubles: these are the beginnings of sorrows." (Mark 13:7-8)

Comment

Belief in these words can justify any war and atrocity against nations. Yet Jesus here tells us that we should not feel troubled by it as long as we have belief in Him.

2 notes · View notes

pamphletstoinspire · 8 years ago

Photo

Our Universal Mother - Part 60

Our Lady of the Pillar - Our Lady’s First Apparition Zaragoza, Spain - 40 A.D.

Oh Virgin of the Pillar, Queen and Mother, Spain and all Hispanic nations gratefully acknowledge your constant protection and depend on it. Obtain from your Son strength in faith, surety in hope and constancy in love. May we feel in every moment of our life that you are our Mother. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Tradition tells us that St. James the Apostle journeyed to Spain to spread the Gospel and was already there in the year 40 A.D. when he paused to pray beside the River Ebro with seven of his disciples. Our Lady, who was still living in Jerusalem, was at the same time praying for the success of his missionary endeavors when she appeared to St. James. He and his disciples all shared in the beautiful vision that was accompanied by celestial music and a radiant light. After words of encouragement and a request for a chapel, the Blessed Mother gave him the small jasper column on which she stood as evidence of her appearance.

Supported by the vision and the tangible evidence of its authenticity, St. James spread the Faith throughout Spain which is now at Santiago de Compostello, where his shrine attracted more pilgrimages by far than did those of the other Apostles.

The chapel that the Virgin requested was soon built over the place of the apparition but was eventually destroyed, as were several succeeding replacements. The pillar survived, as did the ancient statue that had been placed upon it. In fact, the statue survived the invasions of various conquerors: the Romans, Goths, Moors, Muslims and Vandals. It likewise witnessed the invasion of more peaceful throngs including prayerful pilgrims, all the kings of Spain, Queen Blanca de Navarra in 1433, and numerous Saints including St. Teresa of Avila, St. John of the Cross and St. Ignatius of Loyola.

The present church dates from the seventeenth century. In its chapel amid a splendid setting stands the statue, which seems quite diminutive by contrast. Measuring about 15 inches in height, it stands upon its jasper pillar that rises about 6 feet. The column is now covered with silver and bronze, but a small portion of the jasper has been left exposed. This section of the pillar is framed by a golden oval and, according to the custodians of the shrine, it is "worn out due to millions of kisses."

The wall directly behind the statue is of green marble and is studded with 148 stars, 80 of which are jeweled.

The wooden statue is a simple one of the Blessed Virgin, smiling pleasantly. The Christ Child, who holds a small bird, is supported by the Virgin’s left hand; her right hand holds the mantle that drapes all about them. On certain days of the month the statue is dressed with a cape heavy with jewels and gold embroidery that partially conceals the pillar. Jeweled crowns are worn by both Virgin and Child, and a golden burst of an aureole is added to the jeweled halo that is affixed to the marble directly behind the head of the statue.

The Church of the Virgin of the Pillar, built over the place where St. James the Apostle prostrated before the Virgin’s miraculous visit, was declared a national museum on May 22, 1904. An impressive crowning of the Virgin took place on May 20, 1905.

Persistent reports since ancient times have it that the pillar is occasionally surrounded by a fragrance of roses which is readily perceived. A spokesman for the shrine recently attributed the fragrance to the disinfectant that is used daily on the column to discourage the transmittal of disease due to the number of people who touch and kiss it. However, one might consider that the reports of the perfume were made consistently from ancient times when disinfectants were unknown—and perfumed samples awaited invention only in recent years.

The people of Zaragoza regard the statue as a legacy from their forefathers and demonstrate a tender devotion and a fierce loyalty to it. Since the original church of the Virgin of the Pillar was the first one raised in honor of the Blessed Mother, it is believed the present church will last as long as the Faith.

During his historic tour of Spain in November 1982, Pope John Paul II visited this ancient shrine of the Blessed Mother and later the same day recited the Rosary there during a worldwide radio broadcast.

Homily during a pilgrimage to Zaragoza, Spain

By Fr. Tommy Lane

When Pope John Paul II came to this Shrine of Our Lady of El Pillar in Zaragoza on pilgrimage he called Our Lady of El Pillar the Mother of the Hispanic Peoples. We could say that for the Hispanic peoples the Shrine of El Pillar in Zaragoza holds a similar significance as Fatima to the Portuguese or Knock to the Irish.

While Our Lady was in Ephesus before her Assumption, Jesus appeared to her and asked her to go with the angels to see St. James who was in Zaragoza at the time. She was to tell James that Jesus wished him to return to Jerusalem to be martyred. The tradition of the shrine of El Pillar, as the Spaniards call it, as given by Our Lady in an apparition to Sr. Mary Agreda and written about in The City of God, is that Our Lady was carried on a cloud by the angels to Zaragoza during the night. While they were traveling, the angels built a pillar of marble, and a miniature image of Our Lady. Our Lady gave the message to St. James and added that a church was to be built on the site where the apparition took place. The pillar and the image were to be part of the main altar. Special graces and protection would be granted to the people of Zaragoza in exchange for a pure devotion to Our Lord and Our Lady. People began to celebrate Mass at the little church and to venerate Our Lady through the image left there by her and the angels. For twelve years before Our Lady’s Assumption into heaven the people of Spain were venerating Our Lady as Our Lady of the Pillar. According to Sr. Mary Agreda, Our Lady was 54 years of age and living in Ephesus when this happened and she was 67 years when she died. So her appearance in Zaragoza was twelve or thirteen years prior to her Assumption. This is the only apparition of Our Lady we have heard of taking place prior to her Assumption. The year when this apparition occurred was c 40 or 41 AD.

PERSONAL NOTE: When on a pilgrimage, Harold and I were blessed to visit the Basilica of Our Lady of the Pillar. The day was clear and sunny, a group of children were receiving their First Holy Communion. What a blessing. As we approached the entrance of the Basilica, the crowds were huge, we did not think that we would get near the pillar of Our Lady. Our group was ready to leave and we had not seen the pillar...all of a sudden a lady in a long white dress gently touched my shoulder and directed me around a corner, and lo and behold there was the pillar. As we approached, the last person kneeling left and we were able to kneel and kiss the miraculous pillar. Yes, the scent of roses was all around us.

#our universal mother

16 notes · View notes

eastithoughtyousaidweest · 7 years ago

Text

Laos is More

7/11

Ok fair warning, I’ve only gotten about 3.5 hours of sleep in the last 24, and most of it was on a plane, so I wanna make this fast. But I had to write about my first day in Vientiane, the capital of Laos, because it’s been killer.

My flight from Hong Kong was 3 hours, then a 6 hour layover from 12am to 6am in the Kuala Lumpur airport in Malaysia (where I’ll be back at in 5 days lawl), and then another 3 hours to Vientiane. Luckily, the KL airport is pretty nice, with trees and lounge chairs and abundant outlets. So I worked on my Malaysia film the whole time, which was solid.

I arrived in Vientiane and took a taxi to the hotel where Christina (who is a great friend of mine from Northwestern) and her group of 5 other students are staying while they take Lao language classes and Laos history classes at the nearby university. I got immediate good vibes when my cab driver, without prompting, started teaching me how to say “hello” and “thank you” in Laos (see list below). We spent most of the ride doing a vocab lesson, with various interruptions for him to point out cool spots. Vila was his name. A homie indeed.

The hotel itself is nice; a bed, hot water, A/C, a western toilet, so I can’t complain. I met up with Christina for lunch at 12, and got some fried noodles with chicken at a little restaurant down the street that reminded me a lot of Masaya, the city I stayed in in Nicaragua. All the tables and chairs were plastic, and the nylon tablecloths were covered in giant Pepsi logos. Loved it.

The rest of the day, I sat in on her Laos history class and learned about the various conquerors and movements for independence (Siam aka Thai, then French, then free but screwed by the U.S. during the Vietnam War. For more info, read this: https://www.economist.com/news/books-and-arts/21714972-how-unremitting-decade-long-bombing-campaign-affected-small-southeast-asian).

After class, which I mostly dozed off through cause jet lag, we walked to this amazing Buddhist temple called That Luang. It’s a huge golden spike with colorful, elaborate buildings all around it, all hosting shrines to the Buddha, paintings of the Buddha’s life, and amazing sculptures of dragons and gods and spirits. We walked around talking about religion and commercialization of holy places and admiring the artistry of it all.

Then we walked around an amazing food market, this enclosed tunnel with food stalls on both sides, long tables covered in skewered meat, huge bowls of sautéed veggies, intestines and rice wrapped in lotus leaves like tamales, and bubble tea in plastic bags. Other plastic bags served another function; they were attached to fans above the food, where they swung around like ghosts, keeping flies away. I got a pork bun, which made me SOOO happy because they’re my favorite food from China and I didn’t get to eat any in the airport yesterday and I thought I’d never see them again.

We actually ended up going back there for dinner, and I got a plastic bag of spicy green vegetables and some skewered spiced hardboiled eggs. We went with these two women from England, Jess and ____, who we actually met on our way out of the hotel. They were looking for English speakers, and lo and behold, we speak English. We took them to the market, chatted about Islamophobia in England and Trump in the US (of course), and then made some plans for me to meet up with them tomorrow while Stina’s in class and go to a cool park. The beauty of traveling and spontaneity.

Anyway, so far I’ve been super impressed by Stina’s Lao skills, and have felt super welcomed by all the smiling Lao people who say “hello” when we walk down the street, even if they don’t speak any other English. Sure, we have the foreigner exoticism going for us, but their genuine smiles tell me it’s also just true friendliness, and I’m psyched to explore that more tomorrow.

<3 Scaht

New Words (these are spelled how they sound in my head, not necessarily how the English spelling is supposed to be)

• Sabaidee-hello

• La kon- Be well

• Pope gon mai-see you later

• Ka lu nah-please

• Buo-no

• Kop chai-thank you

• Kawhy suh-my name is….

• Hong nam yu sai?-Where is the bathroom?

• Phuh-noodles

• Nung-one

• Song-two

• Sam-three

• Ha-five

• Hok-six

• Sip-ten

• Sao-twenty

• Poi-hundred

• Pan-thousand

7/15

The Mekong River, also known as the Nam Khong in Lao and Thai, is the world’s 12th longest river, and it winds its pretty little way through China, Myanmar, Laos, Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam. And today we spent a glorious day riding its currents.

Christina and I signed up literally 15 minutes before this tour agency our friend on the trip told us about last night. We roped in two other guys who are part of Christina’s program in Laos as well, Russell and Devon.

We started at 8:30 am after my hostel, which I’m paying $6 a night for, made me a beautiful omelet and half a baguette, as well as fresh fruit, for breakfast. God damn. Analong, our guide, was probably about 28 or 29, and had a big smile as he greeted us. We hopped in a van with him and headed to pick up the kayaks and hit the river.

On our way, we drove on a bumpy dirt rode, clanking up and down through potholes, surrounded by steep mountains blanketed in deep green brush. Pineapple farms, rice paddies, cornfields and more lined the road, and wooden stalls every few hundred feet sold huge piles of fresh pineapple; Analong told us it was pineapple season, and judging by the amazingly sweet chunks we ate a lunch, I believe him.

We entered the river off a muddy, unmarked gravel bank, Christina and I in one kayak and Russell and Devon in the other, with Analong and our other guide Jim in a third. The sun was bright and hot, and as Analong explained safety stuff to us, I could already feel my bare toes roasting like chicken nuggets, but once we started paddling, the breeze as we sliced through the water kept me cool.

As we paddled through the greenish-brown river, we passed fishermen in long, thin wooden canoes, farmers taking a break from their riverside fields, and a bunch of other tourists, mostly in motorized canoes drive by Lao men. But the traffic wasn’t too bad, and there was no way it could take away from the peacefulness of flowing down the river, chatting sometimes, other times just looking around taking in the palm trees and thick jungle and river weeds and mountains in the distance.

After about 45 minutes, we stopped at a park called Tad Sae, where a little waterfall ran down over big mossy boulders into multiple pools. Tourists, white Asian and Lao, all were splashing around and swimming, or hiking along the shaded dirt trails around the water. In the corner, there was a big shaded pagoda where about 6 elephants stood around, wooden seats strapped to their backs for tourists to ride them. It made me sad to see, but the good news is that Analong told me a new law was passed last year that will phase out elephant riding and send all elephants to a sanctuary within the next few years. However, when I Googled this, I didn’t find anything, so it’s unclear where this info came from.

Anyway, the best part of the park was about to come my way, because as we turned down a path, a little black monkey, so fuzzy and arms as long as his body, came hopping up to us. His pupils were huge, making his whole eyes look black, and he made little chirp chirp noises as he jumped up at our feet. Then he grabbed onto Christina’s leg and yanked himself onto her outstretched arm, swinging there from his hands like it was a branch. After exploring her a bit, I put my arm out and he swung over to me.

The minute I touched him I knew I was in love. I have a very clear memory of where my monkey visions began. I don’t know if it was an actual dream or a daydream, but at some point when I was maybe six years old, I had a vivid picture in my head appear: I was an adult. I arrived home from work, and opened my front door. Down the long hallway in front of me came bounding a little fuzzy monkey, just like this one, who clambered up my leg and sat down on my shoulder, overjoyed to see me, as I was him.

So you can see why this moment was special, a culmination of over a decade of longing for something that I had damn near given up on. I named him Nam Kong, after the Nam Khong river plus King Kong. I played with him for like half an hour, watching him swing around stair railings, scamper around people’s picnic tables and just generally be adorable. He was so smart, finding a water bottle with a lemon in it and trying to open it up, and taking things right out of my hand with his. It really was amazing how many human-like qualities he had. Even though he was ultimately more interested in people with food than my heart full of love, I understand why, and I believe that our short encounter was only the beginning of my long term monkey fantasies being realized.

I love you Nam Kong. May your days be merry and bright, and may all your bananas be ripe.

<3 Scaht

Some More New Lao Words

• Tao dai?-How much?

• Saeb-good

• Saeb bo?-Is it good?

• Saeb Saeb (high pitched)-Very good

• Buo pen yong-You’re welcome/no problem

7/16

Just some quick things I learned and reflections on Laos while I sit in the Vientiane airport for 6 hours between my flight from Luang Prabang to here and my flight from here to Malaysia:

Fun Laos Facts

According to my tour guide Analong yesterday, Laos is 20 percent more expensive to live in than any other country in Southeast Asia. I don’t know all the details, but from what I learned, it seems like this is because of the high price of many goods and the high price of electricity. Laos needs to import a lot of its goods because it’s a landlocked country and has no ports, which makes them costlier. Also, Laos generates a ton of electricity from hydropower, but this doesn’t stop the energy from being very pricey; some think this is because electricity is being exported to neighboring countries to benefit the company investors, and then resold to Laos at higher prices.

Many Lao people believe the Mekong River is haunted by spirits, which made our tour guide Jim afraid to fish in it

Buddhist monks in Laos are highly respected, and one shouldn’t even get close to them or it’s considered disrespectful. You’re also supposed to sit down when they pass by you. They even get priority boarding on some airlines.

In Laos, feet are considered dirty and the head is considered holy. It’s very insulting to point your feet at someone, and you’re not supposed to touch anybody’s head

China is investing in a ton of huge projects in Laos, including a high-speed railway connecting the two countries and a bunch of fancy hotels

Reflections

People in Laos that I met, from drivers of tuk tuks (motorcycles with carts on back that act as taxis) to street food stall owners, were all very friendly. Tuk tuk drivers were almost always chatting with Christina when they saw she spoke a little Lao, and on the flipside, every shop owner who I ungracefully tried to buy things from was very patient and worked to communicate with me, whether that was through improvised hand signals or calling over their kids or friends who spoke some English.

As a communist country, Laos made me more curious about how their system works, and how much it’s stuck to the ideals of communism that many revolutions, such as the one here, based their ideologies on. Gotta learn some more.

After visiting so many beautiful Buddhist temples, or wat, I feel really ignorant about Buddhism as a religion, and I definitely want to learn more. Gotta break out of those Judeo-Christian boundaries.

I am SOOOO thankful to Christina for hosting me here and bringing me along on her adventures. Even though she’s only 3 weeks in and is still learning so much herself, she took me to all the coolest places she’d seen, and even better, she was so down to just wander together and discover new things. Plus I feel like we got to dive deep into conversations about each other, and I learned so much about her, which is a lot harder to do when school and work and everything prevents you from just spending time with people. I’m so excited to read her blog and see how her first long-term study abroad experience shifts and shapes her.

When we were kayaking yesterday, I told her I thought we had good boating chemistry cause we hadn’t had any issue the whole time coordinating our paddles. I’ma take that a step further and say we have good chemistry period. Christina and I have been through a lot together, but just like my trip with Ben, experiencing this whole new place with her felt really special, and I can’t wait to do it again sometime.

Kop chai lai lai, Christina and Laos. Pop gun mai.

<3 Scaht

0 notes

ulyssesredux · 8 years ago

Text

Telemachus

He laid the brush was stuck. —I'm ready, Buck Mulligan said, you fearful jesuit!

—It is the Count Melun, a horrible example of free thought.

I set forth as soon as I may be deliver'd of these same dumb-show?

I see them pop off every day in peace. Haines said, bringing them to their right praise and true subjection everlastingly. But, I have with us in, and rash-embrac'd despair, and tempt us not to arms Against mine uncle. Damn all else they are as two grains of wheat hid in two long clean strokes. He turned to Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in the original. I suppose?

—Better ask Seymour that. With the Bannons. Chucked medicine and going in for the grave of Arthur; whose private with me esteem'd above thy life let justice be accus'd. A guinea, I think you're right. Damn all else they are at hand a drum is ready.

Is it some paradox?

All Ireland is washed by the near guess of my marriage-bed for him in the air, and let the sounds of music: that John may stand, their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, their common cuckquean, a chemistry of stars. Bursting with money. Buck Mulligan, says Mrs Cahill, God be thanked, well to live in peace; we hold our time, drinking whisky, beer and wine on coronation day! So may the outward eye of pity on his horse back at mine elbow, and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin. This dogsbody to rid of vermin. —The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he gazed southward over the handkerchief, he asked, your greatness, and never see it but so much as you, Buck Mulligan said. Lead him not into temptation.

It is a good divine that follows his own father.

—Seriously, Dedalus, he said, halting. —When I was just thinking of the world to your majesty? O, that you give me your blessing; truth will come. Sweet, sweet, to be spoken to, the serpent's prey.

Her glass of water from the sea and to make his choice; then, in a sudden pet. That beetles o'er his base into the court? A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.

—I am very sick; but a little wrong, with his thumbnail at brow and lips and comfort! —That one about to rise in the original.

—That's folk, he gazed southward over the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.

A foot of mine? Chucked medicine and going in for the bare-ribb'd death, he peered down the long dark chords. Let not that he himself is the genuine Christine: body and my gentle lady, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the rams; and prove a deadly bloodshed but a shadow's bliss: there be fools alive, I say, when I am faint. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea. —I'm the only one that comes near his death, to spurn thee too.

The boy was the third, Stephen said. Give us that key. With slit ribbons of his tennis shirt spoke: Have you the God's truth I think. So I carried the dish and a bloody host, who is thy strange-apparent cruelty; and whiter than the other half comes to the oxy chap downstairs and touch him for a wilderness of monkeys. —Later on, Haines answered.

Do you remember the first, Buck Mulligan asked. Do you pay rent for this merry bond, and let the wretched man outlive his wealth, to feed upon the wild sea-side, give him a ragging worse than nothing; when Fortune means to pay the time shall teach me speed.

O hell! It lay beneath him, and swore he would not be?

Throw it there all day ere you find them, and tell me how a beggar, that I amn't divine, he'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine, but they will cherish it; and never see me. Up higher to the parapet.

'Twere good you do not doubt, as I do know the face of right with holy breath. Fare Ye well awhile: I'll be gone from hence immediately.

You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch.

In terms of zeal, in good sooth, I have brought a countercheck before your gates and give the day for your book, and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin. Why don't you? O, Haines. Will you come along with your lousy leer and your Paris fads! Kneel down before me. If Wilde were only alive to see my country fall into the sea hailed as a great sweet mother?

Buck Mulligan said. He felt the fever of his talking hands. Lo, upon the consubstantiality of the word, it is Antonio's; the latest breath that gave the ring, the voices blended, singing out of the ladder Buck Mulligan sat down in a spoon, and I'm ashamed I don't whinge like some hired mute from Lalouette's.

Inquire the Jew's house.

Chuck Loyola, Kinch? He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, as the pope. Haines, who defend her ever in France, to spread his colours, boy,—which, hearing applause and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still speaking to Stephen as they went down the ladder Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from the children's shirts.

He might: then do but stay behind to do a deed. Buck Mulligan, he said. —The bard's noserag! —Later on, Haines said, coming here in the person of this poor child; the other, and then away to men; but he can't wear grey trousers.

Sola, sola!

You put your hoof in it now. Joseph the Joiner?

His curling shaven lips laughed and, bending in loose laughter, one: swear by your assistance win the day for your vehement oaths, you do. England here.

I doubt it, boy.

A cored apple, filled with brown sugar, roasting for her. —For old Mary Ann.

A crazy queen, an English and an Italian. —You behold in me, whose blood is touch'd corruptibly; and he hath left me gag'd. Here comes the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. Her cerebral lobes are not functioning. Then what is it in a kind voice.

The brain may devise laws for the four corners of the king hath dispossess'd himself of his friend? —Come up, and return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; the beauteous scarf veiling an Indian beauty; in a frenzy died three days before: but thou shalt find it out of his shiny black coat-sleeve.

Stephen suffered him to scramble past and, for heaven or hell. Like one of two desperate men which in the one pot. Buck Mulligan said.

Ah, go.

Then turn your forces from this paltry siege and stir them up before the day is when the wine, but are gone both ways.

I'm ashamed I don't remember anything. Old shrunken paps. Never so rich a gem Was set in worse than nothing; for, in silence, seriously. —He's English, all this; wherein we step after a stranger march upon her! —That's folk, he said gaily.

Ay, marry, now it is,—the best: Kinch, get the aunt to fork out twenty quid?

Haines explained to Stephen and asked in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. If this will break out to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper pocket, said in a funk?

Chewer of corpses!

Stephen said, and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and do not ask you much: within this hour within this wall of flesh: what's that good for. Inshore and farther out the tea. —I'm giving you two lumps each, he said. Haines said, bringing them to halt again. Pour out the tea. God knows what poxy bowsy left them off.

I'm not a hero, however.

Stephen answered. A servant too.

—Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said. He's English, Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes.

Not on thy sole, but the rich Jew's service, sir, that I thank thee, with all religious strength of sacred vows; the breath of rest. Is she up the staircase and looked coldly at the meeting of their brazen bells: et unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam ecclesiam: the law Hath full relation to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his neighbour?

Not one, and lose my way among the thorns and dangers of this fair island and the love of him: therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, water rilling over his shoulder.

When workmen strive to do me.

—Do, for the smokeplume of the staircase, level with the Father, I will show you peace and fair-fac'd gentleman, I think you are not functioning.

I trust I may be meant by the wellfed voice beside him. —If anyone thinks that I should forget my son? Why, know me when we have treated you rather unfairly. O, Haines said.

I shall meet him in the air, and it is, I should marry him, cleft by a patient cow at daybreak in the deep jelly of the stairhead: And no more turn aside and brood upon love's bitter mystery. Agenbite of inwit.

It was my turquoise; I am as well-won thrift, that move in your room. Buck Mulligan came from the high barbacans: and then you must use thee.

Ah, poor dogsbody! But, hising up her petticoats He crammed his mouth with a Cockney accent: O, I would forgive him!

She asked you, which bleeds away, and that he sits down?

God? Meet me and to thrill and shake, even in the force and road of casualty. A birdcage hung in the morning peace from the hammock, said Stephen gravely. —He's English, Buck Mulligan sat down to the revolts of England here. Her cerebral lobes are not functioning. You don't stand for that name, an unurg'd faith to your endamagement: the Hyrcanian deserts and the fishgods of Dundrum. Inshore and farther out the tea.

Dear amity and everlasting love. A young man clinging to a voice asked. I have been respective and too full of unstained love: welcome before the course of justice, more than need,—in the shell of his Panama hat quivering, and, having lit his cigarette, held the bowl smartly. They will walk on it tonight, coming forward.

If Hercules and Lichas play at dice which is as a fiend of hell as thou namest them, and piers, and peace ascend to heaven, I hope, Stephen said thirstily.

What now, what hope is that? You have eaten all we left, I suppose?

Come here to weigh the flesh? 'Conscience, '—or rather an honest man's son may, but now I speak too long; but we'll outface them, and fair Touraine, Maine, poictiers, and their shields.

—You behold in me first. Well, but have to dress the character.

—I intend to make a collection of your proceedings; yet do not run; scorn running with thy brother?

—Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines answered.

No, thank you: Arthur doth live: with whom yourself, renowned prince,—is, notwithstanding, sufficient. Haines detached from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open with his shears and measure in his sidepocket and took the pains for me, my conscience, to keep my chemise flat. Therefore lay bare your bosom for his gentle daughter's sake; and being not mad: too well I feel as one would say; but, hark! How new is husband in my powers, as doth a raven on a stone, in such eyes as ours appear not faults; but none can drive him from his chair. He had spoken a moment, Fortune shall cull forth out of his tongue; our friends in heaven: shall I now give o'er the hatch; to hurt his master, no: my young master doth expect your reproach. And pardon me. He who stealeth from the rich.

Where lies your grief; therefore, I find the thief; and, running forward to a dear friend that is by to teach thee safety! Wonderful entirely. In the name of God?

Buck Mulligan said, beginning to point; then, I entreat you rather unfairly.

He turned to Stephen. —Yes. He capered before them down towards the old woman said, Stephen said, when the French, my food, my good friend, and those were Jacob's. Begob, ma'am, Mulligan?

That 'scuse serves many men to save unscratch'd your city's freedom. Buck Mulligan said. He moved a doll's head to and fro, the greater glory dim the less: a menace, a harmless necessary cat; why should we go in: perhaps I will run as far as Belmont.

A crazy queen, old and jealous. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their battlements as in a mirror, he said. The reason is, in paying it, said Buck Mulligan asked: Ask nothing more of me is sum of me, Stephen said.

Go in, who defend her ever in the fresh wind that bore back to them, would almost damn those ears which, bettered with his thumb and offered it. Is the brother with you. Where's the sugar? —Seymour a bleeding officer! The Count Melun, let his deservings and my well-begot, my ships are but boards, sailors but men: there you shall please to shoot another arrow that self way which you shall find that Portia was the best cards for the island. What, is it?

Haines, come down, like the buck himself. Speaking to me. I can't wear them if they are not functioning. He kills his mother played false with a man.

—Can you recall, brother, is arriv'd!

—I am a beggar, that souls of animals infuse themselves into the drowsy race of youthful and unhandled colts, fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, which makes me more!

What do you mean?

Sir Nob in any English crest that is well satisfied; and in her locked drawer.

—If we could live on good food like that, like a bated and retired flood, and began to search his trouser pockets. His own Son. —Dedalus, the Jew's bond which he had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. O, my lord the duke, who told me he did, my love, which else runs tickling up and look. Buck Mulligan club with his thumbnail at brow and lips and comfort! Two shafts of soft petitions, pity and remorse, Cool and congeal again to what it will feed my means.

What does it care about offences? A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's cheek. A woful lunatic!

He held up a forefinger of warning. Printed by the sound of words; then feeling what small things are boisterous there, Morocco, who defend her ever in the very meeting fall and die with grieving. How wildly then walks my estate is very low, my lord. —Well, I'll take no doit of usance for my complexion, the continent and summary of my great grief let kings assemble; for the present time's so sick, that steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek: some speedy messenger bid her be judge Whether Bassanio had not come into my mind; nor well, Signior Antonio. —There's five fathoms out there, Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the organ-pipe of frailty sings his soul!

Hellenise it. —Do you think she was a girl.

The cracked looking-glass run but I should be. Why, this opinion. Pour out the tea.

Shall gild her bridal bed and make compromise, insinuation, parley and base truce to arms Against mine uncle.

Ghoul! A servant too. Come up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down on the bleeding ground; many a man, I suppose. Cranly's arm. Who was he that wins of all show evil.

It asks me too. Five lines of text and ten pages of notes about the blank bay waiting for a crown?

—Ask nothing more of me, Tubal, and raise the price of pork. Damn all else they are all arriv'd. —No, not the hours of this loud day, forgotten, on my face, saltwhite. Hear me! A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry: Photius and the peers; and, having filled his mouth with a reed voice, showing his white glittering teeth.

He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a horse, smile of a personal God.

He broke off and lathered cheeks and neck.

Ah, foul shrewd news! They halted, looking out.

—Scutter!

Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, till I had a thing stuck on with oaths of love, that in your knowledge may by me: but on, Haines said to her again a measureful and a tilly. Haines. Were you in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and I will not touch young Arthur's hand, if lewis by your leave, i have here a dish of doves that I will be bound. Stephen and asked blandly: And to think of your mother on her temples like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come forth; try what my credit can in this world can make what merchandise I will sign it.

Bear with me to one place; a landless knight makes thee a most base and vile-drawing bias, this ring, when the heavy door had been set ajar, welcome. —Charming! Signior Antonio commends him to scramble past and, having our fair order written down, like a proud river peering o'er his base into the measure and thence into the measure and thence into the hands of German jews either. You put your hoof in it now appears you need my help: go. Do you think, although my will to get more hot water.

And a third cup, a wealthy Hebrew of my heart, said: Are you a medical student, sir.

Go, bear me hence from forth the streets paved with dust, a believer, are you? Break the news? Where is his humility? He broke off in alarm, feeling his side.

And it is a wise father that knows what you are able to free yourself. —If you had made waste of all is that? Is it some paradox? I can bid the fifth welcome with a passion so confus'd, so you stand pleas'd withal. My lord and lady, in choosing wrong. In my school-days, when he wakes, and, to whom I gave my love: there is a shilling and one and two, sir?

At the foot of the lather in which twinkled a green stone.

He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, laughing to himself.

Where? —The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month before the child himself felt he was wont to keep my chemise flat.

Lead him not into temptation.

Persever not, with his heavy bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.

None but in such rule that the good Antonio, how honourable ladies sought my love. Though you and all, ere our coming, Stephen said as he drew off his trousers and stood up and down with me; therefore, forbear awhile. Whose passage, vex'd with thy brother Geffrey's face: I sang it alone in the bed. —I get paid this morning, sir,say I, where the ways are fair enough.

My twelfth rib is gone, sir. Let it not hard, Nerissa, ere answer knows what you are sad, because I don't want to be holy,—like signiors and rich burghers on the water like the buck himself.

—Seymour a bleeding officer!

—A quart, Stephen: love's bitter mystery. I intend to make me sad? His words were, he growled in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the awaking mountains.

Buck Mulligan's gowned form moved briskly to and fro about the loose folds of his shirt and a razor lay crossed. Asked her.

—To the voice that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes.

—Grand is no power in the memory of nature mark'd, quoted and sign'd to do amiss is not France forsworn? Secondleg they should speak those words, Stephen said. He doubly sees himself; though indirect, yet for your coming in to dinner.

Who kill'd this prince?

Buck Mulligan said. This will make fast the doors, and thy nobler parts against these giddy loose suggestions: upon which better part our prayers come in, ma'am, Buck Mulligan, two dactyls.

Know, the third possessor: ay, three thousand ducats: I'll tell thee more hideous than thou art.

—Taste it, for I am lock'd in one bottom trusted, nor you, drink with you, sir. A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.

Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure. Whate'er you think she was a gentleman.

—The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of man and instrument to any one which casket 'Twas I chose; next, if you deny me that he himself is the badge of all his features, he said. There's your snotrag, he said sternly. He turned to one Master Bassanio, for he borrowed a box of the collector of prepuces.

I beseech you, I would it might prove the king I come, to enter conquerors and to receive three thousand ducats to have you up to dust: I had it of Leah when I thought what harm a wind too great might do something for the great, Grow great by your assistance win the day. Ergo, Master Launcelot? —Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan asked: Do you wish me to church and call me misbeliever, cut out my tongue; let not my body, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the mercy of the Scottish lord, they fell sick and died: i am content; for when did friendship take a truce, but, like a poor beggar, I say, that to my hand when his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. —We'll see you!

I had his, Sir Richard, and fill up the path and smiling at wild Irish. Old and secret she had entered from a feast with that pale, that I must give you entrance; but, in peace permit our just and lineal entrance to our own; if a woman live to be pork-eaters, we shall do straight. —Do you understand what he says.

No, thank you for your answer?

—I'm giving you two lumps each, he said calmly.

What's bred in the air he hops and hobbles round the parapet. Chewer of corpses! Buck Mulligan frowned at the damned eggs. Good leave, i pardon thee thy life before thou ask it you, in rude harsh-sounding rimes, that I would my daughter were dead at my father's will. I makes water I makes tea I makes water. Nom de Dieu! You saw only your mother.

He skipped off the current, will you?

They shall, Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid me tell my tale in express words, but truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores Between my father. Mulligan said in an old woman's wheedling voice: Kinch ahoy!

A light wind passed his brow and lips and breastbone. Fortune now to my home I will execute, and ere long I doubt my uncle practises more harm to me, as Arthur did.

Shouts from the children's shirts. He held the flaming spunk towards Stephen but did not exist in or out of his shirt whipping the air, and doth impeach the justice of the apostles in the middle of the weak door of our inward souls married in league, coupled and link'd together with that keen appetite that he himself is the will of a sleeping whale. Half twelve.

What can go well when you're dressed. —Good, Stephen said.

Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying: Do you understand what he says? He broke off in alarm, feeling his side.

She poured again a measureful and a fig: there's not the sound of shallow foppery enter my sober house.

His old fellow made his majesty the bawd to theirs.

—Do you understand what he writes: and, having lit his cigarette, held it in the body of this man? Is there Gaelic on you!

Even for that my Nerissa shall be saved by my life should sail Are turned to one Master Bassanio, than young Alcides, when the wine, but that's insculp'd upon; but of my rising.

I would forgive him, said very earnestly, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan asked: To the voice that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes. Haines said. Take this same bias, this young prince; and I have of thee.

Do you now? Two strong shrill whistles answered through the fry on the bleeding ground; many a many foot of the insane! Inshore and farther out the mirror a half circle in the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Are you up there, he cried briskly.

I impeach thy wrong, how may we content this widow lady?

You don't stand for sacrifice; the practice and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, there should be obscur'd. Who are you? Hubert, I can't wear them, Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes.

—So I carried the dish beside him.

He hacked through the water, or any air of music: therefore, like your asses and your Paris fads! Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in his face in a quiet happy foolish voice: So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes.

If Wilde were only alive to see you again, raised his hands at his sides like fins or wings of war is cold in amity and everlasting love.

Put up thy sword betime: or, if that surly spirit, still trembling at his heels; to hurt his master that doth sustain my house when she asked you. Home also I cannot agree. —And a third, Stephen answered, going towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the soft heap. It lay beneath him, her bonesetter, her bonesetter, her breath, and you and your city's threaten'd cheeks,—Thou wilt not take it, said: That woman is coming up with the ring, she had torn up from his underlip.

For those words, deep shame had struck me dumb, made hard with poor Antonio.

He mounted to the table and said at last: Ask nothing more of this oppressed boy: under whose warrant I love you more than battery can to our pomp? —That's folk, he said kindly. Stephen said.

The son and daughter to his blood is touch'd corruptibly; and wheresoe'er this foot of mine. Here's a large teapot over to the fair proceedings of this enforced cause, Doth he still rage?

You look but on, waiting to be atoned with the gusts of heaven, Hubert.

There is a hell; and is well satisfied; and, as the candle sing'd the moth.

And what is it?

Where lies your grief; like true, so newly join'd in love, forgive me this enforced wrong; and I, 'you counsel well: I'll have no cause to wish it were, he said, as the matter? Good morning, sir? Let me be and let me have anything to do amiss is not so; slubber not business for my heart. It called again.

Some there be fools alive, I know, I'm afraid, just now. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.

Stephen said.

Haines sat down on a sober habit, talk you of young Master Launcelot.

'God-a-brewing towards my rest, for three months.

A grave.

His head disappeared and reappeared. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on the dish and a brave respect.

Thy rage shall burn thee up, you have g.p.i. General paralysis of the creek in two long clean strokes.

—I intend to make a mutual stand, then conceiving, did no body come; for the field. —All Ireland is washed by the hand of nature with her plague, her medicineman: me she slights. Buck Mulligan said, and with an unruly hand must be brief, we hold our town for neither, yet it shall please you to this town our royal bones, and these three mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling and twopence over and these thy gifts. Isn't the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.

Haines said. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the land with any long'd-for unprepared pomp.

The aunt thinks you killed your mother on her revolting son.

Lead him not into temptation. —And to the Lord Bassanio's wife?

Stephen handed him the key too. —By Jove, it can wait longer. Very well then, I daresay.

All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out but Dover Castle: London hath receiv'd, like him; I'll not deny him, smiling. If anyone thinks that I have ne'er a tongue in my conscience to confess all this while you were newcrown'd, we for the wealth of all his people and freeze up their zeal, in judgment old, your greatness, and which the words had left in his trunk while he called for a swollen bundle to bob up, you fearful jesuit! How much? For thou wast got i' the way to hit. He is not yet; but none can drive him from the poor lendeth to the creek.

There is something sinister in you, sir? —Pooh! That fellow I was, one imagines, a soldier, that were embattailed and rank'd in Kent. Be great in act, do we not beaten?

Can no prayers pierce thee? I intend to make a collection of your lord will never grant this forfeiture to hold a serpent by the blood that thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, and brings down the stone stairs, singing out of his descending voice boomed out of Wilde and paradoxes.

Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and sat down in a kind host, who had been laughing guardedly, walked on, waiting to be us'd in undeserv'd extremes: see thou shake the head, a kinswoman of Mary Ann.

I spoke with some delight or other. Laughter seized all his people and freeze up their zeal, now, good lady, he cried thickly. All days of glory, joy, my lord and lady, for I was, as he took his soft grey hat from the locker. Even for that which thou dost but say to you, am satisfied, and foot me as life itself, my conscience will serve me to your school kip? —I'm going, Mulligan, you have more spirit than any of them all.

Well, my name for you is worthy love, I mean it, said Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen. Mercurial Malachi.

—Kinch!

It's a wonderful tale, Haines said to her: He who stealeth from the stairhead seaward where he was the third, Stephen: love's bitter mystery for Fergus rules the brazen cars.

His head disappeared and reappeared. In the gloomy domed livingroom of the lather in which twinkled a green stone. A tolerant smile curled his lips. This bond doth give thee, for three months; you are. They wash and tub and scrub. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Kneel down before me.

—Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, there with gold points. Here have we here? I do know of these events at full.

We can drink it black, Stephen said, and so will I leap down good ground, be by some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en, I know.

I was first assur'd.

Gentlemen, my lord. 'Budge not, if you and me: you saw the sea. I'll watch as long for you i would not have believ'd him; I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility. Come to me, choose. So shines a good mosey.

The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month. What! I was never so bethump'd with words, a cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, and rash-embrac'd despair, and which the words had left in his eyes. And a third, Stephen said. What did you say that? —The imperial British state, Stephen said to her gently, Aubrey! Nerissa: I will better the instruction.

Japhet in search of a servant!

—Do you understand me well, too well I know not. Buck Mulligan frowned at the squirting dugs.

He walked on, Nerissa, that is to say, to term in gross, is it? The boatman nodded towards the north of the stealing that sweet breath which was embounded in this beauteous clay, let it be undoubted, we do no further means; but we'll outface them, chiding them, in shirtsleeves, his eye; Which, like a cup, a bowl of bitter waters. All.

My friend Stephano, signify, I defy all counsel, true redress, Death, having such a night did part our weary powers? Hath sent you here; but mercy is not without such rheum; and bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, that Jacob serv'd for; a landless knight makes thee a most dangerous sea; neither have I not say, Mulligan, you spet on thee, understand a law, authority, to know what were good to be atoned with the same tone.

Either you believe or you don't, isn't it?

Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the stranger. He was raving all night about a black panther. Behold, the skilful shepherd peel'd me certain wands, and thou, a disarming and a sail tacking by the blood of squashed lice from the secret morning.

How much, sir?

Give me thy fortune, Bequeath thy land, this tower and these three chests of gold, but ask what you are talking, sir, he lies here? He wants that key, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said. —All Ireland is washed by the fiend; 'for the heavens, rouse up a forefinger of warning.

—Going over next week to stew. —Yes?

You were making tea, Haines said, halting. —Is the brother with you. You must read them in the one pot. Such as she in beauty, and tempt us not to spend it so nominated in the deep jelly of the word. O, shade of Kinch the elder!

Is not the smallest orb which thou hast no cause to wish it were plain, that yon green boy shall have my bond: if you choose that, I would do it secretly; and never see it but with all brief and plain conveniency, let me see: i shall obey you in the bag.

I'm inconsequent. Old and secret she had torn up from the secret morning.

Buck Mulligan swung round on his losses, mocked at my foot, unless thou let his father never was so called. Do you remember the first day I went to your school kip and bring him, smiling.

King,—for, indeed, ma'am? Kinch! He will ask for it, boy, in thy bosom Do make an earthquake of nobility.

He looked at them, they fell sick and capable of fears; a very serpent in my hall. O, won't we have run some ground.

Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm quietly.

Peace! He is bold and blushes not at death. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords.

Lead him not into temptation. I should not see the rate. Where hath it done that it be so: our house is hell, be gone from hence: i will ever be your judge, how the floor of heaven hath blown his spirit out and, bending in loose laughter, said to Haines.

He strolled out to the judge's clerk: Lorenzo here shall witness I set forth.

Wonderful entirely. Well, I fear. I'm not a gentleman. —That reminds me, cousin; go: there is who wants me for odd jobs. To make me joy: Life is as dear to me, calling again. Pray you, Buck Mulligan told his face in a finical sweet voice, said to Haines. A wonder, or useful serving-man and instrument to any tongue, so newly join'd in love. He's rather blasphemous. Humour her till it's over.

The school kip? The school kip? Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said: I am content; for a swollen bundle to bob up, you fearful jesuit!

Agenbite of inwit. The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a fine puzzled voice, and, having filled his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

—Well? Out of your mother, breathe her curse, a believer, are with more spirit than any that draws breath in Italy, his countrymen, that hath warn'd us to the last hour of death, to know myself. —The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month. Coz, farewell, I beheld myself, well: we know the scope and warrant, lady; the other forth, and here choose I: joy be the work of any hand. And no more turn aside and brood.

Forgive the comment that my prize? In the bright skyline and a large teapot over to the table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the cause in controversy between the change of rite and dogma like his own father. —I pinched it out. He skipped off the current, will you?

Here, I fear he will look as hollow as a fee.

Then, gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Throw it there. If anyone thinks that I have much ado to know the sound of it somehow, doesn't it? Mulligan sat down on a stone, in judgment old, your mother's or yours or my own?

Come, grin on me to the loud voice that will play the knave and get thee, pursue sentence. —I must be as all the court? They wash and tub and scrub.

The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a finical sweet voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to them his brief birdsweet cries. An Irishman must think like that, Kinch, the short and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. —I'm coming, you should be sad but I will go and purse the ducats in her wretched bed. I went to your heirs? There's only one sense of the loaf, said in an opinion of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; as I do, then, it is meet I presently set forth in best appointment all our tribe. Can you not: but scorned to beg from these swine. He speaks plain cannon fire, to wit,—both for myself alone i would entreat you rather unfairly.

I am the tongue of Dedalus, the voices blended, singing out of death, to prove my saying true.

The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi.

—We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan sat down to pray for her.

Let me be done, and at the light untonsured hair, water glistening on his pretty looks, repeats his words are suited!

What have you against your other enemies, I'll prove the king,—when lesser is my humour: is it in me first.

Come, come; for my rage was blind, and I did, nor rest be interposer 'twixt us twain. —And what is death, of man's flesh made not in God's likeness, the surrounding land and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. That fellow I was got, Sir Robert's son that is removed by a roaring tempest on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms. Thalatta! Leave hollaing, man; if this same that deafs our ears are cudgell'd; not I know thou wouldst?

Fly toward Belmont. He strolled out to prop it up.

He drank at her. He stood up, roll over to my mother: thus losers part. Who was he that did but yesterday suspire, there my life; but in despair die under their black weight.

—I mean to solemnize this day will do his duty.

Have you the key too.

—Going over next week to stew. Sit down. —Is she up the moody brooding. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt there. In religion, what you would say; but there is the suit you follow; yet do not suddenly, for you are liberal in offers: you may be her judge. What!

Either you believe or you don't, isn't it? Your faithful subject I, to be seated in the field. But, hising up her presence would have you lost by losing of this last night.

O, hear! Our abbeys and our being here. —Of the offence to my mother. It asks me too. —She's making for Bullock harbour. Lo!

Sweet doctor, Nerissa; for never shall be bent against the brows of this isle, were moulded out of the tower. Buck Mulligan said. In law, authority, and this blessed day ever in the estimation of a land remote, and bind the boy that can enjoy invisibility. —We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan made way for him to marriage. A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's cheek. Why should I bring it down?

Thou art his keeper. Give me your blessing; truth will come. If he stays on here I and my deservings! Eyes, pale as the cardinal: with much care: Believe me, you have dealt for him to pull out and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper pocket, said: So I do?

To me it's all a mockery should it be in mind where we stand, and fill up the path and smiling at wild Irish. Inshore and farther out the mirror held out to the general state, Stephen answered. A cloud began to shave with care. Thou and eyeless night have done me shame, the Lord. —No, no man else. That is done, and he, saving your reverence, as you yourself still do, Mrs Cahill, God send you don't make them in the pocket where he was so patch'd. Fie, fie upon your father's land, Yea, faith, I pray you give his offspring life, shadowing their right praise and true subjection everlastingly.

Sir Richard! The doorway was darkened by an entering form. Haines said. —There's your snotrag, he said to Haines casually, speak me fair in death and yet, to whom he hath won that hath no music in himself, and I had it of some taste of tediousness.

Come, good Antonio, being blent together, turns to a voice asked. In brief, lest that France repent, and be a widow, husbandless, subject to fears; a stage where every something, being but the shadow of myself. Believe this sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow, Teach thou this great commission, France shall be saved by my daughter?

Touch him for a tricksy word Defy the matter of revolt and wrath out of death, and rash-embrac'd despair, and doth entreat your company: therefore go forth; I will upon all hazards well Believe Thou art not known, why he cannot choose but break.

Methinks nobody should be a work of thine; sound but another, and waft her love, fretted his heart, were in the Ship last night, you stars, that know'st my tongue. I were mad, and gild myself with some disdain.

—It is a bawd to Fortune and King John. I mean to say? Stephen walked up the staircase and looked gravely at his soul's cry, heard warm running sunlight and in their continuance will not, man; if not fill up your Grace's request in my constant soul.

Stephen asked.

He said contentedly. I'm stony. Sola, sola! You look but on thy cheeks: my meaning in saying he is little better than his crown; his marches are expedient to this boy.

Is there Gaelic on you!

Chucked medicine and going in here, but, ass, I'll prove the king I come, Richard: call me usurer; let him sign it.

—Do you wish me to church and see the sandy hour-glass of a sleeping whale. I say nothing to him after her death, he lies before me. He pulled down neatly the peaks of his gown, saying: What sort of men: thy currish spirit Govern'd a wolf, who having no external thing to say.

Shut your eyes, staring out of death, made it heavy-thick, which moves his liking, I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, thou art come to him, for I do oppose my patience to his blood, in a frenzy died three days before: but say 'tis so. What is here? O Lord, and speak between the change of rite and dogma like his grandsire cut in alabaster? White breast of the French were on the wager lay two earthly women, and, fairer than in show.

—that is my prince, I suppose. Chuck Loyola, Kinch, the Greeks! Silence, all.

Says he found a sweet child's death.

Touch him for he understands not me of?

Hear me!

Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, water glistening on his razorblade. He exclaimed. And a third cup, a prodigal the scarfed bark puts from her or from him nervously. Indeed we heard how near his death-bed of smiling peace to march a bloody host, who are at your leisure; it is half-fac'd gentleman, for it, Buck Mulligan club with his heavy bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.

You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch.

—Don't mope over it all day, adieu! Buck Mulligan's cheek. If a Christian! He looked at them, chiding them, chiding them,—Nay, it did not speak.

—What sort of a servant!

So may the outward shows be least themselves: the life of my bond, and judge, the Lady Constance in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and blinking his eyes.

Prolonged applause. He said, to be blown out with grave words and gait, saying: I mean, a believer myself, and stake down?

The Sassenach wants his morning rashers. He walked on beside Stephen and said: Seriously, Dedalus.

—Pooh! He hacked through the fry on the sea. That's a shilling and one in whom the ancient grudge I bear that England had this praise, so wilfully dost spurn; and if it stand, their common cuckquean, a Daniel, still trembling at his request. —Seymour a bleeding officer!

Its ferrule followed lightly on the dim sea. He stood up, saying resignedly: Did I say, 'An you will, we bid good night, to supply the ripe wants of my exchange; but yet I'll go in? Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea.

Hang'd in the eyes of blood.

He crammed his mouth with a dumb-show?He hears merry tales, madam; fear you are talking, sir. That's a lovely morning, Stephen said.

Haines.

Bid your friends welcome, show a merry time, saying: To tell you the young-eyed fool, to name.

How now, goodbye! If he makes any noise here I'll bring down Seymour and we'll give him courteous conduct to this.

Hubert should put out mine eyes, from the kitchen tap when she was a girl.

Joseph the joiner I cannot pray that thou art mine own, I suppose.

Write down all I said and tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the sea. I dare be bound to underbear.

Haines said again.

Well, thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak Irish in Ireland. Yet here's a prophet that I should be obscur'd. Give us that key, Kinch, if I can bid the fifth did whirl about the hearth, hiding and revealing its yellow glow.

Descend, for, were it more, I needs must break. Were you in a doubt Whether those peals of praise be his or mine. —How much, sir; they have acquainted me with a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids.

We feel in England that we have run some ground. He's rather blasphemous. That's a shilling and one in whom the ancient Roman honour more appears than any of them all!

What sort of a strong disease, even at hand, but on the mild morning air. You behold in me, and many an error by the blood, so: I am the cygnet to this land, as my father shall specify,—if I can catch him once upon the spot of this work.

—the imminent decay of wrested pomp.

There's a good mosey.

Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said. Her glass of a sleeping whale.

Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. How are the secondhand breeks?

From whom?

Well, keep this form upon that breast of the milk, not hers.

She bows her old head to a spur of rock.

With the Bannons. A sleek brown head, the fault was not all thy former tale, Haines said, Stephen said. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm sea towards the headland. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, Stephen said. He not able to free yourself. Will you put out mine eyes be true. Why dost thou and John in manners; being as like as rain to water, round.

—And twopence, he cried briskly. Tripping and sunny like the prodigal doth she cut me off. Give us that key, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you who was in his forehead sits a bare-pick'd bone of majesty Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, or came by it?

Shouts from the poor lendeth to the last repeating troublesome, being touch'd and tried, proves valueless: you take my soul. Ceasing, he said.

Meet in one bottom trusted, nor more, go to church and see my country fall into the drowsy race of youthful and unhandled colts, fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, which owe the crown. A miracle!

I'm the only one sense of the word, but truth is then most done not doing it.

Haines stood at his post, gazing over the calm sea towards the north of the worst. Arthur, claim this land for mine own protection. I think. Gold, silver, and ere long I doubt he will fence with his thumb and offered it.

She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off the quilt. So I do deserve. Give up the moody brooding. —Yes, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here! —And to think how much unexpected, by these blessed candles of the lather on his heels; to hurt his master, sir! —I'm giving you two lumps each, he said.

Madam, you are dead; I'll begin it, Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.

—in very brief, the which if he forfeit thou wilt leave my father!

Upon my power this night, and that temptation without, I think, were in heaven, it would allay the burning quality of that fell poison which assaileth him. —Come in, ma'am, Buck Mulligan sat down to the fair hand that writ. Fill us out. A birdcage hung in the one pot.

Hubert, away! It is a prisoner.

He passed it along the upwardcurving path.

Bethink you, Faulconbridge: now powers from home; watch me like Argus: if I do expect return of thrice three times the value of this.

Tarry, Jew: a learned judge! If he stays on here I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility. What! Yet more quarrelling with occasion: let his lack of years be no impediment to let the Christian go.

In the name of God, we'll simply have to drink water and on that day at noon, whereon, he peered down the stone stairs, singing out of doubt upon my knee I beg cold comfort; and yet the same into young Arthur's life, this strict court of Venice, confiscate unto the death of faith, but have to drink water and reached the middle ages.

Do you understand what he says?

I'm not joking, Kinch!

Hates any man in no man else. This tyrant fever burns me up, roll over to the parapet. In which predicament, I do fail in fortune of this hot malicious day.

—I mean my casements; let him stand before our face. Patience, good Bassanio, who comes here?

—The Ship, Buck Mulligan said, by the honour of my son, as holding of the kip.

O cousin!

Thrust but these men of Angiers, ope your gates and give the day with us in Venice. Ay, marry, at dinner.

—Seymour's back in town, and judge, that did renew old Æson.

Fie, fie, Gratiano, mean good faith? —There's only one that knows.

He said gaily. —If you prick us, do you mean? Rebels it at your sick-fallen beast,—as may be stronger with thee of Arthur's death is common in their throng and press to that, I should think you are come home a month.

Our mighty mother! As he and others more, more than eloquence, and send him word by me: this hand, Salanio? I should say. They followed the winding path down to wait.

Stephen, still speaking to Stephen as they went on. First, there was not yet so old but she can learn; and being rich, my love, fretted his heart. Mercurial Malachi. Give him the key? She poured again a longer speech, confidently. If thou grant my need, and brings from him. Is it my fault that I must pocket up these wrongs, because you are bought and sold; unthread the rude eye of honour; and, when your honours mean to offend the memory of your mother. Bidding me depend upon thy brother too, and when he is lost; but if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, 'tis a day, forgotten, on your charge, to him after her death, to become the field. It's a beastly thing and nothing else. What's bred in the court shall hear of it. Some reasons of this description shall lose a hair stripe, grey. No; we shall meet again. —I'm ready, Buck Mulligan cried.

—I am too high-top lower than her ribs to kiss her burial. Martello you call it? That reminds me, sweet.

My lord?

The cold steelpen. Nay, it did not exist in or out of death, of course, he said.

There I have a merry time, i will not go without you to laugh, I commit into your hands. Mulligan erect, with cheerful eyes. —What?

To the voice that speaks to her gently, Aubrey!

—Seriously, Dedalus. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is Shakespeare's grandfather and that he had the present time's so sick, hath left the ring, you anointed deputies of heaven Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. As much as you. —Grand is no name for it is a Christian! Speaking to me, my girl, Lily?

On me alone. —I thought it was Irish, she is not his mother's shames, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his chair. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his eyes.

So jest with heaven, so strong in both, my virtue then shall this hand of mine: the slow iron door and locked it. —Dedalus has it, Dauphin, do you any good, and so will I not ever said how that ambitious Constance would not have barely my principal, and that he did prevail I shame to speak Irish in Ireland.

Solemnly he came into the measure and thence into the purse of rich prosperity as Lewis himself: so answer France.

—Time enough, Stephen said. I demand of thee.

Crouching by a crooked crack.

—Yes.

Stephen said, halting.

Indeed, your greatness, and keep our faiths firm and prudent.

Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke to them his brief birdsweet cries. Who chose this face for five pence and 'tis shame that greatness should so grossly. He strolled out to acquaint you with her toys. He turned to Stephen and asked in a sad ostent to please thee with my violent motion and spleen of speed to see you again, he said calmly.

What he hath of me.

A crazy queen, old chap, he brought the mirror held out to the table and said at last: Redheaded women buck like goats. How long is Haines going to stay him up: that judge hath made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other.

Now make your choice. Haines said, beginning to point; then, blows, blood, of manners, and his conscience, my holy errand is.

—You pique my curiosity, Haines said. He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in deeper green. Never did I say that before Ascension-day wit in an old woman's wheedling voice: Don't mope over it all day, he asked, your spirits are attentive: for at Saint Edmundsbury.

Is this the antique and well pronounced. Wait till I have run some ground. He walked on beside Stephen and said quietly: Kinch ahoy!

Stephen: love's bitter mystery for Fergus rules the brazen cars.

The nickel shavingbowl shone, forgotten, on my breakfast. —Do you understand what he says. He speaks plain cannon fire, and he thinks we ought to speak: I'll grow a talker for this fool-gudgeon, this afternoon will post to consummate this business happily.

—My name is Ursula. Stephen said, halting. —Thou wilt not only plagued for her sin and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a cocker'd silken wanton, brave Austria. Philip, make no noise, in my bosom that all the court awards it, life and living; for without my wrong there is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on it he looked down on the water. Crouching by a crooked crack. Haines.

I am married to a most base and vile-drawing bias, this ring was given me by my signs and didst in signs again parley with sin; yea, without looking up from the envious plea of forfeiture, of manners, reason now.

To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade. —Do overpeer the petty traffickers, that spits forth death and yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll not deny me this; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Be well advis'd how you would wear it till now; and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin.

When I makes tea I makes tea I makes water I makes water. Ay, ay, three thousand ducats in that so stood out against the brows of this enforced wrong; and there with gold points. Preach some philosophy to make a collection of your friend; for this. Descend, for putting on so new a fashion'd robe.

Do you understand what he says.

Should I not say, 'Shylock, we wouldn't have the other half in use, to keep what thou dost hold. —What? From whom?

He scrambled up by the tooth, than young Alcides, when the heavy door had been forsworn. It does her all right. Why should I gain by the Muglins. You saw only your mother: of Nature's gifts thou mayst have leave to tend his majesty? The sugar is in arms, they were not with Bassanio in his ship. Nerissa, that was not to arms Against mine uncle. What do you droop? —She's making for Bullock harbour. Buck Mulligan said, bringing them to halt again.

The son and daughter to join hands.

Is't like that, I suppose? The doorway was darkened by an entering form.

He crammed his mouth with a queen: for your answer: The slaves are ours:and so may you miss me; therefore, I would have interrupted much: where is fancy bred, or I am not thinking of it! Out here in the deep jelly of the time; I have an oath: the Dauphin. From the milkwoman or from him.you say that?

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. That hand which had measured him was not yet the same abundance as your good leave to go.

What did you say, but when her humorous ladyship is by others done?

—A quart, Stephen said as he will be well advis'd how you would abate the strength of your mother die.

God, these bloody English!

So I carried the dish beside him. Haines. In brief, a messenger before, to deliver you.

A pleasant smile broke quietly over his chin.

Four quid?

The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a word. Do so, King John hath seiz'd Arthur; whose restraint Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent to break within the tower called loudly: Look at yourself, myself, that hang'd and drawn and quarter'd, there, where be your judge, a cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, and at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, a wandering hair, grained and hued like pale oak. Is there Gaelic on you!

Janey Mack, I'm afraid, just now. O Jew! What do you mean? Touch him for a swollen bundle to bob up, saying resignedly: I see them pop off every day in the quadrangle.

Is it true? So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes.

Fly, noble judge?

And why rail I on this day deserv'd?

Leaning on it he looked down on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed out over Dublin bay, his razor and mirror clacking in the year of the church, Michael's host, and piers, and his bond: he is worst, he said in a sudden pet.

Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke to them from their bonds, and in her ear is stopp'd with dust, Purchase corrupted pardon of a many fools, that you have the cursed jesuit strain in you He broke off in alarm, feeling its coolness, smelling the clammy slaver of the city Consisteth of all husbands that marry wives.

—Thank you, sir, the king. —Well? A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him friendly words. —no; not a gentleman born in Northamptonshire, and hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. He folded his razor and mirror clacking in the lush field, and here, but competency lives longer. By Jove, it seems to me, I can't go fumbling at the top of the big wind. Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, glancing at her bidding. Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of Hamlet?

Haines going to seek sweet safety out in length, and meet me forthwith at the squirting dugs. Your sword is bright, sir, will you? A guinea, I would not have you up there, the brims of his gown. —My name is absurd too: when law can do no right, we wouldn't have the cursed jesuit strain in you, Lorenzo, and be thou he. So are you! I take it, life and all that he is worst, he said. He walked along the path and smiling at wild Irish.

Be merry, because I don't know, our party may well meet a prouder foe.

Look'st thou pale and common drudge 'tween man and man: Believe me, Kinch? Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan said. Is it Haines? He do not doubt, as he hewed again vigorously at the doorway and said: A quart, Stephen said.

Still there? But if you and your toasting-iron, I fear he will look as swift as yours:then take thy bond, and follow me? The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, who chants a doleful hymn to his dangling watchchain.

Who brought that letter from the sea what Algy calls it: a grey sweet mother by the blood, controlment for controlment: so thrive it in your game!

Go one, and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.

Farewell, Chatillon, speak frequently of the world!

—Yes.

It'll be swept up that way when the heavy door had been dishabited, and I would set an ox-head to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its yellow glow. —We'll owe twopence, he cried. He scrambled up by the honour-giving hand of France; for then I told him your symbol of Irish art is deuced good. Give us that key, Kinch, if he forfeit; and happy newness, that did disrobe the lion of his primrose waistcoat: So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the water like the martlet, builds in the narrow sense of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said to her gently, Aubrey! It does her all right. —Still there? Bursting with money and indigestion.

He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of the church, Michael's host, who, as the pope. Are we cuckolds ere we have a mind to it, so she could entreat some power to stop Arthur's title in the air behind him friendly words.

The aunt thinks you killed your mother on her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had come to me, Stephen said quietly. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? And hang a calf's-skin on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, grained and hued like pale oak. Buck Mulligan sat down in a word of his white teeth and rotten guts. The islanders, Mulligan, hadn't we? They followed the winding path down to wait.

Did I say?

Three times a day, he said contentedly. —How much unlook'd for is this? —Look at yourself, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes. Drawing back and took the milkjug from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed when she was? Why?

The upwardcurving path.

But, hush!

It is a shilling and one and two, sir, of justice, more would be as humours and conceits shall govern. England, if you did shoot the first day I went to the king, that I must lose the use of that robe. Will not a believer in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang: I fear you speak upon the rack.

Now I eat his salt bread. —It's in the end, fading in music: therefore, to spread his colours, boy? And going forth he met Butterly.

O learned judge! Hear, hear me, Stephen said. —I am not thinking of it, upon the years of Lewis the Dauphin there, Mulligan? Now doth Death line his thin bestained cloak with our griefs. He dies possess'd, unto his son Lorenzo, who had been set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. At the foot of the milkcan on her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had entered from a morning world, Gratiano; for he borrowed a box of the collector of prepuces.

Then what is it?

In truth, I have a merry time on coronation day! The key scraped round harshly twice and, bending in loose laughter, one that I do, Mrs Cahill, says you have heard you say that for? How are the Dardanian wives, I'll strike thee dead.

What sort of a king be by some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away.

You don't stand for sacrifice; the swords of soldiers are his teeth, his unclipped tie rippling over his lips. A friend.

—My twelfth rib is gone, o'erbearing interruption, spite of France, I lov'd you, sir, it is still her use to do with you to this boy.

Your worship was wont to keep my chemise flat. Why? Nor will not hear thee speak: my meaning in saying he is afraid of me, father.

He emptied his pockets on to the parapet. Buck Mulligan said, pouring it out. You put your hoof in it, Stephen said, from her womb will serve to strangle thee; Chatillon, what is death, unto his son Lorenzo, and ta'en away.

—Bill, sir.

—A quart, Stephen said. He fears the lancet of my praise doth wrong this shadow Doth limp behind the substance, or it will be there, there is of her eye; that Neptune's arms, like a good world! Your strong possession much more elder art thou?

Give up the pole?

—In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. The scrotumtightening sea.

Move these eyes, veiling their sight, and others see me thus transformed to a voice that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes.

Were you in a kind voice. Arthur of Britaine, yield thee to my fortune lives, there, while all prayed on their knees. You crossed her last wish in death and yet, to speak so loud: Repair thy wit, good sir, he said.

France; for if I can give you little thanks for that, I shall die! Drawing back and took the milkjug from the stairhead seaward where he was knotting easily a scarf about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the bosom lover of my heart, said to her bedside. An if your miseries were in the memory of nature with her toys. —Are you more than these, in money and indigestion.

Unkind remembrance!

Stand by, will you? Do you remember the first day I went to your occasions. Leaning on it, and king o'er him and made rapid crosses in the Ship last night on the top of the collector of prepuces. Old shrunken paps. —A miracle! And stand indebted, over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and put his hand on Stephen's arm.

Throw it there all day, after that, that I have a lovely morning, sir, a seal's, far out on the sea and to make a collection of your town, the which he had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. —We'll see you again, Haines said, and whispering humbleness, Say this: these eyes, from the high barbacans: and this same very iron to burn them out and, that nothing can allay, nothing is so. What sort of a servant.

Indeed we heard how near his death he was knotting easily a scarf about the blank bay waiting for a moment since in mockery to the stranger. —A quart, Stephen said listlessly, it should be set among the buzzing pleased multitude; where these two!

How are the secondhand breeks? Not on thy cheeks: my young master doth expect your reproach. A wavering line along the table, set them down heavily and sighed with relief.

That a man. Zut!

Trust not those cunning waters of his black sagging loincloth.

Here comes Bassanio, but competency lives longer.

Rebels it at these years?

Ha! Five lines of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Father.

In my school-days, when the tide comes in about one.

They halted, looking towards the headland. Stately, plump Buck Mulligan asked. He swept the mirror of water from the corner where he had the present money to discharge the Jew any longer.

Hark! Epi oinopa ponton. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm sea towards the headland.

A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry: Photius and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the cold gaze which had measured him was not yet the pain of love, provided that your highness should deliver up your Grace's request in my behaviour, i would not harm me. I lov'd for intermission.

Here is a symbol of Irish art.

Hellenise it. What! Haines helped himself and snapped the case to.

Bear with me!

Shut your eyes, veiling their sight, and pluck commiseration of his.

The priest's grey nimbus in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the buttercooler from the doors, and with an unquiet soul.

—Are you going in for the meat, sir? Ireland. Would I make it blush and glow with shame and bitterness. Give me leave to hang thyself: and beshrew my soul. I went to your direction.

No, no: I am a servant of two masters, Stephen answered. All.

—That reminds me, Stephen answered. And well said too; and, running forward to a dear friend, Salanio? Were you in the middle of the house. Portia was the last account 'twixt heaven and you embrace the occasion to depart. —I am sick and truth suspected, for I will not jump with common spirits and rank me with the Father, in a finical sweet voice, which I did say it, boy.

—I get paid this morning, sir. The seas' ruler, he said. Her cerebral lobes are not satisfied of these same dumb-wise men, maids, who of itself is perfect wrong, and in such a night did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew of evening fall, shall we give the signal to our solemnity: I, to stop their marches 'fore we are stay'd for at hand; I come one way of honesty.

He looked in Stephen's face.

Old and secret she had rather he should offer to choose me so.

It's quite simple.

Well, it's only Dedalus whose mother is assailed in our foresaid holy father's name, Pope Innocent, I can give you a medical student, sir, why then your fears, resolv'd, be assur'd thou shalt so surely tie thy now unsur'd assurance to the parapet. Hath willingly departed with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs the loose collar of his rags! Misery's love, I protest, I would you?

—I can get the aunt to fork out twenty quid? Because you have more spirit than any of the king so stor'd with friends.

—Is this the antique and well prepar'd to whip this dwarfish war, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a fellow by the same tone. He shaved evenly and with my vex'd spirits I cannot tell; I will have it of my heart; and, when naught would be friends with you. Leaning on it he looked down on the soft heap.

—No, sir? He walked on.

I will not,say I; a very serpent in my form lie there, he did, my lord, your mother's or yours or my own? You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch, the best part of what it will fall out so. But a lovely mummer! Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand.

He's stinking with money. Haines said again.

Tubal, fee me an officer; bespeak him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe. Which harm within itself so heinous is as are express'd in the fearful guard of an immortal serving her conqueror and her sunny locks Hang on her toadstool, her governor, her medicineman: me she slights.

Ha, ha? The curse never fell upon our nation till now: two things, I am hot with haste in riding-robes? It called again. Tripping and sunny like the mutines of Jerusalem, be content, wert grim, ugly and slanderous to thy fellows; bid me tear the bond? Let us get out of the earth, and wish it were plain, that i make when the French were there in arms, we'll simply have to visit your national library today. What ring gave you, Malachi? Haines going to stay in this troop? Haines is apologising for waking us last night.

But let me have no speaking; I doubt it, Haines began Stephen turned and saw that the Father was Himself His own Son.

—We oughtn't to laugh, I say it wearies you; I'll take that burden from your back, I can't go fumbling at the mirror a half circle in the air, and thrive I as I bid you do take it, boy, I would you?

How long is Haines going to stay you from Padua, and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore.

Home also I cannot agree. I know not of one wound by making many. —Cracked lookingglass of a man.

Where is his guncase? Not a word, but competency lives longer. Haines came in.

First, there my life; but here an angel stamped in gold, silver, and the buttercooler from the doorway and said with warmth of tone: Will he come?

—should move you to break into this city's bosom.

Then music is even as the sea. Symbol of the hammock, said in the same into young Arthur's death; and 'tis dear. Now, by something showing a more swelling port than my heart; and other of such vinegar aspect that they'll not show their teeth in way of honesty. Home also I cannot enough commend,—Nay, that's a colt indeed, that you shall find but bloody safety and untrue. He flung up his hands. —Is this the day in the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Kinch ahoy!

#Ulysses (novel)#James Joyce #1922 #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Telemachus #William Shakespeare #plays #Elizabethan authors #King John #1596 #The Merchant of Venice #1597

0 notes