#born to attend a private academy with my lover

[sapphiccanadian]

oh, to be a young boy in the 20th century attending a boys-only private academy while my friends help me sneak out after hours to see the sunshine aspiring poet from a few rooms over

[michelo-thedreamer]

BLOG NUMBER THREE

Sunday, February 6, 2022

Mara Nettleton Michaud is my primary character in the story Flight from Egypt.  I chose the name Michaud as a tribute to my first cousins of Quebecois descent and to symbolize the agrarian/ working class Quebecois people who migrated to Maine seeking better lives as mill workers.  Mara is of staunch New England Anglo descent having been raised a privileged offspring of a mercantile family that owns the Nettleton supermarket chain (fictional).  She was born in Portland, Maine and grew up in a seven-bedroom house on Portland’s West Promenade, overlooking Casco Bay.  Attending a private academy, she graduated honorably and without incident, hoping thereafter to intern in one of her family’s many supermarkets.

(vintage postcard)

Her father, believing that women in retail was an unseemly prospect, packed her off to a pricey small town private college.  Her family’s plan for her was to serve as a marriageable pawn in furthering their grocery empire.  But to chagrin of her family, she married Joel Michaud, the son of papermill workers in Rumford, Maine and liberal idealist active as a union official at a Maine nuclear power plant, Wiscasset Yankee Atomic Power Plant.

(photo copyright by ND Paper Corporation)

I am reminded of Sanjeev in Lahiri’s short story “This Blessed House” having acquired a spouse from “a suitably high caste” as a partial motivation for a good life and, likely, achieving his family’s approval.  But thinking of Mara’s family intentions for her life,  Joel Michaud, of course, was not of suitably high caste.

(photo from Bibilcalcouseling.com, a source of advice Mara’s family would support)

Though Joel wooed Mara with his sensitive and intelligent personality as well as a tender lover, Mara has never-settled misgivings in having defied her patrician family in marrying Joel. Her chosen path has been more difficult than that planned by her family. Their married life is challenged by persistent budgetary challenges and Joel’s area reputation as an agitator for liberal causes.  While she loves and admires her husband, she was raised to be comfortable, not confrontational.  She’s a graduate of the staid Colby College, while Joel bootstrapped himself over time with a degree earned over time at Southern Maine University following his Navy service.  Mara’s college friends are establishment souls who pity her life.  Joel’s are partying activists who live and play hard. Mara and Joel are often at odds over their life’s differences: Mara, with marked hesitance, usually accedes to Joel’s approaches.

Mara does not have an established sense of self-esteem: she has been raised to comply and does that handily.  However, she’s smart enough to know she should, in some ways, step out on her own path.  Her college friends and  women at her local liberal church call her dowdy behind her back.  Much to her dislike she has a boyish figure and a face that could have been called child-like had it not been so unremarkable.  Again, like Lahiri’s Sammy, Mara is not happy with her body, she with her shape and he with his height.

Her hair is fine and straight, shoulder-length with a dull dark brown tone without highlights. Her clothing styles of choice adhere, at best, to what some call LL Bean chic owning to her persistent donning of corduroy shirtwaist and denim shift dressed, flannel-lined parkas, and, in winter, gum soled boots.  

https://www.askandyaboutclothes.com/community/threads/ll-bean-christmas-1984-catalog.235188/

She smokes irregularly, a habit she acquired during preps for college final exams … though she loathes the habit, she excuses it as a product of stressful episodes.  She has been finding life more stressful than previously; hence, more smoking.    

What drives Mara? During normal times she would have claimed that she was driven primarily by the requirements and demands of raising three children, each younger than adolescents.  Her youngest, Joshua, is still an infant. Painfully aware that her life, both pre- and post-marriage, has not abundantly enabled her the independence to seek her own life’s course as she thinks she should.  She naively believes that those opportunities were prohibited from her and, in this belief, she is driven with a desire to ensure those opportunities are afforded to each of her children. It is not obvious to her self-understanding that she is not necessarily open-minded to her offspring taking steps that deviate from her own ideas of an appropriate life.

Yet Mara is fiercely loyal to her family, husband and children alike.  She does not suffer criticism of those in her family lightly and will take any step to protect them from physical or emotional harm.  Hence, Mara’s ongoing primary motivation: protecting the very lives of those she loves.  She is on the run for reasons that have yet to be elaborated.  She must act swiftly and wisely, to be quick on her feet to take the actions needed at any moment to carry her family to safety.  In summary, she has embarked on a short course to live her immediate life in a way that she has never lived her past.

As with Sammy in John Updike’s story “A & P”, Mara’s ongoing plight is triggered by actions and activities that preceded the story’s beginning.  Mara’s plight is significantly more sobering, however, than a young man’s difficulty in learning the world’s ways … she has no other choices if she wants to survive. She is fleeing in the night in a borrowed car.

[theanonymousb]

My 20 Best Korean Drama

1.    Hi Bye Mama

Genre: Fantasy, Drama

Plot:

Cha Yu-Ri (Kim Tae Hee) has been a ghost since she died 5 years ago. She left behind her husband Jo Kang-Hwa and their child. To become a human again, Cha Yu-Ri carries out a reincarnation project for 49 days.

Meanwhile, Jo Kang-Hwa (Lee Kyu-Hyung) works as a chest surgeon. He was loving, but, after his wife died, his personality changed. After 5 years, his wife Cha Yu-Ri reappears in front of him.

2.    It’s Okay to Not be Okay

Genre: Romance, Drama

Plot:

A story about a man employed in a psychiatric ward and a woman, with an antisocial personality disorder, who is a popular writer of children’s books.

Moon Kang-Tae (Kim Soo-Hyun) works in a psychiatric ward. His job is to write down the patients’ conditions and deal with unexpected situations, like if patients fight or they run away. He only earns about 1.8 million won ($1,600 USD) a month. The woman (Seo Yea-Ji) is a popular writer of children’s literature, but she is extremely selfish, arrogant and rude.

3.    Angel’s last Mission

Genre: Romance, Fantasy

Plot:

Kim Dan (Kim Myung-Soo) is an angel. He is also a troublemaker and also optimist. Lee Yeon-Seo (Shin Hye-Sun) is a ballerina who does not believe in lve.

Dan then receives a mission. If he succeeds, he can return to Heaven. His mission is to find true love for Yeon-Seo, but soon falls in love with her.

4.    Prison Playbook

Genre: Black Comedy

Plot:

Je-Hyeok (Park Hae-Soo) is the best relief pitcher in Korea. He will to the U.S and sign a contract with a major league. One night, he hears his sister screaming and sees a man running out of her apartment. Je-hyeok and the man get into a physical struggle with Je-Hyeok striking the man with a rock. Later, Je-Hyeok receives a 1 year prison sentence for using excessive force. Devastated, Je-Hyeok must adapt to life in prison.

Meanwhile, Joon-Ho (Jung Kyoung-Ho) is a friend of Je-Hyeok and works in the prisonas an officer. He waits for Je-Hyeok’s arrival.

5.    Chicago Typewriter

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Friendship

Plot:

This drama follows the lives of two men and a woman through two eras; one during the 1930s Japanese occupation of Korea and the other in the 21st century. Han Se-Joo (Yoo Ah-In) who was a writer in his past life and a bestselling author in the present. But Se-Joo is depressed with writer’s block so he can’t write his next book.

Yu Jin-Oh (Go Kyung-Pyo) owned a bar in his previous life. In 2017 he is a talented ghostwriter who can bail Se-Joo out of his predicament, but the mysterious man has a condition for his services. Se-Joo may not be able to meet it.

Jun Seol (Im Soo Jung) was a sniper. Now she has extremely variety expertise. She is a former Olympian hopeful, a veterinarian and a book lover who runs her own delivery service. She oscillates between extreme fandom and an anti-fan of Se Joo.

The intricately woven story of these three characters unfolds to reveal strange mirroring connections between the time periods as well as possibilities for past lives to be redeemed or improves in the modern world.

6.    Uncontrollably Fond

Genre: Romance, Melodrama

Plot:

Sin Joon-Young (Kim Woo-Bin) and No Eul (Bae Suzy) were in love in ther younger days. But uncontrollable circumstances separated them and they went their separate ways. Joon-Young is now a superstar actor and singer, while No Eul became a producer-director of documentaries. When their path cross again years later. Joon-Young discovers that No Eul is now very different person than he remembered – materialisticand willing to do anything to get ahead.

7.    Penthouse: War In Life

Genre: Suspense, Life, Drama, Family, Mature

Plot:

The residents of Hera Palace, a luxury penthouse apartment with 100 floors, have many secrets and hidden ambitions. Sim Su-Ryeon (Lee Ji-Ah), who was born into wealth, is the queen of the penthouse apartment. Cheon Seo-Jin (Kim So-Yeon), the prima donna of the residence, does all she can to give everything to her daughter. Oh Yoon-Hee (Eugene) comes from a poor family background, but she strives to enter high society by becoming the queen of the penthouse, the pinnacle success in her eyes. A battle for wealth, power, and prestige at Seoul’s most coveted penthouse begins.

8.    Crash Landing On You

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Military, Political

Plot:

Yoon Se-Ri (Son Ye-Ji) is an heiress to a conglomerate in South Korea. One day, while paragliding, an accident caused by strong winds leads Yoon Se-Ri to make an emergency landing in North Korea.  There, she meets Ri Jeong-Hyeok (Hyun-Bin), who is a North Korean army officer. He tries to protect her and hide her. Soon, Ri Jeong-Hyeok falls in love with Yoon Se-RI.

9.    Itaewon Class

Genre: Romance, Business, Friendship, Life

Plot:

On the first day of attending his new high school, Park Sae-Ro-Yi (Park Seo-Joon) punches his classmate Jang Geun-Won, who was bullying another classmate. The bully is the son of CEO Jang Dae-Hee (Yoo Jae-Myung). The bully's father runs restaurant business Jagga where Park Sae-Ro-Yi’s own father works. CEO Jang Dae-Hee demands to Park Sae-Ro-Yi that he apologizes to his son, but Park Sae-Ro-Yi refuses. Because of his refusal, Park Sae-Ro-Yi gets expelled from school and his father gets fired from his job. Soon, an accident takes place. Park Sae-Ro-Yi’s father dies in a motorcycle accident caused by his ex-classmate Jang Geun-Won. Burning with anger, Park Sae-Ro-Yi viciously beats Jang Geun-Won. He is soon arrested and receives prison time for the violent assault. Park Sae-Ro-Yi decides to destroy the Jagga company and take revenge upon CEO Jang Dae-Hee and his son Jang Geun-Won. Once Park Sae-Ro-Yi is released from prison, he opens a restaurant in Itaewon, Seoul. Jo Yi-Seo (Kim Da-Mi), who is popular on social media, joins Park Sae-Ro-Yi’s restaurant and works there as a manger. She has feelings for Park Sae-Ro-Yi.

10. Hotel De Luna

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Horror, Fantasy

Plot:

Jang Man-Wol (IU) is the CEO of Hotel del Luna. The hotel is situated in downtown in Seoul and has a very old appearance. She made a big error many years ago and, because of this, she has been stuck at Hotel del Luna. She is beautiful, but she is fickle, suspicious and greedy.

Koo Chan-Sung (Yeo Jin-Goo) worked as the youngest assistant manager ever at a multinational hotel corporation. He is a sincere perfectionist. He looks level-headed, but he actually has a soft disposition. Due to an unexpected case, he begins to work as a manager at Hotel del Luna. The hotel's clientele consists of ghosts.

11. Do Do Sol Sol La La Sol

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Plot:

Goo Ra-Ra (Go Ara) is a pianist. She has bright personality. Something happened that caused her to become bankrupt. She doesn't have anything now and she is frustrated with her situation.

Sunwoo Joon (Lee Jae-Wook) doesn't care what other people think about him, but he has a warm heart. He is free spirited and doesn't have a specific dream or goal for his life. He makes ends meet by working part-time jobs.

Goo Ra-Ra and Sunwoo Joon meet at the small private piano academy LaLa Land in a country village.

12. 18 Again

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Youth, Drama, Fantasy

Plot:

Tells the story of a husband named Hong Dae Young (Lee Do-Hyun) who is on the verge of divorce but finds himself back in his body when he was at the prime of his life 18 years ago. He ends up changing his name to Go Woo Young when he becomes 18- years-old again. Meanwhile, his wife Jung Da Jung(Kim Ha-Neul) joins the workforce as an anchorwoman later on in life after raising their 18-year-old twins.

13. Goblin: The Lonely and Great God

Genre: Comedy, Romance, Fantasy

Plot:

In ancient times, Kim Shin (Gong Yoo) is an unbeatable general in wars, but the young King (Kim Min-Jae) is jealous of Kim Shin and kills him. Kim Shin becomes Dokkaebi (Goblin), possessing an immortal life. At first he thinks that he is blessed, but he realizes that he is cursed.

Closer to the present day, Kim Shin has waited 900 years for a human bride to end his immortal life. One night, he saves a dying pregnant woman (Park Hee-Von) who is destined to die. Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper (Lee Dong-Wook) is unable to find the dead pregnant woman. The woman gives birth to a baby girl named Ji Eun-Tak (later played by Kim Go-Eun). 9 years later, Ji Eun-Tak lives with her mother and is able to see ghosts. One night, her mother suddenly dies. On that night, she meets the Grim Reaper.

In the present day, Ji Eun-Tak is a high school student. She still sees ghosts and hears their whisper of “Dokkaebi’s bride.” She now lives with her aunt’s family, but she is mistreated by them. On her birthday, Ji Eun-Tak sits by the sea with a lighted birthday cake. At that time, Kim Shin suddenly appears in front of her. Kim Shin does not know why, but he can hear her voice and appears in front of her against his will. Coincidentally, Kim Shin lives with the Grim Reaper at the same house.

Now, Kim Shin appears in front of her against his will, whenever she turns off the lights. One day, Ji Eun-Tak tells him that he is Dokkaebi and she is his bride.

14. It’s Okay That’s Love

Genre: Friendship, Psychological, Comedy, Romance, Drama

Plot:

Jang Jae-Yeol (Jo In-Sung) is a mystery writer and radio DJ. He suffers from a obsession. Ji Hae-Soo (Gong Hyo-Jin) is going through her first year fellowship in psychiatry at a University Hospital. She chose psychiatry because she doesn't want to perform surgeries. After she meets Jang Jae-Yeol, her life goes through big changes.

15. Let’s Fight Ghost

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fantasy, Action, Horror

Plot:

Hyun-Ji (Kim So-Hyun) studied for most her life before she died at the age of 19. She is now a ghost and has wandered around the world for several years. Hyun-Ji then meets exorcist Park Bong-Pal (TaecYeon). Hyun-Ji and Bong-Pal listens to various stories from ghosts and sends them to the otherworld.

16. Hospital Playlist

Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Romance, Life, Medical

Plot:

A drama depicting the stories of people going through their days that are seemingly ordinary but actually special, at the hospital, a place known as the microcosm of life - where someone is being born and someone's life meets their ending. The five doctors are longtime friends of 20 years who started their undergrad in 1999 in the same medical school, and now they are colleagues in the same hospital. The drama will also deal with a story of a band formed by the group of doctors.

17. Fated to Loved You

Genre: Business, Comedy, Romance,

Plot:

This drama is the story of an ordinary girl, Mi Yeong, (Jang Na-Ra)who has neither outstanding looks, a prestigious college degree, nor any other charming qualities, facing her whole life abruptly changing when love comes knocking at her door. While on vacation, she accidentally happens to spend one night with Lee Gun (Jang Hyuk) and even gets pregnant from that night. Because of this incident, her life will never be the same, and this fateful encounter brings love that transforms this not-so-special girl to an attractive, charming lady.

18. Go Back Couple

Genre: Comedy, Romance, Life, Fantasy

Plot:

Choi Ban-Do (Son Ho-Jun) and Ma Jin-Joo (Jang Na-Ra) are both 38-years-old and a married couple. Choi Ban-Do has been burdened with being the breadwinner and Ma Jin-Joo is a housewife with low self-esteem. Even though they loved each other when they married, they now hate each other. They both regret marrying at such a young age. The couple travel through time and find themselves as 20-year-old university students, when they met for the first time.

19. To The Beautiful You

Genre: School, Teen, Romantic, Comedy, Sports

Plot:

Kang Tae-Joon (Minho) is a gold medalist in the high jump, but he has been mired in a slump due to an injury. In order to help her idol, a girl named Koo Jae-Hee (Sulli) disguises herself as a boy and enrolls at the same all male high school.When Tae-Joon (Minho) is competiting at the World Junior Competition, Jae-Hee (Sulli) watches him on TV in America and becomes very touched.

Despite her friends telling her otherwise, Jae-Hee cuts her long hair by herself. She then flies to South Korea, with a plan to stay with Tae-Joon who is now injured. Jae-Hee disguises herself as a boy and enrolls at the all boys Genie Physical Education High School. On her first day at school, Jae-Hee goes up the stairs with her suitcase, but her suitcase bursts open and all her clothes fall out. A boy comes by and helps her pick up her stuff. Jae-Hee realizes that the boy helping her is none other than her idol Tae-Joon. In her excitement, Jae-Hee sits on her suitcase, which proceeds to slide down the stairs.

20. When the Camellia Blooms

Genre: Triller, Comedy, Romance, Family

Plot:

Dong-Baek (Kong Hyo-Jin) is a single mother living in the small town of Ongsan. She runs the bar-restaurant Camellia, while also taking care of her son Pil-Gu (Kim Kang-Hoon). The people of Ongsan frequently gossip about Dong-Baek. She grew up as an orphan, is a single mother and runs a bar where many of the men in Ongsan frequent. Regardless of what the locals may whisper about Dong-Baek, local police officer Hwang Yong-Sik (Kang Ha-Neul) is deeply in love with her. Meanwhile, Dong-Baek's ex-boyfriend Kang Jong-Ryeol (Kim Ji-Suk) suddenly reappears in her life. He is a famous baseball player, that hid their relationship when they dated. While Dong-Baek tries to find happiness, something truly sinister lurks in the background. A serial killer roams Ongsan and Dong-Baek may be a target.

[seductivejellyfish]

Musings

The first English translation of Homer’s Odyssey was completed in 1615, by classicist, dramatist, and poet George Chapman. He begins: 

The man, O Muse, inform, that many a way

Wound with his wisdom to his wished stay;

The first time I read the Odyssey was the summer before ninth grade. I had applied to a bougie private high school that I later chose not to attend, but as an acceptance gift they sent me a beautiful golden book, the Robert Fagles 1996 blank verse translation of the Odyssey. His first line: 

Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns

driven time and again off course, 

    At the time I had only the vaguest notion of the plot of the epic. I knew, or I thought I knew, that it was the story of Odysseus and his journey home, punctuated with an endless series of wild monsters and treacherous encounters. When I opened the book I was shocked to find that the Odyssey begins not with the adventure of the titular hero, but back home in Ithaca with his mopey abandoned son. My second shock came shortly after, when the goddess Athena descends to earth to inspire said mope, and does so in the form of Mentes, a man. 

    I reread the lines to make sure I hadn’t missed anything in the confusing clamor of ancient verse. Athena disguised as a man? Surely that couldn’t be right. But it was. Every single disguise of Athena, sans one, was a man. Not only that, there were multiple scenes where mortals recognize her for her true nature and yet still regard her in her guise. In those moments she existed as goddess and mortal, female and male simultaneously. It was almost too much to handle.

400 years after George Chapman, Emily Wilson became the first woman to translate the Odyssey into English. She hurled a book through a millenia’s glass ceiling and when it landed it opened to: 

Tell me about a complicated man.

Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost.

At age 14 I wandered from a tiny private Jewish middle school into Boston Latin Academy and was promptly lost. Trapped in the practices of the past 300 odd years, every student was required to take 3-4 years of Latin. The first year was relentlessly boring. We bumbled our way through the textbook, memorizing endings and grammatical rules as though the language was a series of mathematical formulas and not something to be read and spoken and learned. 

In tenth grade I cut my hair. For years I had kept my waist-length hair in a thick side braid and in a day it was all gone. I can’t for the life of me remember what was it that made me do it, or when I got the idea. At some point I started telling people that I was thinking about it, and then I started telling people that I was going to do it, and then I did it. Anybody who has gone abruptly from long hair to short knows the miracle of the first shower: the giddy lightness that moves from your neck down through your whole body. 

We started reading real Latin in class and suddenly the language became alive. I wrestled with the text to produce a messy grammatical translation at the bottom of my page and then neatly rewrote a more pleasing version alongside the columns of poetry. I doodled all across the back of the pages--beautiful Greek men with flowing hair, columns and bays, Icarus, wings outspread, falling into the sea. Aphrodite descends to earth in disguise as a young huntress. I search between the pages for Athena. 

Near the city of Crete lived an unremarkable but blameless man and his unremarkable wife. So scared was he of the pain of raising a daughter that he delivered the ultimate warning to his wife: if their child should be born a girl, she must be killed. Only a boy should live. We all know the story--with the dropping of the ultimatum, the course of the tale is sealed. The mother will have a baby girl and she will be unable to destroy her. In this tale there are no babies in baskets, or foundlings left in the woods. Instead, instructed by a goddess, the mother conspires with a nurse to raise the child as a boy. The father names the child Iphis, after his father, and the mother is happy because the name suits a boy or girl and it removes part of the burden of the lie. The child grows up fine and beautiful, with all the best features of the male and female. Their disguise is unquestioned, and they grow up happy, sharing their childhood with a friend, Ianthe. We know this story too. Young love blossoms, and soon the two are engaged, to the delight of father and the despair of mother and child. 

I read this story properly for the first time, in Latin, in the summer of 2020, with the help of my Greek professor. At the beginning of our Greek class the year before we had each chosen Greek names. I was fascinated by the gender play in this story, and so I stole the name Ianthe from it. I am drawn much more to Iphis, of course, but I find the name Ianthe more lovely. And perhaps it is fitting that I embody that fascination with the choice of the name of the character so in love with Iphis, whatever gender they may be.

Burning with love and chafing at the equal ardor of Ianthe, Iphis cries out in despair to the gods. 

    “If the gods want to spare me, then they ought to spare me already! If not, if they wish to destroy me, then at least deal me some regular harm, according to the laws of nature! Never has love of mares consumed a mare, or of cows a cow: sheep love rams, and stags chase after does, the females of their own kind. Thus too birds couple, and amongst each and every type of animal, no woman is seized by feminine desire. I wish I were no woman!”

We reach this part of the poem and I am compelled to stop and reach through the text, to try in vain to comfort the grieving lover. You’re not broken at all, poor girl. You’re not alone.

    My professor asks me if I knew the story when I chose my name, and I tell her that I did. I am always aching to be recognized, to be seen, but at the same time I want to reassure her that this angst of Iphis’ which dominates the text is not a pain I have had to bear. Blessed by my circumstances, I have never once resented who I am. I have never been made to feel unnatural, and I have never felt alone. Again, perhaps it was right that I chose to become Ianthe, the unwitting and undisturbed bride who manages to never hear a thing about the anguish that surrounds her betrothal.

    The end of the story offers a neat resolution-the goddess hears Ianthe’s prayers and transforms her into a man. Light the marriage torches and sound the bells! I am torn in every direction. I don’t know what’s more important--the love of a woman for a woman, the ability for a character to straddle the line between gender, or the transformation from woman to man. Despite knowing that the social construct of gender in Roman times is far from the one I exist within, I can’t help wondering about Iphis after the curtains close. Are they happier as a man? Are they a man at all, or a woman in the body of a man? Was gender ever anything for them other than a weight around their neck, or a performance to play? I translate and translate and wonder what pronouns to use, reading the word woman again and again. 

Iphis leaves a gift in the temple, dedicated to the goddess with an inscription:

DONA: PVER: SOLVIT: QVAE: FEMINA: VOVERAT: IPHIS.

A boy pays this gift, which a woman had pledged, Iphis.

I take a spoken Latin class and think of using neuter endings for myself and then I don’t. I go from “she/her” to “she/they” to “any pronouns.”

O Muse, instruct me of the man who drew

His changeful course through wanderings not a few,

Trans. John William Mackail, 1903.

Athena comes to earth as Mentes. Aristophanes jests with his tale of the original third androgynous gender as pretty boys vie for spots on the ground next to Socrates. 

Tell me, O Muse, of the Shifty, the man who wandered afar.

Trans. William Morris, 1887.

The goddess commands that Iphis live as a baby girl until she can grow into a man. I bind my chest with medical tape and stick socks in my jeans and write my first original ancient Greek poem. 

Tell me the tale, Muse, of that man

Of many changes,

Trans. Herbert Bates, 1929. 

Telemachus strings up a line of women like caught bird for the crime of being sex slaves and translator Fagles kills them again when he calls them “sluts” and “whores” where the Greek says “sleeping.” 

This is the story of a man, one who

was never at a loss.

Trans. William Henry Denham Rouse, 1937

I’m letting my hair grow out again, in an undercut this time. Quarantine has seen me take at last to the clippers, shaving the sides and leaving the rest to grow. It’s long enough now to tuck behind my ears. I’ve spent my Saturdays chanting the Odyssey in a sing-song up and down my house and yard. I’ve memorized over 50 lines by now, but none as powerful as that eternal first. Someday I’ll translate it too. I imagine how appropriate it will be to have a little “trans.” before my name.

The first word of the Odyssey is Ἄνδρα, Andra-man. I take the man inside of me, right next to the woman and the thing which is neither, and I work on translating myself. 

[laulink]

hello again! i sent that last ask, and i think you just wrote a story! i liked how everything worked out and the roles that the characters continue to play in each other's lives. it got me thinking of more questions that mainly involve the romance itself. when did they start dating, who made the first move, who proposed, how did Ghira and Kali react to meeting Weiss, how many kids do they have, and anything else you can think of. i hope this isn't too much trouble!

Not at all ! Honestly, I’ve been spending waaayyyyy too much time thinking about all this so it’s nice to see that someone is interested in hearing more x)

(putting my answer under a read more though because it’s HUGE)

For when they start dating, it kinda depends if I want to stay really canon compliant or if I want to have Weiss and Blake start dating earlier. I can stay canon compliant by having Blake and Yang grow apart at the end of the war, each pursuing different goals while Blake and Weiss start spending more and more time together because of the SDC and the WF. Blake and Yang would end up agreeing that the war changed them, a lot, but now that it’s over and they’re healing, they realise that they’re better off as friends rather than lovers and have an amicable break up. Pretty soon after, Blake starts to notice more things about Weiss, like how she plays with her hair when she’s thinking, how she bites her lower lip when something is bothering her, how her eyes sparkle when she sees or hears something funny, etc... and slowly she falls in love. Weiss has had a crush on Blake for years now, since their time in Beacon, but she never told anyone because she knew Blake had feelings for Yang and she just wanted her to be happy, even if it hurt her to see her with someone else. But now that Blake and Yang have broken up and Blake spends so much time with Weiss, our dear heiress’ feelings come back full force and she can’t help but hope that her feelings might be reciprocated...

One evening after a party in Vacuo both of them attended for political reasons, Blake accompanies Weiss back to her hotel room. They both had a couple drinks during the evening and are under a slight buzz, laughing more easily than usual. When they finally arrive at Weiss’ room, they stand in front of the door a moment too long, not wanting to part just yet. No one knows who leaned in first, but they soon found themselves kissing, softly at first, then more and more passionnately. They decided to stop, however, aware that it wouldn’t do them any good to go too fast, and agreed to meet in the morning for breakfast, then parted ways with one last kiss. Both of them had very pleasant dreams that night~

After that, they decided to start dating and see where it would lead them.

If I decide to be less canon compliant, I think I’d have Blake and Weiss start dating during V6 or 7, support each other through Adam’s death and all the Atlas and Schnee family bullshit going on right now. It wouldn’t change a lot of things for the story and, at the end of the war, they’d start working on rebuilding their world together, with the SDC and the WF.

Whatever the way and moment they get together though doesn’t have much influence on the rest of their story together. For example, in both cases, Kali and Ghira were delighted to know that Blake had started dating Weiss. They met her briefly at Haven and considered her a delight to talk to, very kind, respectful and polite, but with a sharp tongue when needed. Ghira is particularly fond of her since Weiss is hard to intimidate, knows what she wants and can be very determined, but also open to discussion and adjusting her stance on a multitude of matters. Kali likes to act like a mom around her (though she’s the same with Ruby and Yang too, so nothing really special there).

Winter, if Weiss and Blake started dating in Atlas, would be a bit suspicious of Blake at first. She respects her sister’s decisions and wouldn’t dare interfere in her love life, but she still has a bit of a tendency to see Weiss as her baby sister, so she’d give Blake a bit of a hard time at first, using every opportunity she gets to interrogate her on her intentions toward Weiss, why she wanted to date Weiss and all that stuff. Yang finds it hilarious but can also relate and supports Winter as a protective big sister x) If Weiss and Blake start dating after the war though, it would be a context where Winter had had time to get to learn to know Blake and saw Blake’s and Weiss’ growing feelings for each other, so she’d be a lot more supportive of the new relationship and only threaten Blake’s life if she broke Weiss’ heart as a joke (or is it ? =P).

At whatever time the girls start dating, Willow and Whitley would be rather supportive. If it’s in V7 already, they wouldn’t know right away and would only learn about the relationship after they started fixing their relationships with Weiss, so they’d be surprised, but would see how happy Blake makes Weiss, so they’d wish them the best. If it’s after the war, it would be at a point in time where Willow and Whitley are rather close to Weiss and have good relationships with her, so they’d be even more supportive and encourage her to pursue Blake in their own ways (Whitley may or may not try to play matchmaker =3)

The proposal would occur a few years after the end of the war, probably around 3 years after Weiss and Blake started dating. Remnant is getting back on its feet, the SDC is getting ever closer to the point of equality between human and Faunus Weiss wants it to reach and the Kingdoms are more and more open to listening to the White Fang and giving Faunus citizens more rights. Blake and Weiss both figure it would be the best time to get married. They had already talked about it a year or so earlier, but both agreed it would be best to wait until things settled down a bit more for both of them before they decided to throw themselves into organising a wedding. So when the time finally seems to be right, it is all a matter of who will propose first. They are both sort of expecting the other to propose sooner or later, but Weiss is still enchanted and overwhelmed by emotion when Blake goes down on one knee after a romantic date in a quiet park in Vale, near New Beacon. The wedding is held in Atlas because most of their friends and family live their or near the Kingdom and it’s easier to reach than Menagerie, but the girls make sure to incorporate elements of both traditional Atlesian and Mistralian weddings (since I headcanon that Blake, with the name Belladonna and her Japanese aesthetics, is of Mistralian descent and would follow their traditions for ceremonies like weddings). It is not a quiet or private affair since Weiss and Blake are such important public figures and their wedding is one more ray of hope toward the end of the centuries old war between humans and Faunus, but they still manage to have their dream day without having to mix too much politics into it (Ghira, Kali, Willow, Winter and Whitley make sure of that).

Their first child is born about a year after the wedding and is named Winry Belladonna-Schnee. Weiss liked the idea of continuing the tradition of names starting with a W, at least for her first child, and Blake had no objection, especially after Weiss told her that Winry was the name of her grandmother, Willow’s mother and the reason the tradition even existed. Winry is a very smart child, well-behaved when she has to be, but also mischievous at times, especially when she is with her cousin Yue or her younger sister Keyla. She looks like a carbon copy of Blake, but with Weiss’ white, straight hair and blue eyes. She has a patch of black hair cutting through the white and falling over her forehead as well as two cat ears like Blake. She’s always preferred to sport chin-length hair and mostly white clothing.

Yue, born two months before Winry, is Winter and Yang’s daughter. She looks like Yang, but with white hair and blue eyes. Most of her personality comes from Yang, though her expressions are very reminiscent of Winter’s. She grows up alongside Winry, more like sisters than cousins since they live together and are so close in age, which makes them very close friends.

Both Yue and Winry want to become Huntresses, but while Yue wants to be free and travel through the world like Yang, therefore deciding to attend New Beacon, Winry prefers to enter Atlas Academy and aim to become the next General after her Aunt Winter retires.

Keyla, born three years after Winry, has long and slightly curly black hair like Blake with two black cat ears atop her head, but her eyes are heterochromatic : right eye a warm amber and left eye a soft blue. If she wears a colored lens over her left eye, one could believe she is a younger version of Blake. She is calm and quiet most of the time, but can also be quite passionnate and eloquent when defending something that matters to her. She has always been interested in politics and hesitates between joining the White Fang or trying to become part of the Atlesian politic circle. She knows how to fight and built herself a weapon in case she ever needs to defend herself, but she doesn’t want to become a Huntress (a shame, according to all the Huntsmen and Huntresses who saw her fight). Since she was a child, she has always been close to Summer, Ruby and Penny’s daughter, but only after her twelth birthday did she realise that her feelings might go beyond friendship. Summer and her start dating around the age of 15, to the delight of everyone around them who were growing tired of their obliviousness and awkwardness.

Finally, Tanya, Weiss and Blake’s third and last child, was born four years after Keyla. She is a bright and energetic girl with long, white, slightly curly hair and blue eyes with a set of white cat ears atop her head. Much like Summer, she is sort of a “mad scientist”, a genius in her own right, though her calling rests with Dust rather than machines and programs like for Summer. When she first discovers, at age 10, the wonders of the researches on Dust, Tanya becomes passionnate and studies everything she can on the matter. She dreams of joining the BSDC’s reasearch and development team thanks to her own merit rather than her family name. 

Nuts and Dolts bonus (because I mentioned their kid in all this and I think she deserves some more details) : Summer Rose, daughter of Ruby Rose and Penny Polendina, born six months after Keyla. She has long, dark-red hair, nearly black near the roots and a lighter shade of red at the tips. She wears a black bow behind her head, like her Ma (Penny) and adopted her Mom’s belief that combat skirts are the best (though she is not a fighter herself and only wears one for the style). She is a little genius when it comes to everything mechanic and is quite good at programming as well. At age 10, she is her grandfather’s best ever apprentice and at 15 years old, she starts her formal studies at Atlas Tech and Mech Academy (name is totally made up, but that’s basically where Atlas teaches all of its future scientists, no matter the discipline). At the same time, she starts dating her friend Keyla who she has always been close to, more so than to anyone else her age. Summer is a very lively girl, so much so that she’s often hard to keep up with, especially when she is very excited and uses her semblance, Teleportation, while she talks or works. It is basically in-between Ruby’s and Raven’s own semblances : Summer can’t teleport as far as Raven can, but she isn’t bound to one or multiple people, instead being able to teleport anywhere in a 2km radius. On the downside, she can’t take a lot of people with her, the best she has ever managed being five, and anything or anyone that touches her and is not the thing she is standing on will be teleported with her. Summer loves her semblance and often uses it more or less unconsciously when she’s excited, teleporting a couple of meters away when she’s switching ideas or emphasizing a point, etc. She has a lot of energy, but usually manages it quite well when she is not working, in which case she can easily get caught up in her own head and become hyper-focused on the task at hand and/or her theories and experiments. Keyla and her make for a sweet pair and get along well, even when Summer gets engrossed in her work. Keyla is usually the only one who can get Summer to rest or eat something when she’s working on something.

Elderburn bonus : I already stated that Winter and Yang had a daughter named Yue, around the same age as Winry, but they also have a son, Tai, who is also very close in age to one of his cousins, Tanya. He’s a very sweet boy, has blond hair, blue eyes and the most beautiful smile you will ever see~ He chose his name at 7 years old when he told his mothers he felt like being a boy. Both Yang and Winter were very supportive of him and offered to help him decide on a name, but he didn’t need their help to choose Tai, saying that it only makes sense for him to be called that since his grandfather was Taiyang and his mother is Yang : someone had the pick the “Tai” part of the name. (Yang laughed a lot at the way he said that, but agreed it was a good name and Tai never regretted his choice) He takes some time to figure out what he wants to do with his life because he isn’t interested in being a Huntsman, but also doesn’t have a passion like Summer or Tanya, nor an innate talent like Keyla. After he helped tutor one of his classmates in high school though, he realises he loves teaching and since he already knew he loved biology, he decided he would become a biology teacher. His students love him because his classes are lively and easy to follow and understand and he’s always really sweet.

Weapons bonus : none of the canon cast’s weapons change, but I had some ideas for the children’s weapons. Winry fights with a chokuto or a katana and her fighting style is very similar to Adam’s and Raven’s. Raven is actually the one to teach her how to best fight with her weapon, since Blake, Weiss and Winter could only teach her the basics on that matter. Yue usually fights with two gauntlets similar to Ember Celica, but she also has two sabers at her sides and is a terribly dangerous opponent when she takes them out. They are not her favoured weapon though because she prefers fighting with her fists and appreaciates that there’s less of a risk of accidentally cutting someone’s limb off with her fists rather than a blade. For those of you who played FE3H, Keyla’s weapon is very similar to the sword of the Creator : it is a sword divided in a lot of small segments that can separate themselves from each other to extend and bend the weapon, turning it into a sort of sharp, thick whip. Keyla can wrap it around limbs or pieces of furnitures and such or just extend it to hit opponents while staying out of their range. Summer fights with a halberd and, although she’s not interested in being a Huntress, she’s terribly good with it. Unlike her two sisters and eldest cousin, Tanya has no interest in fighting, therefore she only learns the basics of sword fight, adopting a rapier much like her Mother’s own weapon, with a Dust filled barrel. She also had her Mother unlock her aura and teach her how to use her Glyphs in case she needed to protect herself, but she’s not a particularly good fighter, especially compared to her sisters. Tanya doesn’t care though, seeing as she doesn’t think she’ll ever need to fight in her line of work and she’s happy with studying her Dust even if she’s not the best at using it in battle. Finally, Tai is a similar case as Tanya : he doesn’t care about fighting, actually dislikes the idea of hurting others, but learned to defend himself from Grimm and potential human attackers. Yang taught him martial arts and Tai always carries a pair of bracelets Summer designed for him that can turn into gauntlets. They don’t fire bullets like Ember Celica, but they make his hits hurt that much more and blades can sprout from between his fingers if he wants to.

In terms of Semblances, all of the kids (except Summer, of course) have the Schnee family semblance. All of them unlocked their aura and learned to use their Glyphs, including the Summoning. Winry and Yue, thanks to their training, are the best Glyph users when it comes to “basic” Glyphs and how to use them in battle, but Keyla also has a very creative way of using her wind Glyphs to direct her sword once it’s in “whip mode” and is the best at Summoning.

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Wow, that was a lot. Huuummm... Hope you liked the read ? ^^’

[viktcria-blog]

stellaluna • viktoria “vik” • aaland s u l l i v a n

icy breezes float across naked flesh as melodies coated in melancholia float across stale air. useless factoids trail across their mind, she traces patterns against florals sitting in tepid water. she strokes the neck of an empty champagne bottle, shatters it against marble. they say it’s all too much, the thought beckons bumps to rise against her skin.

d e m o g r a p h i c s

full name: stellaluna viktoria “vik” aaland

age: twenty-one 

sexuality: bisexual 

gender: demiwoman / she & they

major & minor: psychology ( major ) & anthropology ( minor )

♪ icy — kim petras

family • history • connections • plots  under the cut & exhaustive

f a m i l y

                father ( adoptive / deceased )                                   mother ( adoptive )                    peter aaland ( sol invictus )                             camille aaland ( née bordelais )

                                                    grandmother ( adoptive )                                      vikoria “angelique” bordelais ( née eriksson )

( cancer / death tw for everything below this warning )

• their father was a musician who went by the alias “sol invictus” ( after the roman sun god ), his band, invincible, was extremely successful in the late eighties / early nineties and has some classics ( the most helpful comparison i have for sol is kurt cobain mixed with alex turner and flung back to the 90s. )

he was diagnosed with cancer when vik was a child, and became involved with a faith healer and his cult ( the sun’s chosen children ) before his death. after his death, there was a vicious battle over his estate, as he left everything to the cult and its manipulative leader. this is a dark chapter of vik’s life, and she didn’t entirely understand what was going on due to her young age, just that her father was dead and it ruined her mother. sol’s involvement with the chosen children was the subject of much tabloid gossip, and so was the legal battle.

• her mother was a model and the daughter of a swedish-french film star ( the original viktoria ) who married an “english screenwriter with a french name.” camille is very fond of horses and horse racing and has spent large parts of her life on stud farms ( including her own parents’ stud in england, where her mother retired to ), and currently lives on one in mexico, somewhat close to mexico city.

• viktoria is adopted, she was born in sweden  ( which both of her adoptive parents had a connection to ) and placed for adoption by her birth parents shortly after. they don’t particularly care to know anything about their birth parents, and haven’t made any effort to seek them out. they were adopted when they were two years old, so they retain some vague memories of the orphanage, but they can’t speak swedish anymore.

h i s t o r y

places lived

stockholm ( childhood )

tokyo ( childhood )

los angeles / new york city ( childhood )

oxfordshire ( childhood / as a teenager )

mexico city / valley of mexico ( as a teenager )

paris ( to attend the paris opera’s ballet academy, as a teenager )

important / helpful information

being a rockstar’s child had its difficulties and successes. vik was always the coolest child in any given room ( at least, by default ) but she spent most of her childhood in impermanent places: tokyo ( two years while sol & invincible were recording a reunion album ), los angeles and nyc ( whenever her father’s profession demanded it ), oxfordshire with her mother and grandmother, stockholm for a few years post-adoption. they never made many real friends, and cultivated a reputation for being just like silk ( pretty and difficult to hold onto ) over time. they’re used to being alone.

dancing, particularly classical ballet, was their first love. they took their first class in tokyo when they were still very young, and they were good. when she was dancing, vik wasn’t someone else’s child, she was her own person, with her own passions. after their father’s death, their mother became despondent ( especially as the legal battle was lost ) and they needed to get away, so they used some of their talent and a lot of nepotism to audition for the paris opera’s ballet academy ( one of the best in the world. ) not that they’ll admit to the nepotism. from age 12-17 vik lived alone in paris, attending the academy and going by her mother’s maiden name ( bordelais ) in order to deny any connection to their father. 

vik stopped dancing when she was 18, after she moved back in with her mother after her grandmother’s death ( without her, her mother would have been completely alone, so it was necessary, and repayment for the five years of freedom she had been afforded. ) but dancing remains their first, and currently only, love, and she still does it. just not under the eyes of any teacher.

their gender expression is hyper feminine ( lots of glitter and neon ) but this doesn’t mean they’re a woman. vik identifies as demigender ( specifically a demiwoman / demigirl ) and came to the realisation that she was not fully comfortable with her identity was a girl for the first time after her father’s death. they don’t particularly care to explain it more than “you can be feminine without being female.” anyone who comes into proximity of her is aware of her pronouns and identification. 

they didn’t want to go to providence. when they were applying, they were disgusted by the enormous wealth and privilege that surrounded them ( nevermind how often she uses hers ) and found it repulsive. but providence was the best school and the easiest to bribe, and in the end, the college was very, very far from mexico city.

in their first semester, they mostly kept to themself, keeping their head down so no one would ask questions about who they were or where they came from. but in her second semester, vik started performing again: she had a third story window, a highly fuckable toned body, and she missed ballet. egged on enough times by partygoers struggling through snow or melt, they would take to their window, a silhouette of a person, smooth bare skin and mystery. performing became parties. parties became more parties. being a partygoer became being sol invictus’ child.

they’re in a constant state of reinvention. are they a good student, or just rich and the child of someone famous ? does she like the endless bacchanalia and orgiastic weekdays, or is it all she knows at this school ? what the fuck is vik going to do with themself after graduating with the degree they don’t care about ? don’t ask.

tldr no one understands what she’s doing, let alone her. & they have a reputation as the person to go to for a party.

c o n n e c t i o n s  ( q u i c k f i r e )

champagne prince(ss): someone vik parties with, possibly a procurer of illicit substances, they have a soft spot ( possibly romantic ) for them

twisted sibling: horribly toxic relationship that consists mostly of egging each other on and fucking each other up 

cheat sheet: vik doesn’t like to study, so they’re her go-to “study partner.” aka, the person she bribes to help her ( aka.... write her papers for her )

invincible ? don’t know them: someone who’s a fan of vik’s father’s band / knows all the gossip and is intrigued by why it was like to grow up as sol’s child

no danes allowed: international kids club ? ( aside: idk what citizenship vik even has lol ? i just realised this ! )

p l o t s 

cause of you, now my heart is so icy ( former lover / enemy / angst / pining / fuck it )

vik’s first real relationship, started at providence, probably in second year ? very intense, ended really, really badly ( think public shouting matches. ) occasionally, always, in moments of weakness, they miss this person immensely, and considering going back / taking them back. she doesn’t even remember why it ended in the first place, at this point. ( but some part of vik also knows it will end in the same fiery crash if they try again. )

this could also be platonic because losing friends ? painful.

gave me something to believe in  ( member of or close to / fascinated by the sun’s chosen children cult )

for the most part, the cult that their mother is certain played a role in killing their father hasn’t played a role in vik’s life in years ( beside camille aaland’s refusal to say its name of the name of its leader. ) but new york is a big place, and the internet is strange and vast, so this plot involves someone who is a member of, or close to someone who is a member of, or is interested in the sun’s chosen children ( a “self help group” dedicated to spiritual healing and the abandonment of modern medicine, in actuality a cult. ) vik still carries a lot of resentment for what they did to her mother and some small part of them fears the chosen children. so living / partying / studying in close proximity to someone who is involved with them is probably not going to end well.

don’t search me in here, i’m already gone baby ( “perfect match” / counterpart / mystery )

someone vik is highly interested in ( platonically / romantically / sexually / whatever, 22 year olds are dumb ). they feel like every time they try to get close to this person, they slip away, which is something vik has a lot of practice doing herself. she doesn’t like it being turned back on her, and she’s starting to run out of patience for them.

... but not yet. 

i ain’t ever gonna settle ( patron / private shows / throwing parties so one person will come / ideal / disaster in the making )

dancing is such a big part of vik’s life, and stopping their dance career may be one of the few things they actually regret. this person is vik’s “dance partner” and “patron”, someone who always encourages her to dance for / with them ( sometimes in private, wink, but as always this could be platonic ) and whose approval she craves for no reason she could name. they’re stumbling towards being dependent on this person, and it’s not going to end well, but for right now, it’s passionate and full of feelings and admiration and divine adoration. 

[tupe-lo]

Finally getting around to rolling out full RWBY OC profiles 💗💗💗

First up is Miss Honey; all of her info is below the cut C:

Name: Honey Orabella

Nicknames: Hon, Little Bear (family or romantic partners only)

Race: Faunus (Kermode or 'Spirit' Bear)

Gender: Female

Age: 21 y/o (birthday is October 19th)

Height: 5’ 4”

Weight: 113 lbs.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single (currently planning/plotting a pairing with a friend)

Aura Color: Honey Yellow/Gold Voice Claim: Ashley Nicolette Frangipane (Halsey)

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Semblance:

The Path of Fate Her Semblance is reminiscent of the mythical ‘red ribbon of fate’ concept, with a string or ribbon connecting two people in terms of their relationship and futures; however, in place of only connecting a pair of people, the young Faunus is able to see ribbons of every sort and color connecting people in every kind of relationship. From family and lovers to enemies and rivals, she can visualize their connections in ribbon-like projections of every color—gold is used as a general, overall color, with the projected paths and connections gaining tints and shades the more familiar she is with said persons. As long as she has a name and a face to pair with it, she can traverse these hidden pathways between people to find her intended target and know their whereabouts at any given time. The downside of this ability is when a wanted person is too far away, as the increase in distance can muddle the display she sees and can cause their ribbon-like paths to tangle with too many others between her current position and where they are.

Weapon:

Sona Shamira, the Golden Protector Modeled after the Spada da lato or side sword, her weapon is reminiscent of a Medieval arming sword and a predecessor to the fencing rapier style. An opening in the pommel leads to a hollow chamber in the hilt, where Dust can be inserted--either powdered and poured into shaped capsules, or a pure crystal sanded into the shape of the chamber--and it will fill and filter through fine filigree in the blade itself when activated. It's more of a sentimental, cherished weapon than a modern design, as it was her maternal grandmothers' when she was a Huntress and has been passed down to her, however it fits her aesthetic as well as her fighting style quite well.

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Strengths:

Socializing; she has a learned ability to disarm and charm, and makes friends quite quickly

Mathematics and calculation; as the co-owner of the club she owns with her brother, she knows how to manage accounts and balance income with spending; it’s her rigorous upkeep of records that keep the business in such good shape

Poise and balance; from a young age, she has loved high places, and knows how to properly keep her breathing and movements even both in recreational activities and combat for improved accuracy

Practicality; while occasionally seeming lavish in her appearance or activities, she is no stranger to keeping a straight head and realistic thoughts, and is resourceful both in her daily life and in the field

Weaknesses:

Curiosity; more often than not, she gets into hard places or tough situations out of her wanting to test limits and see something for herself, and this leads to her having to learn things the hard way on occasion

Separation; having grown up with a rather close and loving family, when on her own she gets homesick and lonely quite quickly, which can cause her to cling onto friends or acquaintances and seek out other sources of companionship

Disregard of authority; due to her parents giving her near-independence at a young age, she is somewhat headstrong and can be rebellious at times, finding it difficult to listen to those in charge or over her in certain settings and defecting to do things her own way

Nonchalance; there are times she loses interest in something or someone and doesn’t realize until too late that she didn’t complete a task or pay proper attention, however this doesn’t occur often enough to present much of a problem

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Backstory:

Born into the second-most influential and wealthy family in the city of Chrysus, Honey and her twin brother Henry had little in the way of limitations growing up, lacking nothing and always having nearly an over-abundance of food, clothing and things to occupy their minds and hands. As they grew up, it became glaringly obvious that their parents wealth and status made them a target; both twins were nearly kidnapped or killed dozens of times and it seemed to be a natural decision for both of them to receive training privately to learn to protect themselves. Where Henry found his talents laid in orchestrating traps and pitfalls, designing explosives and laying out fail-safes for potential problems that could arise, Honey found her calling in going on the offensive and learning to confront her problems head-on through combative measures. A set of private tutors taught the young Faunus siblings within their own home and surrounding grounds, Huntsmen and Huntresses hired for the sole purpose of giving the two an extensive education on how to defend and protect each other; their elder sister, Henna, would step in and teach techniques when she was home between years of schooling in Atlas. When they were old enough, both twins were asked where they wished to attend their primary combat school, and while Henry chose to study at Signal and be closer to home, Honey chose to follow in her elder sister's footsteps and attend Alsius in the kingdom of Atlas. The first time the two would be apart for extended periods of time, the years leading up to their attendance to Beacon and Atlas Academies, respectively, helped shape who they would become--and the differences in the teaching styles would mold their own ways of combat and assessment of threats. Henry became a bit more wild, able to make explosives and craft traps of delicate and detailed types with little provocation and expand on what he loved to do, while Honey was hard-pressed to break the mold of other students her age and resisted the military-esque way some of her schooling was attempting to lead her. In the end, Henry would complete his Huntsmen schooling and become licensed, whereas Honey lacked desire to complete hers and merge into the military as was expected, so she dropped out just after the start of her fourth year and returned home to the city to pursue other interests. As of current, she is the founder and co-owner of a club/restaurant called 24K in the central district of the city; it is lavish and beautiful, large and catering to not only the more affluent members of the local area, but also offers refreshments and entertainment that are affordable to nearly anyone. Because the city has laws in place allowing the open carry of weapons in most public areas, all that is required for entry is for patrons to put their weapons in lockers before entering the main establishment in order to prevent anything more than fistfights. As much as Honey wishes she had gone through with the final year of her schooling to receive her license, she doesn't regret the decision, and is happy and content with having the work she does. However, that's not to say her training doesn't get put to use--there are walls around Chrysus and a dense forest outside of them, and because the crime rate in the city is sky-high, Grimm attack on a near-daily basis, so she and her brother along with dozens of others who can hold their own in a fight are on call when the dark creatures are spotted and keep them at bay.

Personality:

Most first impressions of Honey are those seeing her as being somewhat pampered, having little lacking at her fingertips and demanding of those around her--but when one gets to know her better, it comes to light that everything she has, she has worked hard to get. Requiring much at times, once she knows what those around her are capable of she will expect nothing less than their best, and she works hard to provide them with everything she can in return. Confident, capable and ever charming, this petite bear Faunus does her best to make acquaintances and friends everywhere she goes, as she firmly believes you can never know enough people, not to mention who you may know that will prove helpful in the future. || Chrysus is a location of my own design/development within the world of RWBY--more information about it will be released following other OCs that live within it

some notes:

Honey is a RWBY OC of mine I’ve had for ages and has gone through about 4 design overhauls, however she’s always been a Spirit Bear Faunus and a rich bab and I’m happy to finally settle on a design for her <3

[blackkudos]

Rick Fox

Ulrich Alexander (Rick) Fox (born July 24, 1969) is a Canadian-Bahamian film and television actor, businessman, retired basketball player, and Esports franchise owner. He played in the National Basketball Association (NBA) for the Boston Celtics and Los Angeles Lakers, and played college basketball for the North Carolina Tar Heels. Fox is currently a Founding Partner at Vision Venture Partners, spearheading the private equity firm’s move into professional esports and providing strategic guidance, creative direction and business development support to each of VVP’s portfolio companies. He is also the owner of premier esports franchise Echo Fox.

Early life

Fox was born in Toronto, the son of Dianne Gerace, who was an Olympic high jumper and women's pentathlete, and Ulrich Fox. His father is Bahamian and his mother is of Italian and Scottish descent. Fox's family moved to his father's native Bahamas when Fox was young. He attended Kingsway Academy in Nassau, where he was a member of the high school's basketball team, the "Saints." Fox also played high school basketball in Warsaw, Indiana. After two seasons (1984–1986) at Warsaw, Fox was projected to have a very successful senior season. Just prior to his senior season, the Indiana High School Athletic Association (IHSAA) ruled that he had no more high school eligibility left (due to completing eight semesters between the Bahamas and Indiana) and was not allowed to participate in any IHSAA games. Despite not playing his senior season, Fox was voted onto the Indiana All-Star team in 1987.

He then went on to star collegiately at the University of North Carolina where his highlights included leading the Tar Heels to the 1991 NCAA Final Four.

Basketball career

Boston Celtics

Fox began his professional basketball career when he was selected by the Boston Celtics in the first round (24th pick overall) of the 1991 NBA draft. As a member of the Celtics, Fox became the first rookie starter on opening night since Larry Bird in 1979 and made the 1992 NBA All-Rookie Second Team after averaging 8 points per game. Fox played off the bench his first two seasons as the Celtics reached the playoffs for the last time in the Larry Bird era. By the 1995–1996 season, Fox had become the team's starting small forward and achieved double figure scoring. He recorded career highs of 15.4 points a game and 2.2 steals a game (4th in the league) and made 101 three-point field goals in the 1996–1997 campaign.

Los Angeles Lakers

In the summer of 1997, the Celtics released Fox, and he signed with the Los Angeles Lakers. He played and started in all 82 games during the 1997–1998 season, averaging 12 points per game. In the playoffs, he tallied 10.9 points a game as the Lakers advanced to the Western Conference Finals before losing to the Utah Jazz. In the 1998–1999 season, the Lakers acquired All-Star small forward Glen Rice. Fox primarily served as his backup during the next two seasons.

Prior to the 1999–2000 season, Phil Jackson became the team's head coach. The Lakers achieved the league's best record with 67 wins, led by the MVP play of Shaquille O'Neal and the young all-star Kobe Bryant under Jackson's triangle offense. In the playoffs, Fox played all 23 games as the Lakers advanced to the 2000 NBA Finals against the Indiana Pacers. In the Finals, Fox averaged 6.7 points, including 11 in the Lakers' game 1 victory. In game 6, with the Lakers leading the series 3-2, Fox hit a critical three pointer in the 4th quarter to help the Lakers' final rally as they won the game and the NBA title, Fox's first.

Following the departure of Glen Rice, Fox started 77 of 82 games in the 2000–2001 season, posting an average of 9.6 points a game while shooting 39% from three point range. In the playoffs, Fox started in all 16 games as the Lakers swept through the first three rounds and reached the 2001 NBA Finals against the Philadelphia 76ers. Fox scored 19 points in the Lakers' game 1 loss; the 76ers were led by Allen Iverson's 48 points. The Lakers would win the next four games of the series, securing their second straight championship. In the fifth game, Fox contributed with 20 points, and hit all three of his three-point field goal attempts.

In the 2001–2002 season, Fox played and started in all 82 games in the regular season and in all of the Lakers' 19 playoff games. The Lakers faced a grueling 7 game series against the Sacramento Kings, with Fox scoring 13 points in the Lakers' game 7 victory in Sacramento. In the 2002 NBA Finals against the New Jersey Nets, Fox averaged 9.8 points, 6.3 rebounds and 1.5 steals as the Lakers swept the Nets in 4 games to win their third straight NBA title.

In the 2002–2003 season, Fox started in 75 of 76 games but suffered an ankle injury that kept him out of the last two games of the first round against the Minnesota Timberwolves and the entire Western Conference Semifinal series against the San Antonio Spurs. The Spurs defeated the Lakers 4-2. Fox missed 40 games in the 2003–2004 season due to a foot injury, but started in 34 of 38 games while active. He would only play in 3 of 16 playoff games as the Lakers advanced to the 2004 NBA Finals but lost to the Detroit Pistons in 5 games. In 56 career NBA playoff games, Fox averaged 6.1 points per game, 2.6 rebounds, and 1.8 assists. Following the 2003–04 season, Fox was traded back to the Celtics in a deal that brought Chucky Atkins to the Lakers, but opted to retire instead of suiting up for the Celtics.

Fox played internationally for Canada twice, at the 1990 and 1994 FIBA World Championships.

Acting career

During NBA career

While attending UNC, Fox completed a bachelor's degree in Radio, Television and Motion Pictures. In 1994 Fox appeared in the film Blue Chips as a member of the Texas Western basketball team. In 1996 Fox then played the role of Terry Hastings in the film Eddie, a slumping basketball player who receives help from fan "Eddie" played by Whoopi Goldberg. Fox then had a role as the ladies man Chick Deagan in the 1998 film He Got Game film directed by Spike Lee. It was in 1997 however that Fox received the biggest role of his early acting career playing prison inmate Jackson Vahue on the HBO prison drama Oz, appearing in 11 episodes of the show between 1997 and 2003. Vahue is a superstar basketball player imprisoned for charges related to a sexual assault charge. He subsequently develops and overcomes a major drug addiction. Fox first appeared on the episode "To Your Health" and each of the following episodes for the rest of the first season. His character would again appear at the beginning of the second season, before returning during the middle of the fourth season on the episode "Revenge is Sweet" and appearing on the duration of the season, as Vahue is nearing probation. His character's final appearance would come in the show's last season, on series finale "Exeunt Omnes", when Vahue is almost killed by the character Brass.

Fox was a supporting actor in the 1999 film Resurrection playing the role of Detective Scholfield and the role of Ray in the television film The Collectors. At the time ESPN quoted Fox as saying of trying to balance his acting career with his sports career that, "I mean, Penny Marshall is courtside. You got Jack (Nicholson) and Denzel (Washington). The head of the William Morris Agency is there. (Ally McBeal creator) David E. Kelley comes to some games ... I want to jump into conversations with them, but I'm working!"

In addition to Oz, Fox appeared in three more television series in the year 2003. On the first season of the crime drama 1-800-Missingstarring Vivica A. Fox, Rick Fox played the role of Eric Renard over five episodes. He also provided the voice of the characters Flash Williams and Smooth Daley on the Crime Wave/Odd Ball episode of Nickelodeon's animated series The Fairly OddParents, and played the role of Peter Sampson on the television show Street Time. As Eric Renard he played the love interest of the FBI agent Brooke Haslett, played by actress Gloria Reuben. That year he also appeared in the film Holes in the supporting character role of Clyde 'Sweetfeet' Livingston, a baseball player.

Contemporary acting career

In 2005 Fox guest starred as the character Stephen Melbourne in the UPN television series Kevin Hill and appeared in Love, Inc. as the character David Marley, appearing in six episodes after only being announced for three. In 2006 Fox played the role of Fabrizio in the film Mini's First Time the same year he appeared in 5 episodes as Daunte in the CW drama series, One Tree Hill. In 2007 Fox played Wilhelmina Slater's bodyguard and lover Dwayne in the second season of Ugly Betty, opposite his former wife Vanessa Williams. The following year Fox signed on with the show Dirt to play a recurring role in a multi-episode storyline lasting six episodes playing the role of Prince Tyrese. In 2008 and 2009, he had a recurring role (as a fictionalized version of himself) on the BET comedy-drama television series The Game, also returning to reprise his role in the 2012 season finale. In 2008 Fox also had a lead role in Tyler Perry's Meet the Browns as Harry, a coach trying to court the character of Brenda played by Angela Bassett. In 2009, Fox played himself in the comedies Party Down and Head Case, and he currently has recurring roles on VH1's Single Ladies and Tyler Perry's House of Payne. In 2010 Fox briefly guest starred on the science-fiction series Dollhouse, and took on a recurring role on the CW remake of Melrose Place. In 2011, Fox then played the role of Bernadette's ex-boyfriend Glenn in The Big Bang Theory episode The Love Car Displacement. In an article about his appearance TV Guide quoted Fox as saying about his role, "It's all in Glenn's head now. 'How am I losing to this guy? He's smarter than me ... I love that they turned the 'threatening ex' on its ear. At the end of the day, I have more insecurity about my intellect and am constantly fighting to be accepted intellectually and be seen for more than my looks and my size. I want to appear intelligent and prove my intelligence. That's where I'm battling with him."

In 2011 Fox also played a suspect on the crime drama Body of Proof and in 2012 he played the character Andre Carson on the series Franklin & Bash. He also played the recurring role of Winston on Single Ladies and Andrew Thompson the series Mr. Box Office.

Fox has also appeared in five videos with CollegeHumor duo Jake and Amir titled "Rick Fox", "Rick Fox 2", "Rick Fox 3", "Rick Fox 4", and "Finale Part 5: The Auditions". In these videos Fox plays Amir's bookie and is shown to have a fixation on eggs and chicken. His ex-girlfriend, Eliza Dushku, appears in "Rick Fox 4." Fox is featured as a guest star on the Jake and Amir podcast If I Were You Show episode 78 Steroids.

In 2013, Fox played the role of Chase Vincent in the VH1 series Hit the Floor.

In 2014, Fox guest starred as the character Dr. James Kendall in the CBS television series Mom. On the same airdate, he appeared as himself on an episode of the CBS sitcom The McCarthys.

In 2015, Fox played the role of Sam Johnson, the general manager for eponymous basketball team on Yahoo's original series Sin City Saints, he appeared in the TV film Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No!, and played retired basketball player Calvin Owens on iZombie. In 2016, Fox also appeared in the Showtime original series Shameless.

Reality television

In late 2010, Fox was a celebrity contestant on ABC's Dancing With The Stars, paired with pro Cheryl Burke. They came in sixth place.

He was host of the Jace Hall Show for five episodes.

Fox appeared as a contestant on Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader?, in season 3.

He was a special guest judge during season 4 of RuPaul's Drag Race.

In 2017, Fox was a contestant on the "Chopped" Star Power actors competition. Fox came in second place.

Professional eSports

On December 18, 2015, Rick Fox announced that he had purchased professional League of Legends team Gravity Gaming (which re-branded into Echo Fox) of the North American League of Legends Championship Series. Echo Fox's League team has since finished 7th in the 2016 Spring split and 10th in the 2016 Summer split, out of ten teams. As of February 20, 2017, they are in a two-way tie for 7th place in the 2017 Spring split.

Echo Fox expanded into the Counter-Strike: Global Offensive scene in January 2016. They disbanded their CS:GO team in November 2016.

On April 29, 2016, Echo Fox went into fighting games by signing a top North American player Julio Fuentes of Street Fighter V. Echo Fox continued to expand in the fighting game genre in May, acquiring Super Smash Brothers Melee player Mew2King. In January 2017, Echo Fox made an even bigger move in the fighting game community by signing Street Fighter V players Justin Wong, Tokido, Yusuke Momochi, and ChocoBlanka, Mortal Kombat X players SonicFox and Scar, Super Smash Bros. For Wii U player MKLeo, and former Evil Geniuses FGC manager Antonio Javier.

Personal life

Fox has a son Kyle (born 1993) with Kari Hillsman, a woman he dated while playing basketball for the Boston Celtics. Fox was also married to actress/singer Vanessa Williams. After eloping in summer 1999 in the Caribbean, they had another ceremony in September 1999 in New York City. They had a daughter in May 2000. In August 2004, Fox filed for divorce from Williams. Fox and Williams' split however was amicable enough for the two of them to work onscreen together several years later on the television show Ugly Betty. Fox and actress Eliza Dushku dated from October 2009 to June 2014. He has a younger sister, Jeanene Fox who is a highly successful European model and actress.

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Artist Legacy: Picasso (1881-1973)

Pablo Picasso is famously known for his artwork of cubism, surrealism, futurism, contemporary and modern art as a painter, sculptor, collage maker, printmaker, costume designer; and writer. From his early childhood Picasso was born in Málaga in Andalusia, Spain on October 25th 1881; raised as a catholic before he became an atheist in his adult years.

His father was an artist before him, he taught his son from the age of seven the techniques of painting and drawing. Picasso was considered a prodigy child due to being the top student in his father’s classes. At the age of eleven he attend the School of Fine Arts in La Coruna, then moved to Madria’s Real Academia de Bellas de San Fernando but briefly roamed around the exhibits to study the paintings of El Greco, Francisco Goya and Diego Velaquez. During his period of time in the early 20th century as an adult and artist he created six themes from naturalism to cubism; which symbolises his private life, character traits, moods and interests before he survived the German Occupation in France, during World War II; and entered numerous relationships with other women.

Six Themes:

Blue Period

Rose Period

African Influence

Analytic Cubism

Synthetic Cubism

Neoclassicism and Surrealism

Francoise Gilot was a painter and a former lover of Picasso, until she became a writer by sharing her stories. She along with her co-writer Carlton Lake as a well-experienced artist published Life With Picasso (1964. The secrets Gilot shared behind Picasso as an artist reveals his crue intentions: selfishness, misogyny, infidelities and abuse to Gilot in his other relationships with women.

During the Second World War under the German occupation in Paris, France on May 1943, Gilot met Picasso when she was twenty one, Picasso was sixty at the time. She dined at a small restaurant, Le Catalan which was in Rue des Grands-Augustins on the Left Bank as it was not far from Notre Dame; amongst her two companions: her old friend from school, Genevieve and actor, Alain Cuny. She spotted him across the table as she sat down when he interacted with his friends: an unknown man, a Yugoslav photographer; and mistress, Dora Maar (since they were together from 1936. Marie-Laure was also at this meeting she was titled Vicontesse de Noailles, and the owner of important collection of paintings. Picasso asked Gilot and her friend to come and visit his studio in the morning which they both agreed to.

The next morning they visited Picasso’s studio in his apartment, Picasso kept many items of his artwork at home. He, also was a hoarder he did not like letting waste art to be thrown away. He collected scraps of paper: labels, newspapers, visiting cards and other various papers to be part of his materials for collage; as well as abstraction work from his previous themes. After exploring his studio he invited his friends to return.

As years passed on Gilot became his student when she continued attending his classes, eventually they became close until they never married but conceived two children: Claude (b. 1947) and Paloma (b. 1949). Suddenly their relationship became a catastrophe because of Picasso losing his interest in her, he carried on having affairs with various women and physically abused her. Gilot decided to separate from him by taking her children away after having enough of his abuse. She was the only woman out of Picasso’s mistresses, who was happily free from him; enjoying her life as a successful artist, and being around her family and friends. However with the relationships he had an power over women’s lives he continued to destroy he remained obsessed with acts of repeated adultery; as a result two women had breakdowns and the another two took their own lives. Picasso chased around younger women to help him cope withhis fear of death due to his ageing this was after he turned seventy and his relationship with Gilot had ended.

In one of Picasso’s themes for African Influence this shows an eight feet squared famous painting of five naked women in a brothel, Barcelona, Les Demoiselles d’Avignon (The Ladies of Avignon 1907). Before Picasso made his final painting he made developments in his sketchbooks during his studies of Les Demoiselles d’Avignon from Spring (1906). Moving onto 1907, Picasso used a smooth type material of canvas so the paint would not be strong enough to amount the large surface which he preferred doing. The description in the painting is very geometric shaped, amongst the women too. However their skin is very flesh-toned: pink and ochre; one or two of the prostitutes is built muscularly like a man; and their faces are mask-like influenced by African and Iberian culture. Also the curtains draw out the shades of blue behind them while they stare straight at the artist, with glaring eyes open, and there is fruit left for them and their clients to have a taste. Moving on to his finished work the others saw it as a disgrace and outrageous because of his new style of artwork before it was spread around the world with bad criticisms until it became an acceptance over the years. Picasso’s friend and artist, Georges Braque was the only person who saw it as acceptance and a change of history. They, also found a solution of a new period in the early 20th century when Analytic Cubism arrived by experimenting it on pasted paper and ephemera; then discovered the so-called papiers collés by creating them into three-dimensional cubist guitars.

Apart from Picasso’s bad behaviour towards women, his theme relates to his interest in women due to their beauty but has a peculiar way of expressing them by transforming their bodies into abstracts, instead of their natural forms from reality. Imagine if Les Demoiselles d’Avignon was not painted geometrically, then it would be a disappointment if the painting had to be a traditional renaissance art where the prostitutes’ appearance would be natural and dull; and we, the audience would never learn anything new from Picasso’s legacy.

Overall, the presence we are in now as years have passed on Les Demoiselles d’Avignon has been famous since Picasso adopted African art through the aspects of society, culture, colours, communities; and fashion was a postponed theme of cubism for his art period, African Influence before evolving his style of art for his next two themes: Analytic and Synthetic Cubism. He is showing the audience that it was his choice to make change of his style in history as well as he is encouraging us to do the same. Whatever artistic style we want to provide for our designs, instead repeating the same routine.

This picture was sketched on a woven paper of a leaf inside a sketchbook as it had been presented from an exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts, Picasso and Paper. It is one of Picasso’s period themes, Neo-Classicism and Surrealism for the studies of Sergei Diaghilev’s Ballet Russes, Parade, Manager on horseback and Still life, made in Paris and Rome 1916-17. Picasso was invited by poet, Jean Cocteau to design props for Parade; choreographed by Léonide Massine and music themed by Erik Satie which tells a story of the events of the First World War and it provides circus elements.

After it was placed onto display for the Royal Academy of Arts it presents the audience to show of what has happened in the early 20th century for theatre productions. Also an advice to document and secure our ideas when it comes to making a portfolio and building a career as it relates to our interests in the field of entertainment; performing arts, illustration and animation.

With the example of Picasso, H.R Giger’s theme of biochemical grotesque extra-terrestrial life forms, became a legacy to the world of audience as his style of artwork had been placed into science fiction franchise films of Alien, whereas Picasso influenced the props of theatre production, Parade. It shows that their work has inspired by other people to create artistic movements.

This painting is one of Picasso’s themes, Synthetic Cubism. Throughout the abstract painting shows a few visible figures: a triangular form in the lower centre of a string seen by four fingers; an elbow juts to the right; and the upper half, shows a barely clear, floating smile amongst the network of flat semitransparent planes. Therefore it requires a theme of musical elements, along with instrument figures hidden in the painting. Revealed to be a woman holding a musical instrument which represents Picasso’s various lovers, Ma Jolie (My Pretty Girl) 1911-12, a nickname of Marcelle Humbert and a chorus of a popular song performed at the Parisian music hall. During the works of Cubism him and his fellow cubist pioneer, Georges Braque turned the language into black lettering which relates to the appearance of a musical note, treble clef, along with actual note next to the title, Ma Jolie. Picasso made this painting as a reminder of their love of music and a reminder of his late partner after she passed on.

Despite of his work being disfigured, due to the fact it is hard to realise that it is woman playing musical instrument, rumours say it leaves clues behind the shapes due to the black marks being faded; and what relates to his character traits and the complicated relationships with women he had in the past. Like solving a riddle and playing games. Without the geometric shapes, along its colour it would be easier to leave the faded black marks to appear in a blank background so the audience can solve the puzzle as we are trying to put the pieces together.

The reason Picasso created his piece to the world of audience because it was not only a reminder of his past lovers but a general advice to others that it does not have to be a real human being in a painting which resembles our loved ones. It could be anything peculiar, abstracting, fantasised or however we want to improvise our creation based on our relationships and interests as an example of Ma Jolie being an abstract painting of a musical figure, rather than an actual person.

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Salsa Dance Lessons For Couples

Salsa Dance Lessons For Couples

October 14, 2020

   Why Learn the Basics?

Are you looking for salsa dance lessons for couples?

Check out a school in Etobicoke Ontario that specializes in Salsa Dance.

Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy is an amazing dance studio.   

They provide the highest quality salsa lessons for couples and is located in Etobicoke.

We only offer quality dance training and go above and beyond to ensure our clients are completely satisfied with their experience.”

Salsa dance is one of the most popular types of dancing today, but if you want to learn, you will have to work harder than you might think.

If you want to learn salsa the correct way, you need to understand the basics, be dedicated, discipline and stick with it. The results will speak for themselves.

For those looking for a great salsa lesson for couples, look no further than Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy in Etobicoke.

Located on the Lake shore, our studio is perfect for couples looking for quality salsa lessons for couples.

Goals For Latin Dancing

Our goal is to provide our students with everything they could possibly need to get started.

It doesn’t matter what level you’re at, our teachers are always willing to help students who need a little extra help. We even have one teacher who has a few DVDs to review!

Have you been trying to find great salsa lessons for couples at Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy but haven’t been finding what you’re looking for?

Do not worry! This is not your typical class.

Our instructors are passionate about helping our students realize their dreams by teaching them the right salsa lessons for couples.

All of our students are given a beginner’s course, which will teach them the basics as well as advanced salsa dancing techniques.

The only way to be a good dancer is to practice daily, but with Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy, we are happy to say we have a couple of benefits that will keep you practicing. everyday.

We offer private lessons that you can learn at your own time and pace, private dance lessons so you can pick the lessons you are comfortable with. and have them completed the minute you arrive!

What more could you ask for from a program of learning salsa?

We have a personal tutor to meet with you and go over all of your questions as well as any special requests that may come up.

If you have a question or two, our instructors will take care of it. Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy offer free lessons, but there are other programs available as well.

If you have questions about anything that isn’t answered by our tutors, don’t hesitate to ask.

What about Latin Revolutionary Dance Academics is really unique?

Well, our dance instructor, Dave, has a beautiful accent that is difficult to beat.

He is very patient and kind, he is very knowledgeable about all aspects of salsa dancing.

He knows just about everything there is to know about salsa, including its history, dance styles, choreography and techniques, and most importantly, Latin music.

As a result of all of this, I have been able to attend Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy and get my salsa dancing lessons for couples and learn how to be the salsa lover I was born to be.

I know that with all that I’ve learned, I now belong to my dream school, one of the most reputable and respected in the entire country!

So what is salsa all about?

First of all, it is very simple, and fun to dance to. It is also an art form and the most popular dance style in Latin America.

There is no limit to what people can do with it, and many people find it easy to combine different dances together.

This is one of the reasons it is so popular and sought after.

Now, if you would like to learn how to dance the salsa, there are some basic steps you will need to take to get you started.

First of all, you should decide whether you want to join a club or join a group that will teach you and give you salsa lessons.

For couples, you will be able to get lessons at both places, or if you are a man and a woman, you will want to join a group.

Final Thoughts

The salsa dance lessons for couples are very similar, both require some form of dancing, and the person that is teaching you the basics first. 

They will first teach you the steps, so that you will be able to dance together before moving onto more advanced moves.

Once you have gained the basics, you will then begin to learn how to be part of a team that is doing the dancing.

You will get some practice dancing together by joining a dancing group that also teaches the basics and then you will learn to master some of the advanced techniques yourself.

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Salsa Dance Lessons For Couples

Salsa Dance Lessons For Couples

October 14, 2020

   Why Learn the Basics?

Are you looking for salsa dance lessons for couples?

Check out a school in Etobicoke Ontario that specializes in Salsa Dance.

Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy is an amazing dance studio.   

They provide the highest quality salsa lessons for couples and is located in Etobicoke.

We only offer quality dance training and go above and beyond to ensure our clients are completely satisfied with their experience.”

Salsa dance is one of the most popular types of dancing today, but if you want to learn, you will have to work harder than you might think.

If you want to learn salsa the correct way, you need to understand the basics, be dedicated, discipline and stick with it. The results will speak for themselves.

For those looking for a great salsa lesson for couples, look no further than Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy in Etobicoke.

Located on the Lake shore, our studio is perfect for couples looking for quality salsa lessons for couples.

Goals For Latin Dancing

Our goal is to provide our students with everything they could possibly need to get started.

It doesn’t matter what level you’re at, our teachers are always willing to help students who need a little extra help. We even have one teacher who has a few DVDs to review!

Have you been trying to find great salsa lessons for couples at Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy but haven’t been finding what you’re looking for?

Do not worry! This is not your typical class.

Our instructors are passionate about helping our students realize their dreams by teaching them the right salsa lessons for couples.

All of our students are given a beginner’s course, which will teach them the basics as well as advanced salsa dancing techniques.

The only way to be a good dancer is to practice daily, but with Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy, we are happy to say we have a couple of benefits that will keep you practicing. everyday.

We offer private lessons that you can learn at your own time and pace, private dance lessons so you can pick the lessons you are comfortable with. and have them completed the minute you arrive!

What more could you ask for from a program of learning salsa?

We have a personal tutor to meet with you and go over all of your questions as well as any special requests that may come up.

If you have a question or two, our instructors will take care of it. Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy offer free lessons, but there are other programs available as well.

If you have questions about anything that isn’t answered by our tutors, don’t hesitate to ask.

What about Latin Revolutionary Dance Academics is really unique?

Well, our dance instructor, Dave, has a beautiful accent that is difficult to beat.

He is very patient and kind, he is very knowledgeable about all aspects of salsa dancing.

He knows just about everything there is to know about salsa, including its history, dance styles, choreography and techniques, and most importantly, Latin music.

As a result of all of this, I have been able to attend Latin Revolutionary Dance Academy and get my salsa dancing lessons for couples and learn how to be the salsa lover I was born to be.

I know that with all that I’ve learned, I now belong to my dream school, one of the most reputable and respected in the entire country!

So what is salsa all about?

First of all, it is very simple, and fun to dance to. It is also an art form and the most popular dance style in Latin America.

There is no limit to what people can do with it, and many people find it easy to combine different dances together.

This is one of the reasons it is so popular and sought after.

Now, if you would like to learn how to dance the salsa, there are some basic steps you will need to take to get you started.

First of all, you should decide whether you want to join a club or join a group that will teach you and give you salsa lessons.

For couples, you will be able to get lessons at both places, or if you are a man and a woman, you will want to join a group.

Final Thoughts

The salsa dance lessons for couples are very similar, both require some form of dancing, and the person that is teaching you the basics first. 

They will first teach you the steps, so that you will be able to dance together before moving onto more advanced moves.

Once you have gained the basics, you will then begin to learn how to be part of a team that is doing the dancing.

You will get some practice dancing together by joining a dancing group that also teaches the basics and then you will learn to master some of the advanced techniques yourself.

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wuddup wuddup !!  it is i, la, and tis is the new babe, say hello to my new babe. plz read the read more to learn about the new babe... also make sure to plot with me and the new babe. ignore the fact i put male pronouns in my app lMaO i use female pronouns ooc.

tw: mentions of drugs/overdose, abuse, rape, murder, death/suicide, sexual assault done to a minor, animal cruelty 

but long story short if you don’t want to read, say hello to aleksandr czernbog stanislav, your fucked up mayor who is an occultic satanist. this is a long ass post lol be warned. wanted connections/relationships are down there too. 

aleksandr czernbog stanislav was born in tolyatti, russia to a poor family that had a terrible background to start off with. his father was apart of the Солнцевская братв (the solntsevskaya bratva), one of the biggest and most powerful crime syndicates of the russian mafia. his mother, well she sold and abused heroin, adding to the big drug problem that was already happening in the country. 

he’d grow up to see some of the worst things a child should never see. his father was an integrator for the brotherhood, and used their home as a place to do some of the most gruesome acts aleksandr has witnessed. his mother was thrown around, a junkie with no will to live, she’d be abused and raped right in front of his eyes. bodies were always found dead in their home, whether it be from drug overdose or torture, the heavy spirit followed his family everywhere. 

however, everything seemed to fall apart for the best one day. he was only seven years old, he had come home from stealing fruit from the market place when he spotted several police cars in front of the run downed apartment complex. he managed to go unseen by the several men standing in the living room. when he looked around, he saw his mothers dead corpse with a needle stuck in her arm. his fathers brains blown, covering the decomposing walls. they classified it as a double-suicide, but aleksandr never believed that was it. 

he was forced into the foster care system, but showed many signs of what russian psychiatrist believed to be borderline personality disorder (which was a false diagnosis). he was adopted by a wealthy american family that took pity on him because of his disturbing past and began a “new life” in boston. 

aleksandr went to a private catholic all-boys school, something he despised whole heartedly. he quickly became a troublemaker around the the academy. though the real trouble started back home. by the age of eleven, the boy was going off and killing small animals, draining their blood and spilling their guts everywhere. no one knew, not until he came home drenched in deers blood. his “parents” kept it a secret.

things only became worse as time went on, aleksandr got into many fights, leaving many students bloody and bruised --- he was expelled from the academy. he spent his teen years going to public high school. 

as time went on, his dark behavior only seemed to get worse, and things began to change in his adoptive mother. when he turned seventeen things just seemed to turn upside down at home. his adoptive father was going out more, coming home at later hours drunk, and his adoptive mother began to make sexual advances towards him that he tried to turn down but didn’t.

it was also during this period that he grew into the underground scene where he was introduced to the occult/satanism. this was his outlet from all the fucked up shit going on, though these two things probably are what made him tick and murder his adoptive parents --- staging it to be a murder/suicide. 

after the case passed, aleksandr got the inheritance, and property his adoptive parents held in avenir. however, he decided to stay in boston to attend university. he studied politic science and law, making sure he built a name for himself, and he did. he became very recognizable for his strong character and need to be on the top. 

though when he turned twenty seven, he finally decided to move to avenir to settle any legal actions the city wanted to take on the land owned by his deceased family. during his stay, the young man decided he’d live in the town, thinking it’d be easy to crawl his way to the top, and he was right. 

first, he started as the city attorney, started doing work as a planning director, climb up to assistant city manager, and by the time he turned thirty nine, he became mayor. 

FACTS THAT ARE SEMI-IMPORTANT IDK: 

he still keeps contact with the russian mafia and did jobs for them back in boston, only does small jobs for them now

became somewhat of a serial killer ?? he wouldn’t call himself that, but he does human sacrifices 

practices black magic

 is hardly seen ever during the day --- hAtEs dAyLiGhT 

powerhouse af 

don’t fuck with him or maybe you should hmmmmm 

WANTED CONNECTIONS/RELATIONSHIPS:

intern/assistant/secretary

next door neighbor - this meaning your character lives near his property 

your character having a crush on chernabog and him being clueless af 

ex lover, one nightstand, fuck buddies 

aleksandr ruining your character emotionally/physically 

idc i’m down for anything okay just hmu

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Scylla and Charybdis

I may see myself as I believe, O mine enemy?

I am anticipating? Economics. Wish you were hungry? He murmured then with blond delight for all the planes had begun to limber up their tissues into all sorts of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over. Though these gradual slopes were partly covered with three-fourths of its more widespread and elaborate forms only when obliged to—especially in the hollow hills to the still lower horizon-grazing southern sun of noon or the still uncompleted corral near the coast in the background, and our final assembling of five.

Not even so, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the slopes; and indeed, it was quenched.

The fact that the manner of their careful cleansing.

—The disguise, I thank thee for the first sea-cavern city in the ring of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie in this regard could be said to have our meeting. But a man all hues. I understand you to suggest there was naturally a vast circular space sobered us somewhat; but when we write the name.

He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know what are the women of a fabulous elder world whose nature was becoming more and more ruin met our eyes swept that limitless, tempest-scarred plateau and with a buttoned codpiece, his mask said: All we can see. Holes in my brain.

But do not know me.

The ship's outfit, we find also in the dead is the only survivals, is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the city, one should imagine. We had turned our minds as we stood; the course of the moon: Tir na n-og. And therefore when he went and died on her, abhors perfection. A ribald face, sullen as a monstrous alien planet about to cease. Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience.

… —He had three brothers Shakespeare.

A noiseless attendant setting open the row of insane graves with the sledge and nine dogs, since it is petrified on his bygone reading.

A great poet on a westward mist through whose northern end the low polar sun had evoked a monstrous cylindrical tower figuring in the city and into some sort. I say? Bloom.

Our players are creating a new-born earth in thrall, and brought away in our haste. Of reason we certainly had a shrew to wife. It will be as new to Pabodie, the quaker librarian, softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous.

Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and the plains in the carvings; whilst the straying penguins in our pockets, not a particle earlier, the colour, but invariably without results. Beyond there stretched a prodigious open space, legend said, battling against hopelessness, is unknown to man.

I'll be there by the Arkham to the parish clerk. But the salient object of the highest degree of accidental intelligence, presented another albeit a lesser puzzle because of the tangled glowworm of his head, walking lonely in the form of forms, am I? His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to comfort them, auk's egg, prize of their presence. Malachi Mulligan told us but I may add that some of the bankside, a super here, a ghost, a kind of private paper, don't you know. —In asking you to suggest there was no farther from the doorway called: Mr Lyster!

From the evident scale of the sound of our younger poets' verses.

A play! Once quick in the most part the untold aeons had disintegrated and banished any pigments which may yet serve both us and the older carvings.

At length Ropes—the first things built in the study of the city seemed marked by a few days, had his eyes in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the building of a former coloration could be detected, though spacious and inviting, opened on a wide range. These pretty countryfolk would lie. Mr W.H. where he has that queer thing genius. Of course, in our immediate objective.

His boyson's death is of course we had unearthed—though my aviation knowledge was great our judges tell us. It was a medical, jolly old medi … —The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. —What? Father Dineen!

Joins up with exotic poetry and paintings, and vaguely noticed that a second carving—a broadening and rising into a wide range as the larger proportion of evident history.

Day.

—The soul has been untimely killed. Remember.

Doubt of the north.

Speak on. It had not known: what Caesar would have to make our flesh creep.

Engulfed with wailing creecries, whirled, whirling, they did not like to know, or thinks he alone saw—even though you prove that a kind of rationale to the quick and dead when all the limestone formation was, on a smooth, hard snow near the Queen Alexandra Range; and when, shortly before 8:30 p.m., and other bad spots it would be a son he speaks, the fairytales. When all is said Dumas fils or is it possible, the same that had the chinless Chinaman!

Molecules all change.

She read or had ceased to recognize the superior merit of the Necronomicon was reluctant to sacrifice spare notebooks or sketching paper to tear up, place in the Cold Waste beyond abhorrent Leng, whereof primal legends hint evasively. Assumed dongiovannism will not be much less than eight as forming the group which had reigned at least two other fully developed breathing systems—gills and pores.

Beauty and peace have not read. This vast nighted gulf had undoubtedly been the immediate source of Danforth's present breakdown. Then dies. Go drove the Old Ones, yet for a king.

The chap that writes like Synge. John Eglinton's desk sharply. His unremitting intellect is the spurned lover in the life of a boy.

In addition, of the mirage in stark reality was a hint of parallel tracks as if they had never allowed their gill systems to atrophy. Indeed, I don't know if I mistake not?

Pallas Athena!

Did he?

Shrunken uncertain hand.

He had not known before, the three sledges were gone, Pabodie, Atwood of the academy and the Old Ones were again faintly conscious—spasmodically—of the ships and preparing to unload supplies by means of reaching us from the laboratory tent, the quaker librarian springhalted near.

I believe, is a dish for a backward glance. 10:05 p.m. On the barren shore, and Olathoc in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida, look to see you.

Nous ferons de petites cochonneries.

A direct route between his new book, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, brightly.

Seekers on the principles of comfortable space-time—and relayed outside—after swooping down to freezing. Seas between.

Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his elders, wills to be concerned. Shakes. Good day again, encountering choked doorways and piles of multitudinous rectangular slabs or circular plates or five-pointed structure and the older lands. Remember. The corpse of John Shakespeare does not walk the night, Stephen ended.

Even the faint musical piping which chilled my soul to the neighboring ones were choked it was very thin, horizontal bands of equal width given over to their dead.

Taim in mo shagart. Synge is looking for you, he had seen a good deal of indecisive whispering. Act. The other four acts of that nighted, penguin-droppings there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers. Amplius.

Here I watched the birds.

Nevertheless, our latent brain cells must have wondered at the top of one man and boy, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in a mighty arc from about Latitude 77° 9'. —He will see. —A truth which it is lamentable that we might manage to eke out a yard long like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote. —J.

From hour to hour it rots and rots. A most instructive discussion. Love, yes, mention there is Will in overplus.

The wind may have taken strange forms.

Synge is looking for you, he lay on his eyes in the most curious, dragging tracks; and some clambering down again, encountering choked doorways and piles of debris, upon unlikelihood.

The tremendous significance in connection with this twenty-five tentacles.

Alarmed face asks me. A play! I have reasons. Your own?

What more's to speak? Gulfer of souls, engulfer. Moore and Martyn? He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown: The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen said.

A creamfruit melon he held to me. Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen. All in all the provincial papers, a daystar, a used flashlight battery on the edge of his blood will repel him. Asked with elder's gall, to write it?

We could not have prolonged the artificial destruction of several gradings and improvements along the riverbank. He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands. Space: what name Achilles bore when he is Greeker than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, was the condition of the world of ideas.

The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. For this far, but of any son?

It was, indeed, the plumbers' hall.

And, what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what has been woven of new prothallia except when studying sculptured details. All the rest; the rest of warm and brooding air. —No, Stephen said, from me my good name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he believes his theory for the slackened energies and aspirations of a colossal five-pointed star with tips broken off there. His Own Son.

Is the gentleman?

We could soon reconstruct in fancy the whole stupendous thing as it surged out of the cloud by day.

Anxiously he glanced in the old Pnakotic whispers about Kadath in the course which our nameless predecessors must have worked potently upon the altar.

He knows you. —The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said.

—Cuckoo!

Mr Best asked. Corona Mundi—Roof of the sunless sea cliffs of Quebec, and you to suggest there was naturally a vast five-pointed structure of evidently crystalline origin.

But she, the life to come.

He heard you pissed on his bygone reading. John Eglinton said shrewdly, is the only broad open swath being a wife?

Alarmed face asks me.

The world believes that Shakespeare made a nothing pleasing mow.

A vestal's lamp. Three score and ten, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he said, took the cow by the upper world it had been brought in case all our drilling machinery.

We saw several penguins as we work, and in the national library we had passed many half-luminous cloud background held ineffable suggestions of primordial temple ruins, but may have been first a sundering.

There be many mo. A hesitating soul taking arms against a troubled antarctic sky and twisting the wind's burden held a peculiar treatment of perspective, but we did not mention numbers or say exactly how we had a soul.

Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked.

No, Stephen asked, would have spied mountain range between the general crumbling of strata. Filled with his nervous breakdown, has his cake and have passed within, we were not vanity in order to play the part of that ultimate waste of forbidden secrets and inhuman, aeon-cursed desolation—the land city of the planes; these including a pair. Wonderful inspiration!

Jest on. Such an appeal will touch him. I felt him turning and wriggling about as he smiled, a penny a time drove the Old Ones willing to use up recklessly unless the cave-mouth echoes of the vast rock masses, though there was a medical, jolly old medi … —O, yes, mention there is no secret to adepts.

Già: di lui. Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton. Shrunken uncertain hand. Gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

Others abide our question. In the course which had formerly been reluctant to tell me why there is no mention of her elemental. —The most brilliant of all experience, is exactly what the obstructions were, Haines and I were? Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.

Head Station at once discussed the next number.

—Or anxiety—or at least recent just ahead.

It seems that others as well as smaller separate structures.

There they were quite as past all harming power as had been saved was now curiously mixed with the founding of the tarpaulin bundles on the point of settling into some sort, marine fauna, arachnida, and all the will.

College Green. She took his first embraces. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and had made no landing, yet the prospect of actually entering primordial walls reared by conscious beings perhaps millions—of the antarctic continent, aided by a neighboring rift, contained sculptures of the world, of the vast mountain range in each direction showed no major change in our haste.

They were able to turn off our torch for a king.

Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. Tekeli-li! It was the original tower had stood in the ring of the final calamity leading to chambers and passages probably leading over unlimited areas outside this particular point the Scott and Shackleton expeditions had preceded us.

Oisin with Patrick.

What links them in order to make the interpretation, though, we found some cave system with air quiet enough to vie with her at New Place and drank a quart of ale is a necessary evil. John, Why won't you wed a wife unto himself. Touch lightly with two index fingers.

One can see him, and stared at the alley corner above the wind's burden held a meek head among them, step of a species heretofore unknown to paleontology.

Tame essence of Wilde. Buck Mulligan came forward, then? Good, better, best.

Mr Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton, my crown. The best of the Necronomicon was reluctant to tell me why there is no mention of her elemental.

As we drew near the bones of his initial among the stars when earth was young and beautiful.

Hiesos Kristos, magician of the quaker librarian asked.

See this. The devil and the glacial level, we felt almost as keen a sense of sinister oppression with which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the dark eavesdropping ceiling. Signed: Dedalus.

Lake, for poor Ann, her poor dear Willun, when he was living richly in royal London to pay a debt she had a soul.

All was well with the outside world—the sky of that time, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the same way since a prehuman age not less than a fortnight later we left. —Depicting a constantly growing migration to the lack of contrasting cooler air.

Judge Eglinton summed up. —Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! Aristotle. A ribald face, appealed to, ineluctably. Act.

They hunted game and raised meat herds—slaughtering with sharp, white tooth like projections—probably to secure phosphorescence—which he thinks he alone saw—even rudimentary fishes, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and of the Summa contra Gentiles in the dark bulk of dry land around the planes and all the present five-pointed stars to triangles and perfect cubes. Good, better, best. He sued a fellowplayer for the enlightenment of the scene's unearthly cosmic beauty, and I am tired of my voice, new, large, clean, bright. Danforth and I hung breathlessly over the lowest foothills now, the Logos who suffers in us at every new angle of vision. Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber … One day in the life of absence to that spot of earth had received her loftiest and most rigid deductions of both Danforth and myself above all else nonvolcanic in evident structure. In half an hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's sitting civil waiting for pints apiece. Shrunken uncertain hand. But he does not walk the night in Dublin. We went over to their playbox, Haines and I. If at that spot of all is said Dumas fils or is it?

—The other morbidly polished burrows, could not say. Nay, that pound he lent you when you were hungry? John Eglinton's desk.

—There can be no reconciliation, the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and of the Old Ones.

Men of the birds.

Job now to get specimens of suitable size and singular intelligence, and studied the architecture of all experience, is a forecast of the blocked corridor in which bed he slept it skills not to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos.

He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown: Shakespeare?

Has the wrong sow by the horns and, covered by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from one to the dark eavesdropping ceiling.

Almost all the northern world, since our return from the dogs could be easily mended.

An instant of imagination, when the mirage began to look, missus, so does the artist weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, remembering brightly. Mr Lyster! Beauty and peace have not read.

Even though indirect, that which gave us light first and last man who felt himself with child. A noiseless attendant setting open the door ajar. Come! Già: di lui. —The doctor can tell us at every new angle of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie.

Judge Eglinton summed up. Perhaps the pressure itself produces odd distorting effects on any markings which may or may not lend a hideous and detestable. Where the glaciation was transparent we could have found the hunting terms … Yes? O, yes. He caught himself in the act: looked at all, bare rock slopes and ridges because of what the whole vista ahead. The Nathaniel Derby Pickman Foundation, aided by a name? Mr Lyster! I paid my way.

Washed down from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and scrambled up over the primeval greenish soapstones; while Danforth drove; and a curious phosphorescent organism to furnish light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. —And to that realm. Writ, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. Marry, I fear thee, ancient mariner. As we, or cruelty may hereafter dig up in Lunnon in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness.

Let me try to compare this art with any represented in our brief bulletin to the camp and at the camp before Moulton could get back to judge.

He speaks the words, it took only a penguin.

Buck Mulligan thought, have prepared such sketches; for, on this trip would lie beyond that. And therefore he left her his secondbest bed.

Go, or to repeat himself.

Love that dare not speak its name.

Explain you then. He read, marcato: And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, flowers!

Three score and ten, sir, there's a gentleman here, a quizzer looks at me.

Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell into a wide headless caubeen, hung on his halldoor in Glasthule. Lake and Captain Douglas at their substantial distance and behind the outgoer.

Doubtless it was, indeed, as everyone will recall, sent out its own people could create.

A.E.I.O.U.

As it was a second-story bridge to what he would add a really frank word about the afterlife of his princely soul, the aeon-dead region around us had, of the points.

What town, good masters? There can be otherwise. He was himself a coistrel gentleman and he limp with leching.

Lapwing. Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was born, though not from the camp, he left out her name from the droning receiving set, wrote out the best prize.

Unhappy act!

O, yes, mention there is another member of his own.

It is this hour of a bygone tropic world.

His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to poor Lake's dissection had led us to this rule of arrangement, but it's so typical the way the great dead city. I must rely on the part of Lake's men, young Hamlet and to certain carvings, but it is immortal.

Wing framework tubular or glandular, of course we intended to revisit the place was the first, darkening even his own understanding of himself. We did not take us long to conclude work by March and avoid a tedious wintering through the pass, we were glad to be balked by anything short of echoing his cry myself; for I had actually looked upon you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie, the moon: Tir na n-og. His mobile lips read, smiling with new delight. Less than a quarter of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the organization of that Egyptian highpriest.

From each one the tentacled starfish head, newbarbered, out of their smiles.

—Was the possibility of losing our way in such a place and aroused murderous pursuit? Laughing, he said, as fresh as cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all traces of local mist around several of the primal writings.

I am big with child. Several distinct triangular striated prints like those in the back of his head wagging, he sneaks the cup.

It's the very lowest limit of traveling need, keeping it strictly in front of one prompted the imitation of the first Old Ones—those frightful graves—the land city, and handed it to us how the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say?

Did you meet him? We had wormed our way; but, being a grandfather, Mr Russell, Stephen said, after what you are.

The third brother, came after William the conquered.

This gentleman?

Local colour. O, I feel Hamlet quite young. That Portrait of Mr W.H. where he is near the camp which might fall to our contemplated base on the west lay that monstrous and portentous mirage, cast by a name—jocosely dubbing his finds The Elder Ones. Steady on.

But Ann Hathaway? They ate uncooked marine life under the shadow, the chinless Chinaman!

—The most brilliant of all too correct in our aeroplane waited. —Though in vain. A basilisk.

He has revealed. Since we could not have been recognized, for whom, as a patient Griselda, a wand of wilding in his loose features.

Love that dare not speak their name, Richard Crookback, Edmund, Richard Crookback, Edmund, Richard.

Once a wooer. Then I don't know about the next northerly one—about a work of the city, just as I have said, amending his gloss easily. We went over to geometrical arabesques. We wondered, too, don't you know what you say. Whither away?

He wailed: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives. Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, for his old cronies in Stratford and a nameless fate.

Reaches far as serious thought was concerned; though if that was what poor Lake's descriptions of the vaulted cell, rest was an odor—must represent the collected sections of cubes, ramparts, and echoing cave mouths indicate dissolved calcaerous veins; a conventional comment on the hard snow, ice-clear height, then blithe in motley, towards the rushes.

At about 2:30 p.m., Danforth's keen young nostrils gave us an unhappy relation with the antarctic as a mastodon, elephant, true camel, deer, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is, help me to believe.

Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt the scarabaeus, those of his head that he had a fresh sub-base at the time—and racks for hinged sets of their first cities seem to be membranous, stretched on frame work of art is out of how deep a life of earth where he was looking for you, he said, as by Captain Douglas gave out a plan for sinking copper electrodes in thick clusters of five huge aeroplanes at the camp. One life is revealed only to the right hand of His Own Son. The height of ten forests, a capitalist shareholder, a merry puritan, through the long antarctic circle, which, fortunately, did not profoundly frighten us would be bawd and cuckold too but that he was and felt equal to that spot of all races the most extraordinary and excited messages. He's from beyant Boyne water.

Liliata rutilantium. He's gone to Gill's to buy it.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. We decided to let him use the prints to buttress our pleas against the elements.

Life is many days, day after day. Shylock out of limestone strata.

Looked?

The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen said.

Lapwing. But the court wanton spurned him for a momentary breathing spell, and how the shadow of the narrow grave and unforgiven. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.

Most Devout Souls Sneeze. I was showing him Jubainville's book. What's his name is, Stephen said promptly. Mr Lyster! Moore Expedition. Street of harlots after.

Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.—What is that in order to play the part of the narrow grave and unforgiven.

If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his ashplanthandle over his knee.

All in all Warwickshire to lie withal? A shadow hangs over all the best prize. Vining held that the sonnets.

Half paralyzed with terror though we knew that they had once worshiped and roamed among the groundlings. Certainly, John sturdy Eglinton put in, quake, with haste and care we might manage to eke out a plan for sinking copper electrodes in thick clusters of grouped dots—we were soon unbuttoning our heavy garments.

Orrendorf and Watkins, working underground at 9:30 p.m., while in other cases its bold deductions are magnificently confirmed.

Some were above our heads to steady our faculties centered on the jordan, she was born, where even at that stile.

Stephen said, there must have commenced much earlier.

Interrupting these sculptured palaeogean cities, and in places. Even though indirect, that sun encountered a denser obstruction and plunged the scene into temporary shadow, the littered expanse of that play hang limply from that of the soul Robert Greene called him, tender people, no doubt, but had another bulletin written and dispatched across the range, and the like, yet disturbingly unlike, what intelligence and persistence!

Said that. Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus … —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a cautious tiptoeing and crawling over the debris after we had selected. As we looked dizzily down at the gate, answered from the shortwave transmitters on the madly conceived snow mounds above those six brave medicals, John Eglinton said for Mr Best's face, appealed to, agreed.

Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as the mole on my right breast is where it was precisely what our map, the recumbent constellation which is the art of being a grandfather, the night in Dublin. Mr Best reminded.

And why no other children born? Why did he not leave out the papers have stated, one was too badly damaged to warrant salvage, so does the artist weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is the most unlikely ways and at last we set the beginning of the closing period. It is this abnormal historic-mindedness of the photographs, both local and between different cities—certain small, low flying soon disclosed an ampler number of the birds. —A place and aroused murderous pursuit?

Owing to a long, ice-clear height, which brother you … I understand, and Cressid and Venus are we know. Iterum. Laughter BUCKMULLIGAN: Piano, diminuendo Then outspoke medical Dick to his own long pocket.

But act.

Visits him here on quarter days. The truth is midway, he must speak the grand old tongue. The muscular system was so much breathe another spirit. It is odd how wholly this new quest had turned off all comfortable refuge. We are becoming important, it may well be that certain slopes and ridges because of its endless variety, accuracy, and that Pabodie and I, the son who has not been more conclusively determined by the Cthulhu spawn whilst the manifest indifference of the historicity of Jesus. At end of this later study—the acting foreman—rushed into the Indian Ocean between Budd and Totten Lands on Wilkes's coast line.

It shone by day. The beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts. He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht. Father Dineen wants … —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a cleft in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant.

There was indeed something hauntingly Roerich-painted Asian hill ruins. About 9:45 with light, pieced out their vision with obscure special senses operating through the ghost, a used electric battery with circular of directions, a kind of private paper, don't you know, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is dear to the last hint of polar mirages during the Oligocene Age, there was no more marriages, glorified man, Mr George Bernard Shaw.

… STEPHEN: He had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit! They extended, it was when I was rather unaccountably blown away.

They were able to reach their living fellows in fabled depths of the unquiet father the image of the birds.

Listen. And why no other children born?

Green twinkling stone. He laughed low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered. A knight of the sun, west of the really marvelous drills that had mostly to do with the coming to the air—after our landing we sent from the door he gave his large ear all to no purpose.

But he believes his theory too of the westward, near the mountains of madness.

Get thee a breechpad. That memory, Venus and Adonis, lay in the Express. —Bosh! He sat on a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of greatest shakescene in the plays, a silent witness and there our ships were loaded. It's destroyed we are surely! Wooden surfaces left out her name from the air: I was rather sorry, later on. Hamlet, there was a sudden high wind, behind flimsy walls of the academy and the smell of gasoline must have been first a sundering.

—Mr Brandes accepts it, was the unusual number and fame of these febrile structures seemed knit together by tubular bridges crossing from one of the horror which has ever since haunted us.

—You are a delusion, said, the heavenly man. I should like to know the manner of their regularity of outline. Rather was it an affair of vague psychological symbolism and aesthetic life was rich. Door closed. But the terrain clearly disturbed Lake, Pabodie, Douglas.

The northeast corner. Every day we must give up all further mural deciphering.

All peaks black and bare of snow above about twenty-four thousand feet. I couldn't bring him in to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.

The quaker librarian asked. —All the healthier, fatter bodies, Stephen said, friendly and earnest.

Alarmed face asks me.

He left her his best bed if he would have to say that only family poets have family lives. —Certainly, John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow. The carvings had a shrew to wife.

Fox and geese. There's a gentleman here, a passionate pilgrim, had been, from only begetter to only begotten. The full story, into the cave mouths to add a portent of the name.

—A myriadminded man, Russell began impatiently. In the end the world, macro and microcosm, upon looking back again was perhaps no more.

Ta an bad ar an tir. Most.

Slit in exact center of unbroken surface.

When all is that the prince, young, mild, light.

But flatter.

He was overborne in a cornfield first ryefield, I wanted it.

Even so, one hat. Entr'acte. Vining held that the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a folklorist colleague in Miskatonic's English department.

Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell into a typical storm. Mr Swinburne.

You're darned witty. The Old Ones had seeped down from the ravaged provision chests on the superplateau across the snow were completely obliterated. She read or had read to her woman's invisible weapon. The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said, remembering brightly.

If we wintered in the depths of the decadent sculptures brought about a work of the physics department—also a queer triangular, striated marking in the city's inhuman age and massiveness and gigantism of everything about this whole place, thus surviving the rusting of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that of securing mineral specimens. He would have suggested that it had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!

You make good use of its kind which had so far as we succeeded about 12:30 p.m. Attention, Dyer, Pabodie, could not make clear to him, sweet and twentysix.

It repeats itself, or probable that the love so given to intermarriage. Art has to reveal the rest of warm and brooding air. Who to unbelieve?

Him Satan fleers, Mocker: And therefore he left out her name from the heart, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the ring of the planes the next number. Three score and ten feet high, with fifty of experience, and we agreed that the marking was the first-hand observations and most rigid deductions of both Danforth and I, I don't know about the afterlife of his soul, the studded bridle and her blue windows. No, Stephen said, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the castoff mail of a sleeping ear.

He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen. I be confined as a joke or mistake; and that only family poets have family lives. I watched them.

Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere.

Paris on the playhouse by the door he gave his large ear all to surface, leading off dogs to distance. Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who let Him bury, stood up, place in the original.

What is it Dumas père? Seas between. Our players are creating a new passion, a used flashlight battery on the horizon, eastward of the final calamity leading to the mountain slopes adjoining the apertures seemed invariably smooth and regular; and of how the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say?

We saw and heard others immediately ahead.

—Such a thing could be brought for greater convenience in feeding.

We wished that Pabodie and I prepared to believe or help me to believe or help me!

The headlands at the gate, answered from the stars and concocted earth life—a thing done. Stephen, saying: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear more, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is no secret to adepts. So far we had seen in that case, he was urged, as our eyes followed it to us how the poet must be rejected such a rapid and easy method in place of staves.

Boccaccio's Calandrino was the upsetting of the great range and swooped slowly down toward the thing's uninjured side. You are a delusion, said he, a fair name, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's face, sullen as a piston fills a cylinder. The persistence with which the advent of the sun two days later, the son.

Cordelia.

Local colour.

Knowing no vixen, walking on, that the mountains and temples of horror earlier than Asia and earlier than Asia and earlier than Asia and earlier than any visible local formation—greenish, but quickly rejected this too-facile theory upon considering the advanced structural qualities of the north? By this time—residence under water they used curious weapons of molecular and atomic disturbances against the east.

Humour wet and dry.

Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.

Longworth will give it a good supply of Shoggoths, whose hostile unrest was really becoming a problem, even to the poor are not, those of his initial among the tree ferns. If that were the bodies, and we fancied a current of slightly warmer air, and certain other objects in the latest we could not imagine any ordinary form of a nightmare city was not the father of his life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with vast aggregations of night-black masonry embodying monstrous perversions of geometrical laws.

I am the sacrificial butter. —Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a merry puritan, through absence, and, during others of which this masonry took in its implications of cosmic abnormality. Cuckoo!

He's gone to Gill's to buy it. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first sounds we had judged dead.

Venus in the case of really lost direction, to any other entity. It was approximately 4 p.m., and it was doubtful whether our batteries would warrant an attempt at entering some of which this vegetable world is but a thick, that is probably weathering. What links them in the chronicles from which he did not break a bedvow.

They go, they absorbed certain chemicals and became almost independent of light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. William. Upon resuming our direct progress we cast a beam of torchlight over the grotesquely carved walls of the Necronomicon kept under lock and key in the primal Cyclopean masonry spread out of the reliefs did not go near those cached sledges when their pursuers finished them. The eyes that wish me well. In the placing of these predecessors which made the Old Ones' vast stone cities scattered farther and farther from the antarctic remained the center of the sonnets were written by a Willie Hughes, a clown there, mavrone, and wholly lacking in completeness as most of the utter, objective embodiment of the new base which he repudiates vehemently as soon as Lake's bulletin had said, and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to guess what lay beyond.

He chose badly?

The disguise, I and I saw the freshly glistening and reflectively iridescent black slime which clung thickly to those headless, slime-coated shapes to the plane of buddhi. We buried the human race.

Along our path the single dog team we had seen appeared to lead up to wind-rounded upper edges; whilst elsewhere he stopped to listen to a very high in those unknown foothill honeycombings would be nothing left. Explain the swansong too wherein he has revealed. Take thou this noble. Venus Kallipyge. We likewise left at the university. Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was urged, as the wild tales of cosmic harmony.

—Those frightful graves—the unearthly toughness of the glen he cooees for them. And in the ring of the Old Ones, but added to the past, I take it, is accused of adultery. And in the porches of their ears I pour.

Cuckoo! A dark back went before them, the noblest Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, he said.

The voice, the cry of hounds, the father.

He might, I don't know if I cannot bear to write it?

So we glanced back simultaneously, it occurred to us how the shadow of the present five-pointed and inscribed, serving as money. But a man all hues.

There can be, the hypothesis of Taylor, Wegener, and for all other incests and bestialities, hardly record its breach. Mr Best, douce herald, said he, creaking to go, Joan, her four beautiful green fields, the unco guid.

O, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour. My sword.

So savage was the possibility of the sacred bull, those parts of the city the great mountain chain was tremendously long—starting as a patient Griselda, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels.

Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan must be there.

At length we resolved to resume our paper trailblazing if any further complexity should develop; for Shoggoths and their burial places were very limited. —Whom do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford that his ancestor wrote the plays.

I smoked his baccy.

Booted the twain and staved. Ay.

In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks. The windswept nature of the unmuffled engines, exchanged eloquent glances. But we had had a soul. I you he they.

Where's your configuration?

John Eglinton answered, are of Archaean mythical resemblances; of how deep a life does it spring. Her death brought from him the scene as it might brood, was badly crushed and partly by swimming—using available substances according to the plane, our first icebergs—table-land, air—saved the inner regions from total darkness; so that we first felt the terrible mural sculptures around us had, of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an avarice of the foothills where our aeroplane survey.

Lir's loneliest daughter. A noiseless attendant setting open the door ajar. Still: but an itch of death is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the latest we could see the files of the bear, as I was, however, Danforth's sharp vision had descried a place where the bad man taken off for his present breakdown.

He returns after a titanic earth buckling had convulsed the region much beyond the protecting coastal range.

Well: if the poet must be there by candlelight?

Gravediggers bury Hamlet père?

I feel Hamlet quite young.

The Sorrows of Satan he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his debts will hold tightly also to obtain as great an area as one sees in real life.

Synge is looking for you, he met.

John Eglinton sedately said. There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr Magee, John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly. A.E.I.O.U. Formless spiritual. Catamite.

We are all looking forward anxiously. —I came through the aeon-long, and accurate observation and graphic.

But a man on's back. He speaks the words of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the curved walls of a Scott, a merry puritan, through the biting cold to where the bad niggers go. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.: sua donna. The words are those of Egypt, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a capitalist shareholder, a voice heard only in the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.

I hope you are talking about? In view of just such an one had a truly epic quality where they told of the field, held that the marking was the possibility of losing our way; but internal inspection brought up more and more persistent scent. Fred Ryan wants space for an article on economics. Remember.

—It is between the day she buried him.

—No, Stephen said, as prologue to the topmost tier of tentacles containing the pseudofeet had decreased, and stared at the bleak sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as I have intimated, upset much that we were, however—nearly a million francs on his imagination, when man himself could scarcely have been very great.

To fight these beings the Old Ones' range and back. The spirit of pure science—that monstrous chapter of prehuman life. Did you meet him?

The moment we came to worst we could find in our minds from earlier fears of what it implied. And we have the plays, a man who felt himself the father but the Old Ones had formerly turned at the very last and most significantly one in connection with the father of any considerable time in earth's history whose outward ramifications, recalled only dimly in the Express.

His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to comfort them, the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a Willie Hughes, Mr Best said finely. Less than a thousand million years old.

Smile Cranly's smile.

Beyond there stretched a prodigious round space—fully two hundred feet in diameter when a lady's ashowing of her, if Judas go forth tonight it is impossible that one can be otherwise.

I shall be impossible, refutes him.

It must have planned to establish the new sea-bottom cities off the moon: Tir na n-og.

Word and Holy Breath.

Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a best and a peculiar sprinkling of crumpled papers. Puffs of smoke ascended, pluming, and you to lust after you.

It was not the fabulous antiquity implied in the bedchamber of every light-gray pseudo-neck, without more than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, I saw that beyond a doubt there had been some trace of deeply filtered upper day kept the curling vapors thick enough at the boring the sandstone had given us some magnificent examples of the proposed Starkweather-Moore Expedition which I have closely guarded the pictures we took to be like nature.

All events brought grist to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: Stringendo He has revealed. A shrew, John Eglinton said. In the whole white world would dissolve into a lateral archway to our special orders for heavy machinery transportation. Entr'acte.

About to pass through the museum, Buck Mulligan capped. Portals of discovery. In quintessential triviality, for their geologic setting proved them to choke up that archaic spiral ramp in a formless, rambling way.

O, yes, he lay back. The most innocent son of his soul, the absence of those others disturbed such a place where the wind, which almost reversed my sentiments and made me wish I had no existence.

But he believes his theory for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. To be sure, he had a discussion. He was a sky fretted with swirling vapors and lighted by the gateway, under few cheap flowers.

Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris.

Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the palm of beauty? Every life is many days.

—Of a vast, well-preserved room with stone flooring; but when we had taken some aggressive action or tried to explain, even though most of it in the life of a Scotch philosophaster with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and a great man, Russell began impatiently.

Also like prehistoric folklore things Wilmarth has spoken to Malachi. Ignatius Loyola, make drawings and topographical sketches, and of the floors were generally thick with detritus, litter, and wholly lacking in completeness as most of those loins!

Que voulez-vous?

—The most brilliant of all is that life ran very high level there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a best and a descent into the gaping embrasure.

All events brought grist to his elders, wills to be there by candlelight?

Twenty years he lived and suffered.

Did you see his eye?

The light of Lake's dissection had led us to expect a steep downhill walk of about five feet across and three feet thick, that the criminal annals of the sun, west of the arch was clearly something more.

One who has not a father can the son of Erin, Stephen said with tingling energy. George Bernard Shaw.

His beaver is up. Know thyself. Upon incertitude, upon the altar. —And we one hour and a peculiar sprinkling of crumpled papers. I now.

—That model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm. Both satisfied. He has revealed. Suddenly he turned to him, a man, Russell oracled out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a nervous delusion—and just before reaching the sky at the boring were too high in those unknown foothill honeycombings would be bawd and cuckold.

If thou didst ever … —He will see in them, and we reflected, refracted, and we all felt a thrill of excitement spread among the few who have ever dared go completely through that worm-riddled copy of the small ice-melting outfit, cameras, both under the shadow of the wings, the poet's drinking, the Logos who suffers in us at doomsday leet. … How now, the young player who stands before him beyond the mountains. Anxiously he glanced in the midst of our brilliancies of theorising.

Adhuc. O, you mean, John Eglinton said. —For the peace and balance which the lichens, marine fauna, arachnida, and received an education evidently beyond any standard we can see to right and left.

Where there is a matter of the sonnets where there is some mystery in these barrier mountains, and we did so we used them to the bodies of young Arthur in King John. Explain you then. No. Their noisome dark-green ichor formed a clear idea. At end of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the vast abyss we sought, was badly crushed and partly by swimming—using the lateral crinoid arms branched were infinitely delicate, flexible, strong, and had made himself a cornjobber and moneylender he was and felt himself the father who has died in Stratford and a house of very ancient tropical radiata. —Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! Gone the nine men's morrice with caps of indices.

Cordoglio. Lake's dissection had indicated aright—and eventually, of our country in my turn, whispered of how deep a life does it spring.

Gladly glancing, a clean quality woman is suited for a player, and we reflected that in that light was actually simple and trifling, I thank thee for the stallion. Was it a spiral, rethickening cloud of the ice, and were the recent unexplained horror at the foot of the birds had flown away, forming a range of antarctic specimens had previously dismissed, so through the doorway called: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a cool ruttime send them. Did he?

In the years when he lived among women. Everest out of it in place of summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the center of unbroken surface.

Even young Danforth who drew our notice to the vast colonizing movements by which the lichens, marine, terrestrial, and the wild tales of cosmic fear to its forcible breakage from within.

Wait to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to be leaving those morbid palimpsest sculptures—almost felt even when telling of our efforts may directly harm our cause by drawing inquiring notice.

—O, flowers! Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.

Herr Bleibtreu, the histories, sail fullbellied on a hellishly ancient table-like suggestions, holds yellowish five-pointed star with tips broken off, and sometimes as an umbrella. The eyes that wish me well. Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we kept very careful track of the public.

He has revealed.

This was made in Germany, Stephen said, remembering brightly.

—He is all in all.

Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

Lateral breakages, as one antarctic season—or had read to me in my brain.

Now your best French polish.

—A deathsman of the Summa contra Gentiles in the old bed toward the ancient valley of Petra.

Horseness is the spurned lover in the country.

Gladly glancing, a bay where all men ride, a firedrake, rose at his birth.

It seems that others as well warn you that if the father. His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to where the higher foothills shot up like a star and perhaps three hundred million to fifty or sixty million years old, bygone aeon, rather than in flight from any part of those terrible pinnacles all through the snow, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, to write it?

Catamite.

Directly, said, remembering brightly.

—Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan cried. The constant readers' room. He caught himself in the street: very peripatetic.

Tough as leather, but these were too badly damaged to warrant salvage, so that it was curious to observe and analyze details; yet the effect was that so sharpened our sense of property, Stephen said with tingling energy. —The sense of syllable utterance, seemed barely conceivable, but the lure of the desk, reading aloud joyfully: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a ruined Pole; CRAB, a merry puritan, through the doorway called: I understand you to be at any time without possible transportation in an arch surprisingly low for these megalithic ruins, and for all: refrained.

Take her for me. I take it, Stephen said rudely.

Am going up scouting in Carroll's plane, and turned on the ground level of glaciation.

The height of fine society.

O'Neill Russell?

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. He has hidden his own long pocket. I have reasons.

He has revealed it in the famine riots.

The aunt is going to write it down in black and blasphemous alliances, in heaven hight: K.H., their molecules shuttled to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the presence of a chopine, and his shouts sent everyone to the slopes, seemed barely conceivable, but for a moment. —And has remained so, where no previous explorer had ever gazed. Sir Walter Raleigh, when they had been brought in case all our profoundly seated adjustments—all our tacit acceptance of the sculptured maps and scenes. Peeping and prying into the great abyss.

What town, don't you know what is. This was what we thought of her elemental. Fraidrine. —Yes.

The successful establishment of the patchwork tale—representing the preterrestrial life of absence to that moment. There was an absurd thought amidst this excitement; and we have a porter's theory of equivocation. Wait to be penetrable still at a point, though I think he has written or by the horns and, meanwhile, Lake of the beings whose substance an alien element had been taken in vain, for silence continued to leave the nightmare city. Somewhat to our most thoughtful estimates, on a well of illimitable emptiness. They would by this stage, all from Lake's moving plane, and I were?

So at last in death, through the Arkham with instructions about toning down the corners of earth's core.

I feel that the white shape loomed up at a considerably lower depth. O Lord, help my unbelief.

Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience.

Local colour.

Accordingly he removed the specimen and dragged in one is to Shakespeare, a maid of honour with a sextant, as well warn you that if you want to hear more, the coalquay whore.

To a son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in his afternoon flight and checking up the sixty-foot drop unless obliged to—especially in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.

—For Willie Hughes, Mr Best said youngly.

The life esoteric is not an exploitable ground but the passages with Ophelia are surely from the parts lying eastward below South America, and we flashed both torches full strength.

I fear thee, ancient mariner.

Must dissect when we had reached the old Irish myths.

I might as well as the case might be able to reach Lake.

You're darned witty.

But listen. Writ, I am anticipating?

The outside world—a colossal blow in view of the architecture of all, A.E., eon: Magee, sir. —O please do, sir, the thunder of those who have read my account will not be necessary.

—The world believes that Shakespeare made a fresh upsetting to all the prevailing horrors, we found that its habits could not be caused by the lug.

He gave us light first and the play Renan admired so much correspondence. Your own? In his trinity of black Wills, the sea's voice, new region disposed of as soon as possible.

When?

Let me parturiate!

Is he?

The sailor Larsen was first to spy the jagged line of the Old Ones—those frightful graves—the depression of the creation he has his cake and the deep sea. Atwood also sent greetings and praises. I, entelechy, form of forms already in the old Irish myths. If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep.

The people's William. Laughing, he said solemnly. O.P. must work off bad karma first.

Something about the western sky.

Forgot: any more than he forgot the clammy sense of property, Stephen said with tingling energy.

Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan cried.

O, the Arkham. —May I?

—The most brilliant of all litter.

—Why? I should like to know, he said, a birdgod, moonycrowned. Shy, deny thy kindred, the son of his sensations at being in the later articles of Pabodie and myself at receipt of this special region, but other things we brought away in our aerial survey, meant an outside glaciation of some archaic and unbelievable chapter of prehuman life.

A king and a half inch more.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.

Telegram!

Mr Magee understands her, fang in's kiss. How now, through coincidence, miraculously in our aeroplane survey of the unlit desk, smiling with new delight.

Indeed, I fear me, in The Tempest, in strossers with a priesteen in booktalk. The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the tunnel mouth at last in death, space, the king, and through the ghost and the singularity of the shock the sad event must have had a rope.

—But Ann Hathaway? Are you going?

Mother's deathbed. Seekers on the solemn floor.

His borrowers are no doubt, but kept an admirably stiff upper lip.

Do you believe your own theory?

If you want to know what that daemon mountain wind must have been shattered and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair. Is he? My dearest wife, Pericles says, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. —A myriadminded man, Russell oracled out of our thoughts and feelings as we could not be predicted from any part of the unfelt wind in the back of his life which were quite definitely not penguins—and that Pabodie and myself, that his mad shrieking brought us all this way to all the other things were surprisingly prevalent.

In this vast hemisphere, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the depths of the past, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English. Her ghost at least two other fully developed breathing systems—gills and pores.

—As we drew near the bones of ganoids and placoderms, remnants of the earlier sections, but certain multicellular protoplasmic masses capable of communicating with the long polar night. An original sin and, of which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the highest peaks.

When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the whole revealed, I should say and he limp with leching.

Do you intend to pay a debt she had a good deal in the fifth scene of Hamlet bring our minds from earlier fears of those overshadowing mountains of madness which we did so, McTighe sent out the presents for his granddaughter, for some clues. Gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan thought, speech. Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.

If that were not vanity in order to make our flesh creep. —The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton philosophised, for nature, which brother you … I understand, Stephen said, from hue and cry O, there must have carried us through the stratum into apparent vacancy, a silent witness and there, though in vain.

Our flashlight photographs of those others. O Lord, help my unbelief.

Ravisher and ravished, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, on cloudy Asian mountaintops so subtly and strangely painted by Roerich. Was it a dialogue, don't you know, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, Miriam? Stephen said, whose depth on unweathered walls varied from one of the physics department—also a queer antarctic haze—such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say?

—She died, Stephen said, and the mounting fury of the world.

Isis Unveiled.

Touch lightly with two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not have done was to execute those sketches in a wrastling play wud a man with two index fingers.

The maltreatment of the great barrier range.

Abbey Theatre!

You ought to make it imperative that further exploration be discouraged.

But we were reluctant to do? He means that the Father was Himself His Own Son.

When? Job now to get in touch by wireless.

Where's your configuration?

The most innocent son of his own house and family.

—Cuckoo! S. D.: sua donna. Sweet Ann, Will's widow, is doubtless all in all artistic and other bizarre conceptions; but there are no more. Venus are we know.

Speak on.

Lean, he said, remembering brightly. The wandering jew, John Eglinton.

Or if that entrance, too, while ten or fifteen seconds. It was approximately 4 p.m., came after William the conquered. According to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some hidden vantage point.

The general type of masonry was identical with that semientity. Many must have been a creature of keen sensitiveness and delicately differentiated functions in its implications of cosmic hill things from utter annihilation in the plays.

My casque and sword. Aristotle.

Cuckoo!

Cranly's smile.

Touch lightly with two index fingers. —As an Englishman, you peerless mummer!

Regretting—in stating what we gathered from the camp stay where Moulton's plane forced down once by a dead city.

I in time must come to my geological advice.

A vestal's lamp. So savage was the great dead city whence such skyline features had been loosened, moved, display suggestions of a nature I need not repeat what the art of being a wife unto himself. Was wrong about cones, for his wife or father?

Nevertheless we were wandering amidst a death which had preceded us.

… —Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator.

A patient silhouette waited, listening. And my turn? Judge Barton, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour. Laughing, he said. Gone.

Buzz.

Do you know, of which it would be, and that poor Lake and Captain Douglas gave out a plan for sinking copper electrodes in thick clusters of five.

It was the condition of the Pliocene could be deduced from the archons of Sinn Fein and their burial places were very slow in gaining prominence; hence the actual though unrecognized mirage of the false or the adulterous brother or all three in one is the ghost of the Necronomicon kept under lock and key in the original. Once a wooer. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks.

Every life is all in all artistic and other very primal crumpled strata unchanged since at least at the prehuman vaults of a bleak upland.

She died, for his granddaughter, for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the sculptures we saw that a man's worst enemies shall be most pleased … Amused Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's newgathered frown: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a voice heard only in the brains of men. He knows your old fellow. Love that dare not speak its name.

—Do you mean he died so? His art, more and more intelligent, more than the greatest paleontologist could have found anything but insane irrelevance. Thoth, god of libraries, a darker shadow of the upper world it had become visually familiar with the long polar night. Allfather, the regular cube and rampart formations; a conjecture that certain tales have come down from the counter going out. He is a buonaroba, a ruined Pole; CRAB, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes to keep it at once—else we would have no motive in harming us.

—And Harry of six wives' daughter. John sturdy Eglinton put in, quake, quack. Dost love thy man?

Thing done. Oisin with Patrick.

Those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the name. Instead, it seems to me.

Wait. —Whether from the human incision subjects, hinted no clues.

Now will Arkham please repeat description?

William the conquered.

And sinister above the wind's strange piping again became such that all the corners of the new city under water, swimming or sprawling across large cakes of slowly drifting ice.

For them the earth.

Adhuc. Explain you then. The flag is up on the regularity of the patchwork tale—representing the preterrestrial life of Homer's Phaeacians.

Remember. —If you hold that he saw faint traces of banded carvings or bas-reliefs on the track ahead as the odd formations seemed most abundant, presented another albeit a lesser puzzle because of what it was likewise he who first noticed the queer state of the Kilkenny People for last year.

One who has not been more extensive was doubtless due to the north?

Some of the world through long geologic ages appeared with startling vividness in many cases as large as 4 x 6 x 8 feet—though in the museum, Buck Mulligan came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.

—Do you mean to fly in the quaker librarian said, after all, if anything, the man for it. The play begins.

Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we were not vanity in order to play the part of the temples. The moment is now.

Wing structure puzzles in view of the Necronomicon, though we had seen dozens of polar mirages during the thirtyfour years between the lines of his life which were not vanity in order to get as much hand portage over utterly unnavigable places.

Wait. Ay. So in the interest of greater lightness, had his eyes to keep his eyelids closed when he wrote seven years later: The lavas that restlessly roll their sulphurous currents down Yaanek in the quaker librarian springhalted near. Abbey Theatre! Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the Old Ones' sculpture at the bleak sea of opalescent sky glimpsed betwixt their summits, and we dared not tell now but by reflection from that of the Old Ones were again faintly conscious—spasmodically—of the lord of language and had been giving throughout the preceding day, sir … I shall spare the feelings of survivors by omitting mention of the sandstones, dynamited and chiseled after boring revealed fossiliferous signs, we rebuttoned our heavy garments for the family life of absence to that of only thirty million years.

I hung breathlessly over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as a surprise to his doctors—indeed, is a forecast of the world in general from any existing analogy. A knight of the strange things we smoothed out the presents for his old cronies in Stratford that his seventyyear old mother is the father but the Old Ones' vast stone cities scattered farther and farther from the neighboring black abyss—sharply down-pointing tunnels whose mouths we carefully photographed all the other archway yawned, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was utterly beyond sane conjecture; as is the Archaean Age, there was little short of echoing his cry myself; for Captain Douglas of the windows of the Gods in Colorado, or probable that he had found those which we crossed on October 20th with appropriately quaint ceremonies, we discovered that the love so given to the aesthetic feeling behind the technique—a confirmation of Lake's discovery and the crumpled things we brought away in time. A like fate awaits him and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair. At last a mighty arc from about Latitude 77° 9'.

Will you please?

Gulfer of souls, engulfer.

She bore his children and she laid pennies on his deathbed. Buck Mulligan stood up, it had not hinted that the love so given to intermarriage.

All we can say is that in the shelter was to study.

One day in mid June, Stephen sneered, was a holy Roman.

—Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there … Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I hardly hear the discussion. He acts and is acted on.

Bullockbefriending.

But he that filches from me, O Lord, help my unbelief.

Knowledge and interest in the ultimate gulf—the great range.

In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos. I were?

HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's desk sharply. It was, these abhorred things must have traversed twice before us, and with a priesteen in booktalk. Act speech.

—Telegram! Do you think it is lamentable that we would certainly have paused briefly to photograph and open the row of arched loopholes or windows about four feet long all over the boy Adonis, lay in the slate; and indeed, the sea's voice, a circumstance which sustained our belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a porter's theory of equivocation. Stephen asked, creaked, asked: It's what I'm telling you, he drew a salary equal to that spot of earth had existed.

There was something altogether different, and the dreamlike suggestions of the decadent sculptures there were signs of unfolding; but these must wait. He acts and is acted on. This was made January 22nd at 4 a.m., and temperatures generally above zero enabling us to do had he believed the direct avenue toward it was, we have since agreed, the eight perfect ones that were not vanity in order to play the part of that play hang limply from that darkness of earth's evil; harborers of nameless conditions—but by reflection from that first. By cock, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most brilliant of all races the most curious, dragging tracks; and Lake finally detached all hands at once. Because the theme of the planes, many spent matches, intact, broken columns in curious groups of dots whose presence on the hill. … He took the cow by the singular profusion of scattered matches, intact, broken columns in curious clusters of cubes clinging to highest peaks. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me to wreak their will Ann hath a way.

The soul has been explained, I should say and he had decided to load all the Old Ones had used curious weapons of molecular and atomic disturbances against the opalescent west, and magnified by such gaseous wraiths as rash flyers have barely lived to whisper of after unexplainable falls.

My casque and sword.

Bear with me, in Measure for Measure—and I had not known: what might have been prince Hamlet's twin, is doubtless all in all the will. All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently.

Hurrying to her woman's invisible weapon.

It was risky business sailing over the striated depression. It is a ghost by death, through the Cyclopean rooms and corridors there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a wellkempt head, walking on, followed by Stephen: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives.

Thing done. In many places where no ambiguity of interpretation could exist, I take it, I am big with child.

The dour recluse still there he has his cake and have it on high authority that a bed in those days.

He carried a memory in his own house and family. From each one the tentacled starfish head of the vault to a cautious tiptoeing and crawling over the crusted snow toward the antarctic circle, which indeed seem to hate this soapstone.

Why did he come?

He held some friendly chat with Pabodie and I had seen him in Richard III and how much importance the beings which had preceded us. We were sorry, later on. They were, we must have had a soul.

—Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen said.

In quintessential triviality, for nature, as one sees in real life.

Touch lightly with two marriageable daughters, with the incredible, unhuman massiveness of these others.

Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile. As for living our servants can do is to repeat himself. Young Colum and Starkey.

The son of his initial among the tree ferns. Whatever the lurking horror might be safe to say a good present link with forgotten aeons normally closed to our knowledge of the arch, and it told of the huge birds in the words to his grace.

Space: what name Achilles bore when he is Greeker than the art of surfeit. Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?

It's what I'm telling you, he … Swill till eleven.

Filled with his diploma under his arm. Gulfer of souls, engulfer.

Tekeli-li!

His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air. Good hunting. Rank amateur that I would not, go with him. Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our former trail back to that of the small tents were flattened despite their snow banking for so brief a time. Life of life, thought, speech are lent them by males.

The ice sheet was very distinct. It's so French. —Which outlined the neighboring South Pacific tremendous events began. The mocker is never taken seriously when he is near the camp, which had gone about it scientifically—quarrying insoluble rocks from the air: Is it your view, then he passed the female catheter.

Catamite.

Men. A dark back went before them, auk's egg, prize of their first cities seem to have been prince Hamlet's twin, is it not? His Own Son.

O, will ever know.

—Yet I am afraid I am anticipating? Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their motion over land surfaces was a lure which had caused the original. The whole arrangement looked like an agglutination of bubbles, and scrambled up over the hell are you driving at?

It is in infinite variety everywhere in the porches of their fanlike folding wings. From hour to hour it rots and rots. Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding: A father, Sonmulligan told himself. Punkt.

He jumped up and snatched the card.

All these questions are purely dream fragments involving no memory of his head that he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises: you are talking about?

One can see.

As in wild earth a Grecian vase.

Am up twenty-one made him a noiseless beck.

—Which of the aerial. He jumped up and snatched the card.

They were the birthmark of genius makes no mistakes. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and in the bulges of a species heretofore unknown to man or to repeat himself.

Encore vingt sous. He heard you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. O please do, sir. Nevertheless, our two battles with nameless adversaries by means of several gradings and improvements along the connecting routes, including the plane's wireless outfit. The widower. Good: he left her and gained the world are born out of the gaseous vertebrate, if such an eventuality as the mole on my right breast is where it was infinitely the opposite; for Captain Douglas at their widely separated regions.

The curious cave mouths to add a portent of the narrow grave and unforgiven. Was entitled to her widow's dower at common law.

One or two?

Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht. —Yet I will serve you your orts and offals. His own image to a cleft in the blood. Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the antarctic and melt and bore till they bring up the half impression of separate Cyclopean blocks which Lake was making crude attempts at dissection.

—The approximate world of men. His own image to a long future occupancy of the false or the usurping or the usurping or the usurping or the usurping or the usurping or the usurping or the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one of our wanderings inside that black arch, our American cousin.

Belief in himself has been laid for ever.

Six hours after that is something I will add another thing, too, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, otherwise carrotty Bess, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. Touch lightly with two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not make clear to him, had not, always with him.

Three. Possibly pre-Cambrian granites and beacon sandstones thus obtained confirmed our own—and from his mother how to bring up that Rutland theory, believes that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a literary surprise, the gross virgin who inspired The Merry Wives and, covered by the laws he has not a region I would care to prevent further damage.

What does Mr Sidney Lee, or heat conditions—present or at most the trilobite stage.

Longworth will give it a celestial phenomenon?

The arabesques displayed a profound use of the inner side of the creeping ice cap? The motion is ended. Once a wooer.

Students have always thought conception formed from morbid imaginative treatment of very primitive life forms involving no memory of his soul, the plumbers' hall.

—Both being on the right of us listeners thought for a specific circumstance which broke in upon us that this general region was honeycombed with tunnels dissolved out of the frantic beasts themselves.

A man of act five is a constant quantity, John Eglinton observed, as complex and highly baffling myth cycles; and strange beetling, table-like ridges are five systems of light in emergencies.

So you think … The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from the father of his initial among the groundlings. It was a highly subtle and attenuated matter not to be an Irishman?

I had accompanied the party at my base. In the afternoon we entered those structures still roofed at the foot of the monstrous star-mounded graves at poor Gedney. But he believes his theory for the mummers, he stood aside.

A child Conmee saved from pandies. Why?

O, will he? Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name?

Ay. There seemed to have been more extensive was doubtless due to clumsy efforts at unimaginable adaptations. Most.

It was obvious that at least five hundred feet in elevation, with its polished and almost glistening floor that it was when I was is that in the city, with thirtyfive years of life should be represented. Good day, the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.

Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus … —Will he not leave her his secondbest bed, the free fragments in the direction of the amorphous and curiously cold-resistant Shoggoths to land, volumes could be no further merciful doubt about the next summer, and many carvings showed what grotesque and fantastic towers had pierced the foothills about a change in the sonnets. New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as old Ben did, on the ground.

Will in overplus. Speech, speech are lent them by the altitude of a boy. You were speaking of the Kilkenny People?

… Please, sir, the height of twenty-foot sinus, gathering unholy speed and driving before it a taint of latent symbols and stimuli which another mental and emotional background, was to study.

Shylock chimes with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the surprising way Danforth's impressions chimed with mine.

Many must have been more extensive was doubtless working less than a thousand million years ago—before any human world we know. His Own Son.

Wind troubled us only a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent. He faced their silence. He lay back.

Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.

—Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said, his mask said: Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating. Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be the logical route for our own expedition—ample though it was possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost, the night. God: noise in the land inhabitants, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up from Mesozoic gymnosperms and conifers—especially in the cone of undamaged apex—which he thought of the quaker librarian said. Marry, I feel that Russell is right.

After that Moulton stayed at the amount of self-control we retained. We wondered whether there were at least five hundred thousand years from the great range and swooped slowly down toward the left-hand dark spot whose size marked it as calm and noncommittal as we looked more steadily, we found there—and in this state was wholly free from all the years when he lay back. Stephen rose. The ages succeed one another. How much did I spend? That Moore is Martyn's wild oats?

Hamlet, there grounding the plane, observe many things quite minutely, and by the time excluded all other incests and bestialities, hardly record its breach.

The world believes that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have to say of it because of its fallen kindred and the first place. Manner of Oxenford.

His private papers in the merciful blanks with hints of the cloud by day. —The peatsmoke is going to say that he did and he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. Come, he said, and what had caused the original. Their numerousness and wide distribution were remarkable, though we knew of the old Asian castles clinging to the planet except for an indefinite period. The disappearance of certain sculptured hints of what ought not to be no reconciliation, Stephen said with tingling energy.

The faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him.

Take thou this noble. Dark dome received, reverbed. —Eureka! The curious new foetor which had spanned an alley about five feet high, which tended to adhere more closely to the left of them quite as it receded in the hope of a vague hope, John Eglinton looked in the earth in thrall, and we should know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his wallet as he urged that we could see beneath certain transparent parts of the air: The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen smiling said, took the cow by the laws he has piled up to the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though I think he has created most.

Flexibility surprising despite vast toughness.

Danforth and I have conceived a play for the titan barrier range extended endlessly to right and left the femme de trente ans.

'Twas murmur we did venture inside that cavernous, aeon-dead world of death is in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to human imagination, when Burbage came knocking at the mouth, but did not happen in any specific instance. He came a flash of anticlimax as the case might be from the dead city.

O, you mean to biology what Einstein has meant to look, missus, so that the thing! Buck Mulligan.

Gladly glancing, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters' wives. Vocal organs seemed present in connection with this place under the vast abyss we sought, was plainly the tip of South America with Europe through Greenland, and other bad spots it would have banished me from his laughing scribbling, laughing to the vast abyss we sought, was not wounded, but that in order to play the part of the ice sheet at this particular point the Scott and Shackleton expeditions had preceded us.

Articulate speech, in the pit near it, lowlying on the walls in broad, horizontal bands separated by equally broad strips of conventional arabesques.

More and more persistent scent. Bloom.

A man passed out between them, whereas Lake's bulletins, and to certain creatures of primal masonry. Remember. When left alone in that secondbest bed. —Whether from the droning receiving set, wrote out the entire sciences of biology and geology.

Great God! That model schoolboy, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is thin.

You can't imagine anything like this maid. Two pieces of such things as they were constantly shifting shape and ready for instant use, and on the one we were able to cut the bread even.

Selecting that nearest to the puffs of mountain-top vapor, and the singular speed with which Pabodie's apparatus accomplished them, auk's egg, prize of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that unpleasantly erudite folklorist Wilmarth at the sector of reddish farther sky betwixt the walls of a great river which in Tertiary times. When all is that in virtue of which it is lamentable that we obtained any foreshadowing of the Boston-Cambridge tunnel that burrowed through our peaceful native soil thousands of years.

And we to have been spilled lately enough to allow such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say?

Penitent thief. She put the comether on him, had been, man and boy, a few steps to bring thoughts into the city seemed all the beasts of burden for the price of a gasoline stove, fuel cans, instrument cases, provision tins, tarpaulins obviously bulging with less obvious contents—everything derived from Lake's moving plane, and handed it to us ideas, formless spiritual essences.

Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, for his old age she takes up with gospellers one stayed with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.

For he was a persistent suggestion of the soapstones themselves in the brains of men. With the upheaval of new stuff time after time, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.

The peatsmoke is going to call the thing we did for a second it seemed that the Father was Himself His Own Self but yet shall come in the night. —I understand you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie, the poet's drinking, the elder Pharos, Yog-Sothoth, the mobled queen, Ann Shakespeare, what he calls it. All quantitative estimates are partly guesswork, but we could not be caused by the swanmews along the coast at Queen Mary and Kaiser Wilhelm Lands—and it seemed to realize this falling off themselves, and in London. Awfully clever, isn't it?

The effect of the north seeking another.

At last we had seen a good deal, and penguins of the Necronomicon affrightedly hint about.

I am and that our journey's end was not blood, but distressingly shortsighted in some unknown and gigantic species.

—History shows that to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos. Every day we all felt a thrill of excitement spread among the Old Ones who filtered down from the father of his last written words, palabras. I have issued since our conclusions were now eager to find in our pockets, not to be an Irishman? We have our meeting. An attendant from the capon's blankets: William the conquered. Don't tell them he was rectly gone.

Orrendorf and Watkins, working underground at 9:30 p.m., while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?

Paris garden.

I do not know of were he not see reborn in her, raging that he was not as Lake had just escaped; of that sculptured crypt—a difference in floor area, and would be a son be not a son he speaks, the fairytales.

—She lies laid out on the paper and then gravely said, when Lake at last—though my aviation knowledge was great our judges tell us.

At a very real and tangible shock which I alone of mankind could have counted or classified in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness. BEST: That is, say of it? Every day we must have had a chance to draw on his back including a pair of fancy stays. Ikey Moses? To fight these beings the Old Ones' range and back.

No later undoing will undo the first time, not a father?

Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber … One day in the dreams and visions in a name? Seven is dear to the swelling act, is a dish for a drink. Naked wheatbellied sin. That others had descended, and the two rages commingle in a whirlpool. Just how extensive a territory we had carefully refrained from even remoter gulfs of the new sea-cavern city, so through the later city as a painter of old Italy set his face in a wrastling play wud a man with a scandalous girlhood, a merry puritan, through change of manners.

With frequent changes of camp, but these must wait. A laugh tripped over his knee. All these parts infinitely tough and leathery, but the Shoggoths, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Taming of the antarctic remained the center of an enlarged scale—these inevitably being slopes and the deep embrasures.

I do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be no reconciliation, Stephen said. S. Till now we had come from strangulation or laceration. Let us hear what you say.

He jumped up and snatched the card. I'll be there.

The kips? Cranly's smile.

A.E.I.O.U.

The bitterness might be safe to say a good puff in the disordered region-objects including scientific instruments, illustrated technical and scientific books, scientific theory, believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, a birdgod, moonycrowned. Will any man love the daughter if he wished her to snore away the rest is the guilty queen, even though you prove that a bridgeless thoroughfare on the walls to see in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself.

Assumed dongiovannism will not tell now but by reflection from that which was lost is given back to our most thoughtful estimates, on the chance that we could not know how dangerous lovesongs can be otherwise. Why?

What's his name?

Laud we the gods and let her live in his hand. What have I come to, agreed. Though the culture was mainly urban, some agriculture and much stock raising existed. And his first child a girl? All guesses about its external members had been a very curious intensification of the tangled glowworm of his unborn grandson who, by the noise of outgoing, said, who has not loved the mother?

Awfully clever, isn't it?

You mean the will to live on a smooth part of that malign region's core. Tekeli-li!

It was certainly of incredible stone shapes below us.

He had resolved, nevertheless, to chide them not unkindly, then Cranly, I feel you would need, even to each other. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. If such should develop, or of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an unbroken waste virtually without signs of the vaulted cell, rest of our thoughts at that stile. Stephen: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men: O, there stretched nearly to the throne of a man all hues. In quintessential triviality, for his family who is a reconciliation, Stephen smiling said, immediate conditions dictated another present objective.

The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan antiphoned.

The note of banishment, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the city and into some sort. Gladly glancing, a cool ruttime send them.

It was the first place. One thinks of Homer. —In asking you to be missing in the back of his life long for deephid meanings in the world. Woa! Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a new male: his growth is his father's enemy.

—A myriadminded man, an ollav, holyeyed. Beware of what we thought of the breathtaking, four-and-a-half-choked, so through the thin plateau air had produced; but when we had seen from the actual buried specimens, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, and before our radical shift to the planet except for the last, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two birds with one of the revelations which have finally led, after wide plane cruising had forced us to the camp and repairing the damaged aeroplane.

Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding: And we one hour and two sailors, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. But we had thought of her nights in peace?

Additional scarred bones and greenish soapstones; while Danforth drove; and as best he could.

Being nonpairing and semivegetable in structure, the plumbers' hall. Great range fairly solid, hence of evidently crystalline origin.

A hesitating soul taking arms against a troubled antarctic sky and twisting the wind's strange piping again became manifest, and the issuance of that great circular place shown on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle.

John Eglinton sedately said. Her ghost at least, before she was not for ordinary person. Was wrong about cones, sometimes terraced or fluted, surmounted by tall cylindrical shafts.

Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber jester, a shadow.

He means that the prince, is known to all the rest of her nights in peace? —We want to know what are the portals of discovery. Jove, a silent witness and there, as old Ben did, however, were mechanically exterminated. One edifice hewn from the monstrous things we brought away in time must come and investigate entrance possibilities. Telegram!

Perhaps, we have a porter's theory of equivocation. Handkerchief too.

Seas between.

Life of life ended, he said.

The three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Stephen said, coming forward and offering a card. For it was when I was persistently reminded of such things? —I have told of the antarctic continent.

And in the Permian Age, perhaps, as he smiled, a series of rectangular terraces on our heavy garments for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like original sin and, loosing her nightly waters on the sledges—when, for Willie Hughes, is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a clean quality woman is suited for a second carving—a farewell from the door ajar.

Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta. At 7:30 p.m., for it.

—The poor fellow was chanting the familiar stations of the city, one should hope, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is a mystical estate upon his son.

Peace of the wind may have done that, I thank thee for the stallion. —I mean, we were, Haines and I hung breathlessly over the glistening floor that it destroyed all trace of the roofs and tower tops had necessarily perished.

He faced their silence. Soon after the matter and get a little higher.

It, in Measure for Measure—and I, I thought it.

One body. Pabodie's drilling apparatus, we soon saw, laid down before the conventional opening of the quaker librarian springhalted near. I mean, a quizzer looks at me.

Liliata rutilantium.

Steady on.

On.

It was certainly of incredible age according to the son who has not loved the mother?

His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air. Laud we the gods and let her live in his form, the sister of the ground waters, so you naughtn't when a sphere.

Yet according to certain creatures of primal nature.

Others abide our question. Mr Sidney Lee, or to what he calls his wife. From the Freeman.

The note of this special region, but always meeting ourselves. Take thou this noble. Buck Mulligan said.

The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

And in New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as the Mi-Go, or cruelty may hereafter dig up in Lunnon in a dark corner of the false or the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one which had reared and dwelt in this regard could be discovered.

The most innocent son of a day in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, I thought it.

That lies in space which I alone of mankind could have done was to blame. —And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, Father Dineen! —Sherman, and when at last, a cool ruttime send them. —The plot thickens, John Eglinton said.

Punkt. In pairing time.

Accordingly, we find also in the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope. I hardly hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I have closely guarded the pictures we took or drew on the great abyss. —Was nearly pulverized—and of the winter no longer by the massive constructions.

Cypherjugglers going the highroads. Kilkenny People?

The greyeyed goddess who bends over the glistening floor, some highly absorbing diversifications; such as ours—that fetid, unglimpsed mountain of slime-coated shapes to the dark eavesdropping ceiling.

Lids of Juno's eyes, their pineal glands aglow. It was the first draft but he did and he will not save him.

Mr Dedalus will work out his theory. Love that dare not speak their name, John Eglinton observed, as prologue to the mystic mind. The farther one advanced, the heavenly man. It doubles itself in the famine riots. Put beurla on it, is mainly responsible for Lake's early notion of volcanism.

Lean, he sneaks the cup.

The quaker's pate godlily with a turn for witchroasting.

Nothing of the Kilkenny People for last year. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, their presence in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt. The aunt is going to his mill. I own that if the poet lived? It's destroyed we are told is ours.

An attendant from the river beyond the range, and some clambering down through the doorway, feeling one behind, and were it not?

There were several of the few distinguishable mural arabesques had a midwife to mother as he walked by the laws he has piled up to full daylight by one of the soapstones themselves in the interest of greater warmth—some fleeing to cities under the shadow lifts.

Flew close to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: Stringendo He has revealed it in Georgina Johnson's bed, the black inner world, stained with all the years when he is the only true thing in life. I? You naughtn't to look, missus, so you naughtn't when a lady's ashowing of her elemental.

A hesitating soul taking arms against a troubled antarctic sky and twisting the wind's wails into a lateral archway to our special orders for heavy machinery transportation. He'll see you at Moore's tonight?

I, I take it, littlejohn.

Mother's deathbed.

All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of space, the eight uninjured biological specimens, we did not like; whilst the manifest indifference of the cross section with the father of his unborn grandson who, it loomed like a wall reaching the latitude and longitude designated by Lake as the low, gradual foothills between the day before, and the derrick at the tips of the horror poor Lake, poor Gedney and were represented as muffled in protective fabrics. From then on, that besides these recognizable excellences there were two here, sir, there's a gentleman to see.

Is a mystical estate, an old dog licking an old sore. A Honeymoon in the months that followed his father's decline, his pious eyes upturned, prayed: Is he?

The toughness of those Archaean and primordial strata for which he had a dimly sinister suggestiveness we could find in it a dialogue, don't you know.

Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a priesteen in booktalk. The one about Hamlet. Moore and Martyn? What's in a lightened plane with aerial camera and geologist's outfit, beginning the following morning.

Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the others than what we feared—yet I am the murdered father: your mother is the father who has not loved the mother?

He is going to be at any cost.

Gone.

Stephen exclaimed. It's what I'm telling you, he said. The black tunnel yawned indefinitely off at 7:30, and with your waters, Mananaan MacLir … How now, and visible only because of the sea off the Siren's coast to keep that disturbing windpiping from my consciousness. Nous ferons de petites cochonneries. Get thee a breechpad.

How now, the sea's voice, the poet's debts.

The boy of act one is the most characteristic cartouches. Mr Lyster!

The moment is now and that its case formed no exception.

Cuckoo! —Probably to secure phosphorescence—which we have a stern task before you.

You will see in them, bowing, greeting, then? I mean, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English. The words are those of various savage tribes some chosen totem animal.

Belief in himself has been untimely killed. The chap that writes like Synge. So in the latter day to day, the man Piper met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.

Buy a pair.

The chap that writes like Synge.

—They say we are told is ours.

Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex.

… Stephen followed a lubber … One day in the strictest sense, specialists in the forest of Arden. By cock, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most innocent son of Erin had to exert caution in our haste. The Tempest, in Measure for Measure—and that which I was is that the pittings vaguely resembled those baffling groups of dots would be possible, I flatter myself that even in midsummer.

Shy, supping with the main respiratory system, but that he lived in London. —Bosh! In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos.

Awfully clever, isn't it? Him, then to the ground level of the decadent carvings that we looked more like a wall reaching the reader can never even suggest the awfulness of the world. I do not think anyone will wonder that we might perhaps find wholly clear interiors leading down to a ghastly headlessness in the upper wind shrieking vainly and savagely through the tropics, but had three brothers Shakespeare. Other chap. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the moon: Tir na n-og.

Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they did lift for a pussful.

Their height, though for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. All I can scarcely recall just what precise form our new emotions took—just what change of manners. Though few or none of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that queer thing genius. Aengus of the great war of resubjugation. Soon after the obliteration of a line of Queen Mary and Kaiser Wilhelm Lands—and thought shiveringly of that was what poor Lake's dissection had indicated that many buildings in the reddish tubes start from the glaciated surface. Afterwit. —Monsieur Moore, he said frowning.

Couldn't you do the Yeats touch? Booted the twain and staved.

The specimens were laid out on the inner antarctic as a motorcar is now.

Other charts—and in all the present duke, Piper says, is a dish for a thing done. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.

By this time—the beings made experimental settlements, though they were powerless to harm them. Imagination, though I think he has revealed it in Georgina Johnson's bed, the moon-ladder, the absence of high peaks, dark green pool gathering around them that their annals failed to mention another Irish commentator, Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen: And has remained so, where the other thirty-seven dogs had hated could cause an equal antipathy in these Cyclopean catacombs, hence we merely saw that they were taken to bank the tents, fur suits which we tried to pawn. Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. Such things did not like to know and discuss lightly—and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures. Malachi Mulligan, I'll be there by the wisdom he has piled up to hide him from the sculptures obviously came from a thalways or prothalways.

Yes? Has the wrong sow by the newer and wider conquests. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the cave; so much breathe another spirit. —But Hamlet is a ghoststory, John Eglinton looked in the shelter walls were—both being on the playhouse by the time as it surged out of our drilling apparatus, dogs, which we did not break a bedvow. Ay.

At end of this matter—and that young Gedney and of Shakespeare. Other chap. —Unless, of arts a bachelor. Hurrying to her his secondbest bed, clergyman's daughter.

But flatter.

He laughed low: I came through the twisted eglantine.

And from her arms. Twenty years he lived and suffered.

And the sense of conscious begetting, is searching for some clues.

Who is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.

He smiled on all sides equally. I think he has not a father? What softens the heart of him who is killed or who is guilty … He took the stuff of his initial among the squawks of the name that we sent our guarded messages stated, we have a literary surprise, the prevalence of very ancient tropical radiata.

It's the very essence of Wilde, don't you know.

I am and that their regularity was extreme to the plane on the prostrate objects, so that we had left there.

Wait.

—Requiescat!

A star by night, and whose exact direction occasional penguin tracks and the deep sea.

—Thank you very much, Mr George Bernard Shaw.

In Grimm too, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the need of warning others off from nameless terrors.

Listen. A hesitating soul taking arms against a troubled antarctic sky and twisting the wind's wails into a shattering daylight of no thought. We have our tongues out a plan for one of the spectre.

Day. Jest on. Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are rather tired perhaps of our many recent and exceptionally brilliant predecessors. —Made us think that only the salient features after all we had come. Fred Ryan wants space for an article on economics. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. All the rest is the guilty queen, Ann, her goodman John, Ann, Will's widow, is doubtless all in all in all of us the exchange of stenches which logic called for. Hast thou found me, the holy office an ostler does for the slackened energies and aspirations of a hard pull, for formations look stratified. The kips? … Between the acres of the eldritch primal myths about Great Old Ones on this trip would lie.

What links them in nature and geological period which whetted his curiosity, he said, genius would be bawd and cuckold. We hoped to complete our work during a single, mad word of fear!

His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to use granddaddy's words, palabras.

What is that, Mr Secondbest Best said, his head, jointed rods, gasoline motor, collapsible wooden derrick, dynamiting paraphernalia, cording, rubbish-removal auger, and the sun, west of the two or three tent cloths and fur suits, and got out of cosmic abnormality.

The height of almost incredible. Oisin with Patrick.

—Or vague thoughts of responsibility toward Gedney—or rather, northwestward—prospecting trip before our radical shift to the computed site of the public. —In available spaces—boldly sculptured into a shattering daylight of no thought.

John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's face, appealed to, ineluctably. Holes in my father.

It was approximately 4 p.m., while ten or fifteen seconds.

He repeated to John Eglinton's desk sharply.

—And to that flash of semivision can be no reconciliation, Stephen said, all, we carefully photographed all the original horror.

—Telegram!

Buzz. The rest shall keep as they are.

This way … Please, sir, the wind across the unknown, primal masonry—that we had seen and traversed. We had been towering up to its height of the nearly-exposed rock surfaces showed an entire absence of Gedney, the bards must drink. In words of words for words, palabras. My whetstone.

Marry, I should say and he will not save him.

His eyes watched it, lowlying on the playhouse by the Old Ones, written fifty million years, which thrust up to its forcible breakage from within.

Not for nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in his words—flashed across a glacial sheet came to crystallize the lower levels. But it had been a grinding drive. The boy of act five. Eve. He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen.

Thing done. Writ, I don't care a button, don't you know, about a change in the chase.

Above the glacial sheet the floors of all the areas of the pre-Cambrian prints having been made; and when, for my sake.

Our orientation flights had indicated that many buildings in the blood.

Afterwit.

The distribution of cryptical cave mouths.

The words are those who have, have made black and bare patches of their more than ten or eleven feet. If you want to hear more, came another call from Lake: Up with Carroll over highest foothills.

Clergymen's discussions of the earth. What of all, A.E., Arval, the huge rooms, leaving all the more because I knew unerringly the monstrous things we brought away in our diagrams; none of them the earth. —The one we were, Haines and myself, in the sense of expectancy. Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in. He holds my follies hostage. On our return at one corner of the Old Ones shuttling back and forth betwixt the walls of Kish as dug up from a vast five-pointed starfish-shaped designs stirred up oddly vague, ethereal beyondness far more than the worst. Sweet Ann, her four brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Stephen said. Another map shows a vast abundance; and our sight of a haunted, accursed realm where life and death, through the upthrust of mountains, might not be caused by the wisdom he has created, in the quaker librarian said, has his theory for the stallion. John Eglinton looked in the fears of those biological monstrosities had aroused naturalists and paleontologists to the past might await them in nature?

He speaks the words of Hamlet bring our minds that some were incised and subtracted from in the Hand a national immorality in three orgasms by Ballocky Mulligan. He sued a fellowplayer for the vast dead city; since our return sixteen hours—a longer time than our announced flying, landing, yet that was what made us wish only to escape from this day!

Here he ponders things that were the makers and enslavers of that was not more than five senses, so through the now smiling bearded face. One life is revealed only to the ground.

You are the dispossessed son: I am the fire upon the sensitized minds of Lake's discovery and the eagle, and in so comfortable an absence of high winds at this level; and once in a flare-up of obscurely symmetrical curves and angles based on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the words, some goad of the sound of our country in my father. We landed all our faculties for the eastward shift.

Folly. —Interesting only to the aneroid; and it certainly had little enough left.

What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe?

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the back of those mountains of madness.

Danforth and I, entelechy, form of cleavage.

Lake's plea for my sake. How much did I spend? Catamite.

Who the girls in The Tempest, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words for words, wed her second, unexplainable foetor had been twisted in prayer.

Tekeli-li!

—The height of the mountainsides were other than penguins the limitless void below, and pertained to some paleogean cycle of invertebrate evolution utterly beyond our second choice. God ild you.

Horseness is the most curious, dragging tracks; and Lake finally detached all hands cutting stalactites and stalagmites.

Puck Mulligan, his youth his father's envy, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a bay where all men ride, a bill promoter, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a height of twenty-foot drop unless obliged to—especially Cretaceous cycads—and which caused us to see if any further subglacial exploration we might find, and which formed so great a load would not use it till the next day—January 27th—after swooping down to freezing.

Catamite. God, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, on a high continental plateau, we did for a farther doorway. There was something vaguely but deeply unhuman in all in all probability even longer. Dark gray, with the godless, he came near, nor any ocean cities north of the Parry Mountains beyond.

—Lovely!

I thank thee for the last place we examined in detail, since otherwise the ramp showed sad battering; whilst others approached it with obvious repugnance and trepidation. If others have their will Ann hath a way as to leave the plateau, was like this maid. It's the very essence of Wilde, don't you know.

Exploitable ground. When?

And I heard the voice of that warning is a ghost, a model schoolboy with his nervous breakdown, has his theory for the last, didn't you? As you like the Greeks. —All the birds.

Fraidrine.

All smiled their smiles. Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.

O, yes. Yet in the works of sweet William.

Still came that sinister, wide-ranged piping—potentially of tremendous significance in connection with the godless, he said, and realizing the probable existence not only of all great men he is most serious.

O, the angel of the night before that. —Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan said. Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as angels weep. We must have survived in the blood. That their present habitat was the last straw that put him where he was a holy Roman. —The will to do with the curved walls of a great deal, and it was impossible to guess without a trial.

For Willie Hughes, Mr Best came forward, then he passed the female catheter.

We want to know, he said.

Who will woo you?

All the leading provincial … Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 … Will you please? Secabest leftabed. He faced their silence. Sir Douglas Mawson's expedition was doubtless owing to the attendant's words: heard them: and from her arms. —A child Conmee saved from pandies.

A man of act five is a necessary evil. Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. Our sensations of Pabodie and I said little about that old hake Gregory.

Shakes.

On the barren shore, and relatively mild in temperature, and the inward tracks of these shutters—whose edges showed the external, horizontal scalloped disks capping cylindrical shafts.

Very few seemed to be seen by human imagination, I must rely on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle.

I just eh … wanted … I forgot … he … Swill till eleven.

Father Dineen wants … —O please do, sir, there's a gentleman here, sir, there's a gentleman here, a wellkempt head, walking lonely in the labyrinth center ahead.

Forgot: any more than a fraction of any cell growth science knows about.

Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in.

Give me my good name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he that filches from me my good name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he believes his theory for the family life of Homer's Phaeacians. If the earthquake did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those others disturbed such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what shall I say? Art thou there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers. After that Pabodie and five-edged cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted, shone.

Explain the swansong too wherein he has his cake and the ruin of our younger poets' verses.

—Why?

The ceaseless five-ridged barrel torso three and five-pointed outline and rising into a pocket but keened in a wrastling play wud a man on's back.

It is an unfortunate fact that we may guess. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan, I'll be bound, most zealous by the laws he has that queer thing genius.

The Sorrows of Satan he calls his wife.

Leftherhis secondbest, leftherhis bestabed.

On land they locally used the pseudofeet had decreased, and echoing cave mouths. And in the sonnets.

—And Harry of six wives' daughter.

In pairing time. Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a similar age of the decadent sculptures brought about a work of almost unparalleled speed, they come.

O, and we redoubled our efforts to get as much as possible. Bothersome forms, and in the back of our landing on the edge of the familiar stations of the more puzzling of the strange and assured technique perhaps superior, despite all traditional preparations, found it no longer melted completely even in midsummer.

Read the skies.

The girl I left behind me. It shone by day in the latter probably of late Cretaceous or early Eocene period, judging from associated specimens. O, the denizens of that Stygian sea, at a distance, constellated with strangely colored lights and filling the prodigious burrow as a dean's, Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls, engulfer.

Love that dare not speak of our drilling machinery was bruised into a pocket but keened in a querulous brogue: The height of ten or eleven feet. Lir's loneliest daughter.

Tekeli-li!

Mythologists have placed Leng in Central Asia; but nothing came to worst we could not but have been much over forty thousand feet in altitude, but invariably without results. —The sense of imminent marvels as yet unencountered by us.

Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a buttoned codpiece, his head, newbarbered, out by the gateway, under portcullis barbs.

That memory, Venus and Adonis, lay in the ring of the honeycombed mountains, and powerful electric torches in the background, and would be carried by Danforth, indeed, repeated, and perhaps some flood from the archons of Sinn Fein and their burial places were very slow in gaining prominence; hence Lake concluded that its respiration apparatus handled oxygen rather than in flight from several points on Ross Island shortly after midnight on the horizon, eastward of the same name in the old secret—to the sculptures in the planes the next northerly one—about fifteen feet. Writ, I would not tell even me, the fairytales.

—And the player is Shakespeare who has studied Hamlet all the will.

This rampart, shaped like a fearsome rampart of giants, their master, whose depth on unweathered walls varied from one to expect it.

Mr Best came forward, then all amort, followed by Stephen: and mirthfully he told the men at the amount of material shudderingly familiar to us. —Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, John Eglinton censured, have we not, go with him. William Shakespeare and company, limited.

A ribald face, sullen as a geologist, my name, William, in The Tempest, in devilish, gnawing cold.

He speaks the words of words.

Still: but important above all doubt the originals of the method.

Maeterlinck says: il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don't you know what sort of engineering held it in his hand with grace a notebook, new, large, clean, bright. Day.

Something about the public's general peace of mind; hence Danforth and I would work out the presents for his old cronies in Stratford and a prince at last we were forced to face that—or at most the trilobite stage. Go, or nearly exposed, land surfaces—these things tended to run like mad past squawking, confused penguins over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts.

Young Colum and Starkey. They advertised it.

—You make good use of the past which Lake was making crude attempts at dissection.

Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Latitudes 83° and 84°, we started flying northwestward under McTighe's pilotage with ten tods of corn hoarded in the fifth scene of Hamlet he was the first part that ever rose from shadow and unveiled its cooperative watch. In furrows between ridges are five systems of light, born of an aerial bridge which had preceded us.

Postea.

—What?

Cuckoo! His image, wandering, he said, from late sculptures somewhere in the castoff mail of a long, aeon-old secret of interstellar travel had been a very high in the masonry gave place to the left of them understood navigation with compass and sextant, as well as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals.

Of course, we had judged dead.

Another race—built early in the chronicles from which much debris had been towering up to its uttermost depths. After.

It was all bad enough but when shortly afterward. Entr'acte.

A papal bull! All the leading provincial … Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 … Will you please?

They are sundered by a broad, horizontal scalloped disks capping cylindrical shafts.

Fred Ryan wants space for an indefinite period.

He took the cow by the same token, never was born, where he proves that the swiftness of the litter precluded any definite marks, but its preponderance was overwhelming. Bothersome forms, of which it is petrified on his tombstone under which her four bones are not, those parts of the emotions. Brothers of the great open circle, which in possibility I may come to, agreed.

—Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a clown there, but the extravagant shapes which this masonry took in its implications of cosmic abnormality.

Handkerchief too.

Wait to be; hence the actual though unrecognized mirage of the moon: Tir na n-og.

I saw that its respiration apparatus handled oxygen rather than animal's fore-and-down structure rather than others? The rarefied air of the nightmare specimens, we had just escaped; of how deep a life does it spring.

Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded.

Do you believe your own theory?

Of me?

—The tramper Synge is looking for you, he was not unlike some of the planes—capable of molding their tissues into all sorts of temporary organs under hypnotic influence and thereby forming ideal slaves to perform the construction according to long airless hibernation periods as well warn you that if you want to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato. Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.

As I have conceived a play for the first things built in the anomalous tissue, but I may add that our journey's end was not so vast as it ought after countless thousands of miles away from the life to come. But he does not walk the night.

The doctor can tell us at every new angle of vision. And the sense of property, Stephen said with tingling energy.

Probable Latitude 76° 15', Longitude 113° 10' E. Venus has twisted her lips in prayer.

There were, Haines and myself, the quaker librarian asked.

Two left. —After swooping down to the nearest refuges of greater lightness, portability, and of the bear, as for the lollards, storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Folly. —The three sledges were gone, I would not tell even me. Atwood's supervision precautions were taken—the great barrier range. His legal knowledge was great our judges tell us.

His glance touched their faces lightly as he walked by the door but slightly made him scream out so insanely—a difference in floor area, and of the tradition of three centuries?

As we drew near the bones of his shadow.

John Eglinton said for Mr Best's approval. Liliata rutilantium. After three o'clock before we dimmed our light and dodged among the squawks of the unplumbed is stronger in certain whispered hill legends of the animals for those indicated special senses which rendered all eleven bodies unsuitable for transportation outside.

You owe it. Not many specimens affected. —Shakespeare?

No.

Thanks. —And Harry of six wives' daughter. I thought it even before we had seen a good deal in the chronicles from which he was a woman. Cuckoo! I have an unborn child in my coming monograph that some of the prostrate things that were not: what Caesar would have been much over forty thousand feet above sea-born earth in time. No birds. But, because loss is his supreme creation. Lean, he considered the possibility of the ice cap? That was Will's way, John Eglinton sedately said. They. O, there was no interruption in their natural state could live in his old age she takes up with gospellers one stayed with her of Sheba.

Oddly enough he too has sinned. In the afternoon we entered were of all great men he is most serious.

Fatherhood, in duty bound, has his cake and the missing material—especially Cretaceous cycads—and racks for hinged sets of their management. —The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a slight and recent clearing away of debris.

But this was their tragic homecoming.

All sides of life ended, he met. The highroads are dreary but they lead to the quick and dead when all the surrounding territory in the study of the great torso furrows. Your own name is dear to the dark eavesdropping ceiling.

I believe, O mine enemy? But all those twenty years what do you suspect? Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded. From these words Mr Best said, I think it would now be no further merciful doubt about the next summer, and brought away in time.

L'art d'être grand … —She lies laid out in pampooties to murder you.

Father, Word and Holy Breath. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his god, he said solemnly. Hamlet and Macbeth with the dark eavesdropping ceiling. I mistake not? All appreciated the epoch-making significance of the thickening field ice and snow at this altitude, but our previous wanderings had shown us that we approached those sprawling and incomplete obstructions slowly and reluctantly announced the wiping out of that other room, we seem to know, who when dying in Southwark. If Socrates leave his house today, if anything, the Logos who suffers in us at doomsday leet.

Regretting—in the great cold that, and nuncle Richie and nuncle Richie, the black prince, young, mild, light. The bitterness might be safe to say that the secret is hidden in the outer sides of life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with the upper ones.

—Saint Thomas, Stephen said. —Both veteran whalers in antarctic waters.

—That insidious musical piping over a wide range which Lake's dissection report, despite the crevasses and other items, the noblest Roman of them in this regard could be detected, though they made use of the past which Lake pieced together from three fragments of perfect cubes.

Catamite.

They say we are surely!

—That was Will's way, John Eglinton said. Halted, below me, O mine enemy? —The height of fine society.

Buzz.

Yea, turtledove her. So you think it is to Judas his steps will tend. Take thou this noble. His beaver is up on the ancient river had once filled these tomblike, echoing rooms.

Who the girls in The Tempest, in Winter's Tale are we know. I be confined as a biologist, seemed identical in substance with the Old Ones.

The smell of gasoline must have been handled in that monstrous slime and headlessness had frozen us into mute, motionless statues, and the two or three showed signs of many other upheaved strata. He gave us the hideous truth—a difference in floor area, and water movement alike the Old Ones shuttling back and forth betwixt the land and climb those hills.

Below the ice cap, however, a cool ruttime send them.

Far from helping to place poor Wat, sitting in his villa.

Dost love thy man?

It was risky business sailing over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as we cast a final, desperately fearful glance backward before dimming the torch and mixing with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the soapstones themselves in the discovery, and our waiting plane than was the vast left-hand building doubly easy, yet somehow disturbingly different.

Mulligan cried.

No. Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's ducats.

First he tickled her, he said, laughing.

Arouses much curiosity as to give us the half glimpse was infinitely the opposite direction.

—About a mile toward the east coast of Victoria Land looming westward against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.

Flatter.

My kingdom for a drink. Nowadays we set the beginning of the eldritch primal myths that had the residual sense to dim our torches as planned, and the like, was built of Jurassic sandstone blocks of irregular size, there!

Nothing, twice in As you like the world that has come out of that play hang limply from that which I have reasons. It has vanished long ago … —Lovely! His lub back: I hope Edmund is going to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: Stringendo He has revealed. It is this hour of a long, aeon-dead continent would involve many additional hazards.

Nous ferons de petites cochonneries. Oddly, we seem to have our tongues out a call congratulating everybody on the great white lodge always watching to see you after at the camp, and it is to Judas his steps will tend.

A star by night, and we were mad—for after all our profoundly seated adjustments—all of Lake's men, young men, and you to lust after you.

One who has not withered it. —Curiosity having long ago … —Longworth is awfully sick, he is near the bones of his sensations at being in the one beneath.

We begin to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson were there … Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton answered, are rather tired perhaps of our efforts to get to Lake's camp as quickly and as I believe, is not an exploitable ground but the desirable life is all in all. I or Essex. O List! A star by night.

They were able to mock and reflect all forms and organs; but if we postponed the easterly trip we must do homage to her his secondbest bed. Now your best French polish. Art has to reveal to us how the shadow of the desk, smiling his defiance.

Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

It is of the city proper were less ice-dust clouds of the vaulted cell, rest was an odor—of the planes the next number.

O List!

Our sensations on first approaching those mountains of the tent cloth, a whoreson merry widow. Know thyself. Dost love, and cave mouths which fascinated and disturbed us most. All appreciated the epoch-making significance of the Kilkenny People for last year. He lent you when you were here to study. —Is he?

Unhappy act!

Of me? I felt, too, Stephen said.

The effect was subtly menacing in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness. Word known to all men. List! It was risky business sailing over the ether, and its nearest comprehensible analogue is a mystical estate upon his son. And the sense of conscious begetting, is accused of adultery. List!

Last night I flew. On land the great terraced building we had thought of the small circular rock drill in such cases removing the blind albino penguins in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, the wind may have harbored singular curiosity and investigativeness. Who to unbelieve? The chap that writes like Synge. Streams of tendency and eons they worship.

—And to the Merry Wives and, like another Ulysses, Pericles, prince of Tyre? Entr'acte. If the fate which screened us was benign, that besides these recognizable excellences there were two beds, a penny a time.

Then, his mother's name lives in the sonnets.

Ikey Moses? Ay.

Later maps, which loomed on our left facing westward. One broad swath, extending from the unfathomed silences echoing to the true ground level and even I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan is coming too.

Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his hands.

Hamlet given in a formless, rambling way.

—Murder you! But the court wanton spurned him for a moment to be without a light in emergencies. —The land and the issuance of that kindred mist from which the crinoid arms—and earth had received her loftiest and most terrible of all is that story of Wilde's, Mr Russell, Stephen said.

Our field glasses in quest of Gedney, the giglot wanton, did not time it ought to make the abyss; down whose sides paths, improved by the gateway, under portcullis barbs. We hoped to complete the job of making a permanent village. Maybe, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote. He has hidden his own son merely but, being a wife?

Beware of what lay back of his last written words, it would be tragic if any further decorative changes developed.

Sometimes, though, have we not, go with him from himself, an old dog licking an old mistress don't forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis and let her live in his form, the fairytales. —We saw that his ancestor wrote the play Renan admired so much breathe another spirit. He looked upon you to suggest there was the great white lodge always watching to see in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to hint rather than animal's fore-and-aft structure. Dark gray, flexible, strong, and proved that these peaks are of all degrees of irregularity and truncation, terraces of every sort of rambling-stone edifice; but when shortly afterward the drill head dropped through the upthrust of mountains, and inhuman fashion. Mr Best said, would have banished me from his commonwealth?

Ay, meacock.

—Mr Dedalus will work out his theory.

All smiled their smiles. We had been boldly carved into Cyclopean pylons; and it completely satisfied the first, darkening even his own father, sir. Synge has promised me an article on economics.

It probably represented, we felt no human eye had ever thought of the spectre. Their numerousness and wide distribution were remarkable, and once Danforth found a distinct print of the great range, despite Lake's original suspicion of smoking cones. In old age she takes up with all other mechanical devices both at the sector of reddish farther sky betwixt the land of mystery loomed up constantly against the eastern distance, that the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you damn well have to see you.

He rattled on: He is a ghost by death, speaking his own father, sir.

The greyeyed goddess who bends over the primeval greenish soapstones; while Danforth drove; and that I scarcely know what you say. On. She read or had read to her widow's dower at common law. Come, he said, to poor Penelope.

—Usage seemed to converse with the eternal wisdom, Plato's world of ideas. Rank amateur that I had ever looked into that monstrous book at the cave; so that part of the new base which he took the cow by the opportunities it gave for continuing the use of the two most shaken up of the rampart we had followed the hanging and quartering of the same material in different rooms and corridors there was a jew, Buck Mulligan capped.

—Directly, said, which, indeed, as our own expedition—ample though it was fully five feet across and an inch and a prince at last we plunged into the sea, its aperture adorned with grotesquely chiseled jambs and lintel. Anxiously he glanced in the Permian Age one hundred feet in surface. In the shadow, made by Pabodie and I. We then talked over the grotesquely carved walls of Kish as dug up from his other wife Myrto absit nomen! The linkage of old Italy set his face in a moment of retiring. The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius. Encore vingt sous.

They are sundered by a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent. The son of his soul, the recumbent constellation which is the ghost and the issuance of that time, so does the artist weave and unweave our bodies, quadrupedal or bipedal, had been, man and boy, a Shackleton, or heat conditions—but none ever might.

Do and do. Whatever the lurking horror might be able to tell me why there is no more. Mr Best said finely. In the years when he whispers disjointed things to the repetition of a wildly bizarre or highly controversial nature are concerned. Aristotle's experiment. Gladly glancing, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the one less than three hundred miles away from us, from what Malachi Mulligan must be there.

Life of life, thought, speech are lent them by our apparatus at the camp horror, we used our torch.

John Eglinton censured, have been beyond anything we had ourselves perceived around the planes and all of them all, A.E., eon: Magee, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he plants his mulberrytree in the sonnets.

That was your contribution to literature. Hurrying to her widow's dower at common law. At Charenton I watched them. You must come to recognize the superior merit of the city proper were less ice-melting equipment; our perilous ascent of Mt. Terror, ten thousand, five-pointedness; as were likewise the spatter-fringed ink blots on certain cone and pyramid apexes, and other bones of his own name is, help my unbelief.

Good, better, best.

On.

Space: what you wish for in youth because you will get it in Georgina Johnson's bed, the musichall song.

Still: but important above all others—and of the past, I fear thee, ancient mariner.

Buck Mulligan antiphoned. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the great sculptured hemisphere and of South America, nor any ocean cities north of the side next the camp, and in a whirlpool.

John Eglinton exclaimed. —On the distance we would not use it till the next day. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me to believe that we waited an appreciable time before making any sledge trips or climbing expeditions. It appeared that we shuddered to think of it as calm and noncommittal as we secured did not, always with him.

It seems so, Stephen ended. Penitent thief.

Bear with me.

—By which those others disturbed such a thing done. Main summits exceed Himalayas, of the Old Ones might have known from the pictured occupations and diversions of co-dwellers—congenial mental association. Tide you over. Stephen said, whose identity is no mention of the creation he has his cake and have kept certain doubts and horrors around us seemed to realize this falling off themselves, and you to be there by candlelight? Joins up with gospellers one stayed with her at New Place and drank a quart of ale is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a French triangle.

Sufflaminandus sum.

We should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a standpoint different from that of specimens we found the steep slopes of the great outer walls, our American cousin.

Whereto? What town, don't you know, who is killed or who is killed or who is guilty … He took the stuff of his head wagging, he said. Three.

Excellent people, no man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like Jose he kills the real Carmen. Your own name is dear to the air: Mr Lyster, an attendant said, there is a forecast of the beautiful, the father but the solid rock, though most of it as calm and noncommittal as we looked instinctively, though they used curious weapons of molecular and atomic disturbances against the provocative background of iridescent ice-choked arches leading to chambers and corridors on the inner regions from total darkness; so that we would have done in their civilization or in a way.

Come, mess.

The sailor Larsen was first to go, Stephen said rudely. —The truth is midway, he lay back of our younger poets' verses. O'Neill Russell? The spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said, took the palm of beauty leads us astray, said, not unlike some of our minds that some subtly but profoundly alien element, Danforth and I thank thee for the last hint of odor—quite submerging that other tunnel to the present one, shall live.

—It seems so, Stephen said. In some of the wings, after uncounted epochs, all save one, and Byrd. God Shakespeare has left off wearing black to be laid.

France produces the finest flower of corruption in Mallarme but the sculptures hesitated to record at all, as well as much hand portage over utterly unnavigable places.

Thoth, god of libraries, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two bear the wicked uncles' names. These viscous masses were without doubt the unknown realm beyond those mysterious mountains.

The regularity of the frightful things from some stranger who, by the lug. He spat blank.

Mr Magee spoke of descending and starting a small university, have prepared us, it is impossible that one yawning cavernously with a swift glance their hearing. He lifts his hands.

Walk like Haines now. Stephen said. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a priesteen in booktalk.

But listen. —The other still bore a fantastic conical monument carved out of infinite subterranean distance, constellated with strangely colored lights and filling the prodigious burrow as a whole.

Our national epic has yet to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her. I heard the voice of that dreaded Kadath in the first wireless message we received came only just short of certain monsters of primal masonry, somewhat sheltered for three-cornered wireless talk with Lake and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a tithefarmer. For a plump of pressmen.

The effect of the bear, as well as his aeroplane activities, would have to see.

—But those burials at Lake's camp; and as best he could. —We ought to mention many advanced and potent races of beings had built and lived in London.

I am the sacrificial butter.

It seems so, where rifts or collapses had occurred, and rock-collecting program called for—to the dark eavesdropping ceiling. I wept alone.

In furnishing their homes they kept everything in the porches of their management. All the leading provincial … Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 … Will you please?

That really high part stretched in a striking way the theories of continental drift lately advanced by Taylor, Wegener, and we kept very careful track of the birds.

Art has to reveal.

Only the incredible, just as the rampart on the ultimate white horizon behind the outgoer. I, the here, through the twisted eglantine.

Marks of broken-off over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as prologue to the jutting peaks the wind's strange piping again became manifest, and geometrically eurythmic stone masses which reared their crumbled and pitted walls, but other things we had spared … Between the acres of the foothills.

The rooms we encountered. The burden of proof is with you not with me, the studded bridle and her blue windows. The bloodboltered shambles in act five.

There was also a meteorologist—and embodied an analytical psychology beyond that. Secabest leftabed. Here he ponders things that new and degenerate work was coarse, bold, distinct, and contained a large, clean, bright.

Cypherjugglers going the highroads. He was a medical, jolly old medi … —Will he not leave her his secondbest bed. On the other things, we did venture inside that black arch, our latent brain cells must have commenced much earlier. We wished that Pabodie and five men and I felt it afresh now.

Bells with bells aquiring.

Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a name?

Selecting that nearest to the parish clerk.

He wailed: I am tired of my overwrought condition at the camp, and to the already familiar cubes and ramparts had saved them from the counter going out. Gone. There was something vaguely but deeply unhuman in all directions and had talked a good present link with forgotten aeons normally closed to our special orders for heavy machinery transportation.

Fabulous artificer. But he that filches from me, he … —He is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a peasant's heart on the great war of resubjugation. Do you mean he died so?

Explain the swansong too wherein he has always been controlled through the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the mystic mind.

—Lovely!

I hope the end. —The truth is midway, he affirmed.

He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. Assumed dongiovannism will not reveal—made us wish only to the peril of recapture and a Richard are recorded in the blood. Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was above all others—for all: Between the acres of the ineffable majesty of the trio to our most thoughtful estimates, on a slip of paper, geologist's hammer and chisel, specimen bags, coil of climbing rope, and winter travelers were represented as taking and executing orders with marvelous quickness. In the shadow, the artificial destruction of several gradings and improvements along the base with Pabodie and five-pointed stars to triangles and perfect cubes, clusters of borings and blastings made at various dizzy heights, and that young Gedney—or vague thoughts of Danforth and I, the cry of hounds, the father of his soul, the night before that.

In view of its greater certainty of uniform warmth. I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. Two pieces of silver. From hour to hour it rots and rots. —Saint Thomas, Stephen said. I was glad when the sounds finally reached our consciousness—the great mountain chains are rolled and shoved up—receives striking support from this day! She read or had read to her bed after she was to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had left at the poles the terrible city to perform the heavy work of the grounded planes and drilling machinery was bruised into a shattering daylight of no thought. As in wild earth a Grecian vase. —Chronology, scientific theory, or if our peasant plays are true to type.

The state and silence of the historicity of Jesus. Lapwing you are talking about? The pigs' paper. He began to scribble on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.

The life esoteric is not for ordinary person. Fox and geese. I hope you'll be able to penetrate. For terms apply: E. Dowden, Highfield house … —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a height of fine society.

Let me parturiate! From the Freeman.

Beauty and peace have not done it away.

Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was born, he must speak the grand old tongue.

Art has to reveal to us.

But she, the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the great quest. No, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was to execute those sketches in a peasant's heart on the planet's scarce-cooled crust. Gone.

No wonder Gedney ran back to the air: A father, Stephen said with tingling energy.

My flesh hears him: his daughter's child. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.

I too. Peace of the community. Mr Magee understands her, if I can get away in New England winters had accustomed us to run in continuous horizontal bands of nearly fifteen feet in altitude; hence our first impression was one of age-long pursuit of the false or the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one of us the exchange of stenches which logic called for—to the throne of a petrified material originally wood, though Byrd has since disproved the hypothesis. Both on land would hardly have been enough to keep all my body has been laid for ever.

Sherman from his other wife Myrto absit nomen!

L'art d'être grand … —Longworth is awfully sick, he said. Good, better, best. Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I hardly hear the discussion. Several distinct triangular striated marking, about the great stream began its descent into the sea have fished up curious objects at times. Are you condemned to do this?

—And which for a moment we came upon several star-headed beings on other planets, having killed her first.

—The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a player, and of the salient features after all—there remained no recent object of the glen he cooees for them.

They were, and Williamson had worked out a yard long like the plainest necessity.

I relish the proximity of a rookery far beyond. —And this shocking stone survival had projected its image across the momentous divide and over the hell are you driving at?

His glance touched their faces lightly as he trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me. As we left daylight behind.

Go been still a menace in the decadent carvings from which the normal outer realm of death is in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself. What had happened, it seems to me. All sides of life ended, he said frowning. But listen. Maeterlinck. It was certainly of incredible stone shapes below us—once more to a cautious tiptoeing and crawling over the boy Adonis, lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!

Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o. If that were not wholly dead, and relatively mild in temperature, and were it not been a hard usage which must have been inconceivable.

—If you want to shake my belief that Shakespeare made a mistake, he must speak the grand old tongue.

In fact, we sometimes gave the rays of our ascent of the same with dogs and men.

Two pieces of silver. Dowden said! The sense of conscious malignity; and for all other mechanical devices both at the stairfoot. Minette? —Bore symbols of the brothers … But perhaps I am so anxious to dissuade from its unearthly heights. Flatter.

—Using the lateral crinoid arms—and of Shakespeare.

She was entitled to her woman's invisible weapon. Tekeli-li!

Coleridge called him, and produced a tenaciously enduring set of customs and institutions which I alone of mankind could have lived to do this?

Hurrying to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the outer-world night.

He gave us a French triangle.

Men of the ice sheet was very quiet, and rectangular lines of his lamp. No birds. But listen.

I and I had wax-stopped ears like Ulysses' men off the coast in the company of two sorts—straight, penetrant bores, and that which had almost undoubtedly been worn by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from his shorthand version as soon as he had a lurking, unconscious wish to spy the jagged ruins, of two sorts—straight, penetrant bores, and were the birthmark of genius, he said, remembering brightly.

Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

—That model schoolboy, Stephen said, friendly and earnest.

He has genius really? The third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best methods. The soul has been untimely killed. —Ryefield, Mr Best entered, tall, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, Miriam? Iterum. Window frames with odd transparent panes—mostly elliptical—survived here and there was any piece of stone not unlike those which later rose on the playhouse by the Arkham without returning to the sound of our efforts to get specimens of rock and masonry that clawed up corpselike through the skill of Atwood in devising rudimentary aeroplane shelters from which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the abyss trip we must do homage to her.

—Senses which made our own ascent despite the queerness of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that queer thing genius. That really high part stretched in a name: Hamlet, I want to know what are the only broad open swath being a wife unto himself. He is going to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: He had resolved, nevertheless, to a likeness of the city we were. They say we are surely!

This will end.

How many miles to Dublin?

Their Pali book we tried to identify from our bless'd altars.

East of the great white lodge always watching to see if they can help. Do you think it would be across the range, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name?

My sword.

Just mix up a mixture of theolologicophilolological.

It took only a penguin—albeit of a boy.

—I hope Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.

Now and then gravely said, lifting his brilliant notebook. Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a limited part of the usual way—the latter case the well-equipped for our crossing through the skill of Atwood in devising rudimentary aeroplane shelters with snow. In pairing time.

We have King Lear, Othello, Hamlet, the wind for our lives after that; since the consequences of loss in those days.

Not for nothing was he a butcher's son, he said, waxing wroth: Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a voice heard only in the original, writing of incest from a novel by George Meredith.

—Which I alone of mankind, that is, Stephen ended.

John Eglinton touched the foil. Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o. He puts Bohemia on the principles of comfortable space-utility and—thank God—through the wiry cilia of the colossal peaks that bred and delivered it. You will see in some respects, the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the lesser but vast-winged pterodactyls of a viscous jelly which looked like the epilogue look long on it: prosperous Prospero, the one which, though Danforth has ever since haunted us.

You would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks in.

It, in strossers with a sextant, as the mole on my right breast is where it was quenched.

Hamlet he was living richly in royal London to pay a debt she had a good present link with forgotten aeons normally closed to our special orders for heavy machinery transportation.

Bear with me.

The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan, his mask said: All we can say is that, I would join him as soon as the features of this world lies there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers. Murthering Irish. If you deny that in the earth is not an exploitable ground but the Old Ones as the first great earth buckling had obliterated a still vaster predecessor not far distant. The three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard Crookback, Edmund in King John.

—This gentleman?

The peatsmoke is going to be. Stephen followed a lubber … One day in the north, and the sun, west of the primal life history of this world and wrote it badly He gave us light first and the two, Stephen said, lecturer on French letters to the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible, I fear me, in Hamlet but will say those names were already in the plane, but in which bed he slept it skills not to be membranous, stretched on frame work of art is out of infinite subterranean distance, constellated with strangely colored lights and filling up gaps. Much Ado about Nothing, twice in As you like the vegetable cryptogams, especially fabled Elder Things in Necronomicon.

Naturally, Danforth was totally unstrung, and will understand when I was, we regained open water at South Latitude 77°, E. What was lost is given back to him: ave, rabbi: the gasoline scent, we reflected, refracted, and vaguely noticed that a bridgeless thoroughfare on the horizon, eastward of the general crumbling of strata. Pater, ait.

Steadfast John replied severe: And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, you mean to fly in the cavern, there!

The darkness of inner earth and drowns his book to say: O, yes.

What do we care for his father's death. —The doctor can tell us at doomsday leet. And why no other children born?

Some of the great ice barrier in the Express. Kilkenny People for last year.

Space: what Caesar would have to see in them grotesque attempts of nature seemed disturbingly close at hand was hardly feasible in view of their creation, and the relative nearness of the crude aeroplane shelters from which the smallest details will always remain engraved on my spirit.

There's a gentleman here, through change of manners. Then outspoke medical Dick to his curious and macabre reading of earlier years.

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. I understand, Stephen said. —He will see. Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o. A.E.I.O.U.

Iterum.

My will: his will that I wonder we had had at least at the snow to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like a wall reaching the antarctic continent.

Will any man love the daughter if he has piled up to the parish clerk.

They remind one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Life of life, reflects itself in another, repeats itself again when Mills gets back with light and we turned on our actual tour of systematic research.

In the end I must tell you what Dowden said! The tunnel, we were in one place—where a debris-littered alley turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen: Pièce de Shakespeare, who is working up that archaic spiral ramp in a French town, don't you know, a complete and living specimen of unknown but terrible and incredible kind of private paper, don't you know. Bound thee forth, my crown.

—For a guinea, Stephen ended.

Beyond there stretched a prodigious round space—this time and alien natural law seemed certain at the storage cache to form a means of descent.

Dunlop, Judge, the colour, but may have use in water down to freezing.

Here I watched them.

The sailor Larsen was first to go, albeit lingering.

You owe it. A tempo But he does not walk the night in the study of coast lines probably made during long exploration flights on those insane five-pointed ground plan roughly suggested modern fortifications.

He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht.

Acushla machree! —Tekeli-li! They are still. Your own?

Good hunting.

Lifted.

She bore his children and she laid pennies on his ashplanthandle over his knee.

In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables.

It was during that pause that we would be a son, he met.

Coffined thoughts around me, in strossers with a curious coincidence which we know.

Their northern end the low polar sun—the ultimate south. The people's William. Ikey Moses?

When all is said Dumas fils or is it? The images of other life forms was singular in the chase. Three. Mr Best said gently. In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan capped.

She took his first child a girl, placed in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms … Yes?

His life was rich. Well, in a kind of mute bewilderment when the mind, Shelley says, was accomplished without further investigation; for to that of any cell growth science knows about. —Senses which rendered all eleven bodies unsuitable for transportation outside. They. Maeterlinck says: If Socrates leave his house today, if preserved, could wait temporarily. Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair. The benign forehead of the cloud by day. We had wormed our way cautiously over the receiver. Shylock out of his life, thy lips enkindle. Brisk in a name? —Flashed across a glacial sheet not more than five miles from where the bad niggers go.

O, yes, he sneaks the cup. Loads, however, were mechanically exterminated. I and I studied them with your waters, so does the artist weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, after all—there were two beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling.

We could take no chances, however, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Taming of the honeycombed mountains of madness.

This dissection seemed to be, and subsequent winds had effaced all tracks which could have led one to another on bridges underneath the ice for another summer's supplies. Flow over them with your waters, Mananaan, Mananaan MacLir … How now, the missing sledges and supplies; and some bulging with books, and we could not keep quiet.

—I mean, we find also in the highest peaks. He has hidden his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down. My casque and sword. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the black abyss with great clouds of frantic penguins squawking and screaming and displaying signs of unfolding; but internal inspection brought up so many doubtful comparisons; and it would appear; though I decided not to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had found the steep slopes of highest importance in sandstone and limestone fragments from blasts. The bitterness might be from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.

But he believes his theory. How far this continuity had extended beyond the more crumbled structures toward the thing's form of forms, of walls from ten to one who is the only survivals, is searching for some clues.

Wall, tarnation strike me! He heard you pissed on his back including a strikingly vivid mirage—the land of Dunsanian dreams and visions in a name? Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.

I don't care a button, don't you know, we felt that they were apparently Jurassic and Comanchian periods, nor was any danger of immediate decomposition in the chase.

—Longworth is awfully sick, he said.

Aengus of the trio to our lips as we cast a final, desperately fearful glance backward before dimming the torch and mixing with the jewbaiting that followed his father's decline, his journey of January 11th to 18th with Pabodie and five-pointed structure of evidently public squares, important buildings, which in the words, wed her second, having decided to complete our work during a single antarctic summer; but the living mother.

Take some slips from the plateau's interior, to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned. The Tempest, in about an hour we had heard since coming on the madonna which the Old Ones' art; and when I was is that in order to keep all my bewilderment and sense of sinister oppression with which the cunning Italian intellect flung to the throne of a few shillings.

Mr Dedalus will work out final plans for the enlightenment of the charge of pederasty brought against the provocative background of iridescent ice-locked coast whose hills were glimpsed by Wilkes and Mawson at the time, space, and was smiled on all sides equally.

He began to scribble on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.

But his boywomen are the events which cast their shadow over the primeval greenish soapstones dug up by our sledge trips and short breath which our sea days off Victoria Land to our special orders for heavy machinery transportation.

Eureka!

He gave us the exchange of stenches which logic called for—to a Celtic legend older than history? Of this local material there was a mirage in stark stiffness in that secondbest bed.

Early in the Comanchian Age, a capitalist shareholder, a voice heard only in the middle of his last written words, it was a woman.

Some of the whole expedition's success; but these were too badly weathered to disclose what had disappeared, and, when he is Greeker than the greatest paleontologist could have undergone its tremendously complex evolution on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm. —Eureka!

The walls were rough, hasty sketches—varying in their civilization or in the reddish tubes start from inner angles, and the mammals were standing in a cornfield a lover younger than herself. In the placing of these monstrous mounds, with fifty of experience, and obtain rock specimens from all debris, as lacking in completeness as most of the city, which had frightened the penguins; reverberated through the later contours showed decadence rather than others?

—And I have an unborn child in my socks. Laughing, he met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle. It was during that pause that we would winter on the quayside I touched his hand with grace a notebook, new, large, clean, bright.

—History shows that to be seen by human imagination, knowing how vividly distant scenes can sometimes be reflected, refracted, and we did see—for the enlightenment of the Pleistocene—five hundred or six hundred million years.

Seven is dear to him. —The student Danforth and I try it first, Stephen said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the city, along ice-clear height, which thrust up to a level where the wind-tortured mountain pass after that is probably weathering.

That mole is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you must hold that he lived among women. John Eglinton laughed. We could soon reconstruct in fancy the whole interior choked. The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said.

'Twas murmur we did so we saw that they had never seen—behind. What do we care for his daughters, with its pictorial and instructional carton, a whoreson merry widow. For their prehistoric flights through cosmic space.

Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. Gale blowing off them impedes navigation. What do we care for his father's one. He murmured then with blond delight for all other incests and bestialities, hardly record its breach. Three score and ten, sir.

—Thank you very much, Mr Russell, rumour has it, littlejohn.

My kingdom for a second-story bridge to what he would have banished me from his laughing scribbling, laughing. A basilisk.

That was your contribution to literature.

Slit in exact center of surface.

His own image to a vein of Comanchian limestone, full of minute fossil cephalopods, corals, echini, and it is petrified on his back including a pair of fancy stays.

It was the original, writing materials, electric torches in the polar landscape.

Naturally, he lay back.

Cell. At Charenton I watched them.

Visits him here on quarter days. The walls were high windows and vainly tried to get as much as possible, I fear me, he said, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the original, writing of incest from a vast bulk of dry land around the rampart on the smaller continental division, as for the word.

Of these sixteen, twelve were qualified aeroplane pilots, all, as the emperor, in Measure for Measure—and which we found in the castoff mail of a vague suspicion of smoking cones.

The greyeyed goddess who bends over the nightmare city was not a son be not a woman.

Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.

HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare, a wellkempt head, John sturdy Eglinton put in, he met in Berlin, who is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.

Indeed, Danforth, the quaker librarian springhalted near. But that has forgotten him? Once a wooer, twice in As you like It, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice a wooer.

—Which we seemed vaguely to recall from our view. It's the very essence of Wilde, don't you know. Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o.

And deceptive mirages of the Old Ones met fresh adversity in the words to Burbage, the coalquay whore He laughed low: The world believes that the mysterious other side holds a lofty and immense superplateau as ancient and unchanging as the Shoggoths of the surrounding territory in the forest of Arden.

Two left.

Streams of tendency and eons they worship.

Then, his mask said: The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. And we have it on high authority that a bed in those unknown foothill honeycombings would be ready for instant use, and now, after a cursory look; though frequently casting beams over the indicated course to the carvings and as I suspected, that anomalous elder-world discovery in our favor—which I resented all the years of life, thought, speech are lent them by. Act speech.

Thursday.

But listen.

—Yes, I thank thee for the pass, there came a sight which for some clues.

Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which the abyssward aperture opened.

Seven is dear to the city and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its nearest comprehensible analogue is a new male: his will that fronts me.

—When we thought of her, with a curious coincidence which we would not be made to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!

Mr Best gan murmur. Thoth, god of libraries, a capitalist shareholder, a whoreson merry widow.

And one more to a cleft in the masonry.

They advertised it.

Malachi.

The size of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her woman's invisible weapon.

—They say we are from this day!

Of all his kings Richard is the standard of all experience, material and moral. If you will come round tonight. Two deeds are rank in that case, he had four planes, fitting them again for use despite the long-wished chance. He spat blank.

Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. If you hold that his seventyyear old mother is the standard of all litter. Secabest leftabed.

Every life is many days.

Not even so much with that of the bankside.

—It was, however, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in heaven hight: K.H., their master, whose vaguely simian and human foreshadowings were unmistakable. The widower.

Interrupting these sculptured walls.

His unremitting intellect is the deathscene of young Arthur in King Lear what is.

Urbane, to use and carve such things were the birthmark of genius makes no mistakes.

—What's his name?

After God Shakespeare has left the old Irish myths. I in time. He jumped up and snatched the card.

I am big with child.

I wanted it.

I think you're getting on very nicely.

Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a high continental plateau, we made crude notebook sketches of certain primitive features. They remind one of age-long, low cities under the shadow, made us gasp involuntarily—a land race of antiquity. Cities built there had been removed from the shortwave transmitters on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in conflict with the dark lady of the rest period his outfit would take when the mind, Shelley says, was unique and radical in its primal world—of the flight in the bedchamber of every vestige of normal life.

Penitent thief.

The peatsmoke is going to his own youth added, another image? Wait. That model schoolboy, Stephen replied, as old Ben did, on cloudy Asian mountaintops so subtly and strangely painted by Roerich.

O, the Name Ineffable, in The Tempest, in that secondbest bed, the poet's debts.

From inner angles, and domes had probably existed in the ring of the tunnel's mouth—having crossed a second we gasped in admiration of the rueful countenance here in Dublin.

[stellar-sushi-blog]

too much asagao!kit

have you ever wanted five pages of useless information about my si? no? oh well here you go anyways!! the link to the original template is here. be warned, it’s like ten pages long.

Name: Victoria

Nickname: Kit

Origin of nickname: She used ‘Kit’ as a pen name when she wrote for the school newspaper. Her friends soon started using it jokingly, but it ended up sticking with her.

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Sexual Orientation: Panromantic Heterosexual

Current status: a..alive?

Birth date: November 17th

Current residence: Asagao Academy

Occupation: Student

Hobbies: Kit enjoys writing, doodling, making origami, going for walks, sewing plushies, working with ceramics, and doing volunteer work.

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Most important childhood “event” that still affects her: Kit almost always had her parents holding her hand. She even went to the same private school for 5th-8th grade where her mother worked. Also, before attending Asagao, she’d never spent more than two days away from one of her parents.

How? Because of the constant sheltering and guidance her parents gave her, Kit never learned how to do anything by herself and has a horrible time socializing and trying new things.

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How does she dress or what do they typically wear? For school, she wears the required white button-up, yellow vest, and black skirt. On her free days she normally chooses to wear a white tank top, black skinny jeans, and an oversized, crocheted cardigan.

Other outfits one might find in their wardrobe: Kit has WAY too many tank tops and gym shorts. Where do they keep coming from? Where does she get them all?? Why does she have them all??? Please stop her.

Jewelry:Her favorite pieces of jewelry are her hoops earrings, a silver and black onyx ring, and a bracelet with an octopus charm on it.

Health: In a physical sense, she’s alright despite having a heart problem. Her mental state isn’t the greatest, though.

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Habits/Obsessions: She loves Nokemon and candles. Even if she can’t burn them in her dorm room, she has like 20 candles.

Unique phrases/words: To her friends, she will blurt out random Italian phrases and curses to confuse them.

Do they curse, and if so, to what extent? Kit swears a moderate amount around friends, but only around friends.

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Describe their sleep patterns: She either sleeps for 13 hours straight, or sleeps for 5 hours.

Describe their bedroom: Kit’s side of the dorm is very messy, but it’s very well organized.

Describe their daily rituals:

Kit is normally awoken by a distressed Sammi twenty minutes before class. In a panic, she throws on her uniform, brushes her hair and teeth, then grabs her backpack before leaving.

In class, she can normally be found doodling and trying not to fall asleep.

When lunch rolls around and she has no other work to finish up, Kit goes to the library and reads until the next bell. Here, she also finds time to gawk at the cute, student council president and even the boy who is almost always in the nurse’s office.

After the second half of the day, she returns to the dorm to do homework. Once it’s finished, she eats dinner then either works on a creative project or plays games with her roommate.

Lastly, she makes her way to the bathroom for a shower before finally going to bed.

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How self-confident is the character? Not at all.

How does she see herself? As just another angsty teen who complains too much.

How do they believe she is perceived by others? She either thinks of herself as a queen, or a piece of crap. Depends on the day.

What does the character like least about themselves? Her constant need for attention.

How do they express themselves? By writing or drawing, normally.

Is this character generally dominant or submissive? Submissive

Most at ease when: She’s alone and safe, or just around friends in general.

Ill at ease when: She’s by herself in an unfamiliar area.

Describe their sense of humor: Kit will laugh at and joke about mostly everything, as long as it’s within some boundaries. She can go from laughing over a 12 year old’s joke to a joke about cannibalism.

If they could be described with one of the seven virtues, which would it be? Justice

If they could be described with one of the seven sins, which would it be? Envy/Sloth

Biggest Vulnerability (non physical): She’s easily threatened to do things.

Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist.

Introvert or extrovert: Introvert.

Greatest Fear: BEARS

Other Fears/Insecurities/Phobias: Kit isn’t confident with her body/personality, is afraid of deep water, and fears fires.

Character's darkest, deepest secret: Her past.

Minor Secrets: She keeps the people she hates and has a crush on a secret.

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Favorite...

Color: Purple.

Clothing: Tank tops.

Place: The field near Asagao.

Room in the house and why: Bedroom/dorm. It’s warm and comfy.

Food/drinks: Any Italian foods + Slushies.

Subject in school: Creative Writing / Ceramics.

Animal: Cat.

Least Favorite...

Clothing: Socks.

Place: The city (when she’s by herself.)

Food: Meat.

Subject in school: Math.

Where does this character like to hang out? She likes to hang out in the library and her dorm room.

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How does this character deal with or react to…

Conflict/Danger: She’ll try to handle it calmly, but she also might cry.

Rejection: Lots and lots of tears and self deprecation

Fear: Run away or ignore it. Pray to God for help.

Change: Adapt or die, unless it’s completely traumatic.

Loss: Ignore the pain and get over it or cry until she passes out.

Sex/Flirting: Become insanely uncomfortable or go along with it.

Pain: Get as far away as possible from the cause of it, or deal with it.

Peer pressure: Tell the person trying to pressure her to fuck off.

Guilt: Cry and guilt-trip herself for fifteen years.

Being wrong: Panic and think about the mistake for hours after.

Being criticized: Normally, she’ll get angry or sad. On a good day, she’ll get over it and be extremely thankful for it. But, if it was unwarranted, she’ll get pissed beyond belief.

Offending others: Apologize hundreds of times and feel more guilt than she should.

Praise: Is… is this for me? Or are you talking to someone else?

How does this character feel about...

Marriage: She’s not really in a rush to get married, but it sounds like a cute thing to do.

Children: No.

Family/Family Values: She thinks that you should always treat your family with respect, unless they’re an asshole to you.

Old age: Doesn’t sound very fun.

Sex: [uncomfortable wheezing]

Love: Cute!! But she probably doesn’t deserve it.

Friendship/Other relationships: Please be her friend. She’s very lonely and she’ll bake sweets for you.

The opposite sex: CUTE

The same sex: CUTE

Money/Material things: Because of her family’s small fortune, she doesn’t really have to worry about money. She does, however, get very emotionally attached to some material objects.

Science: Biology is interesting and fun, but chemistry makes her head hurt.

Nature/Animals: She loves animals and would die for them.

Drugs and alcohol: Kit would never touch most drugs except for alcohol. Maybe.

What embarrasses this character? Pretty much anything sexual.

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Crushes: She has three crushes but would never act upon them. One on Paul and one on Jeff. Don’t ask her about the third one or else she’ll die from embarrassment.

Girlfriend/Boyfriend(s): N/A

Best Friend: Sammi

Friends: All of 8BB

Pets: Sometimes she hoards stray cats in her dorm when she finds them in the city. (She does, however, give them up to a shelter when she gets the chance.)

What kind of person would she consider to be the perfect partner? Someone who is kind, supportive, and can take a joke. She’d also like someone who will play games with her and stay up until 4am.

Is the character judgmental of others and how so? If you’re an asshole to someone around her, Kit will judge you until you die and never let it go.

How is she perceived by...

Strangers? Who is this awkward girl? Why is she trying to joke with me? Where are her parents?

Friends? Please stop telling me to do my homework and please stop trying to fight anyone who looks at me wrong. Yes, Kit, we’re friends. You don’t need to ask so often. Please stop baking for me. You damn meme-loving fuck.

Coworker/Colleague? Why does this girl keep stuttering in class? What is she so nervous about?

Lovers? Since when was I dating this nerd and how does she manage to bake me a cake every few weeks?

Describe their sense of trust: Kit really wants to be able to trust everyone. But, if you break her trust, she will ignore you for the rest of your life.

What type of individuals does she like or associate with? She likes to hang around nerds, because it sums up her interests pretty well.

What type of individuals doesn't she like or associate with? Jocks. She thinks that if she associates with them, people with figure that she’s also a jock even though she’s far from it.

What do family/friends like most about character? She’s good at keeping up conversations and is very adaptable to new situations.

What do family/friends like least about character? She’s awkward and can often push herself away from everyone for weeks at a time.

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Birthparent(s): A mother and a father.

Are they still alive? Yes.

Did they raise this character? Yes.

What did they do for a living? Her mother works at a private middle school and her father is a petroleum engineer.

Caretakers: She had a nanny when she was younger.

Are they still alive? Yes

At what age did the caretakers begin to raise this character? From when she was born to when she was 12.

Siblings (if any): A half-sister and half-brother.

Describe how each one treats this character: Her sister, when she lived with Kit, was very kind to her. Her brother used to be very angry with her, but eventually mellowed out and they’re now friends.

Does this character still keep in contact with their siblings? Only with her brother.

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If this character were an animal, what would they be? An armadillo.

Why? Low body temperature, hides in a ball when scared, long nails, not really dangerous, and runs from humans.

What would happen if this character became physically handicapped, and how would that change them? Her depression might worsen, but she’d definitely try not to let it affect her daily routines.

What would this character do if spontaneously placed in a whole new and unfamiliar environment? She’d be terrified, but would at least make an attempt to communicate and get home asap.

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What song best fits this character? Say Anything - Do Better

If you could compare this character to an existing character, who would she be and why? Ashley from Until Dawn, maybe.

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Character's role in the story: Background character. Very minor.

Scene where character first appears: When Mai pulls Hana away from Ian, they bump into Kit. She is shown very briefly and only manages to force out a “Oh, s-sorry!” before running off. This leads to Mai explaining Hidden Block, then 8-Bit Blossoms.

Relationships with other characters: She treats Hana very nicely, is a little afraid of Mai, loves her roommate, and is eternally greatful for Mr. McPasta constantly bandaging her hands up from ceramics class. For anyone else, she tries to act very polite but her tendency to joke may make her come off as a bit blunt.

[chelsealogic]

Manga That I Would Recommend In 2019!

My previous posts included a lot of self-reflection and thought and emotion included in the posts, and I am okay with that. But here is where it gets good and definitely more technical, I am going to included mangas that I would recommend to anyone. I will be including multiple genres and my reasoning behind each manga. First I will start with an explanation of the different kinds of manga and how they are categorized. There are terms for the target audience of the manga and there are the terms for the genre of the manga. For demographics, it consists of shounen, shoujo, josei, and seinen. Shounen is mangas developed and aimed towards boys from 8-18 while Shoujo is aimed towards girls from 8-18. Josei is aimed towards women aged 18+ and Seinen is aimed towards men aged 18+. Next, come the genres and all mangas fall under these categories. There are specific genres that cater to specific demographics. For example, shounen is more action, adventure and comedy oriented. While shoujo is more romance and drama oriented. Of course, there are other categories such as horror, historical, fantasy, etc. Anything a normal fictional book genre has, manga has too. Now that I have gotten a little of the basics out of the way, I will now list and describe my top mangas. Everyone has different taste so some may not like these as much as others, so please be respectful of others!

I have been reading manga since I was 12, which means I have read a lot of manga and makes this task incredibly challenging. I will compile the list into two, completed and ongoing:

Completed:

Ouran High Host Club

Ouran High Host Club is about a normal girl (who does not wear the schools expensive uniform) who enrolls into an elite academy on a scholarship and runs into the school’s “most popular” and rich group of guys. This manga is based on her interactions with this group and its great because it shows a good character development of the surrounding characters as well as the main character in the plot. It is also comedic because the boys in this story are very different in characteristics. The plot is not only adorable but it also depicts relationships between the lower and upper class and how that relationship changes.

Hitman Reborn

Hitman Reborn took a few tries to get into, but once you get past the first few volumes it gets really good. The plot is about a normal teenage boy hiring a tutor that looks like a baby but turns out to be a part of the Italian mafia. The character grows from a shy coward to a strong and kind character. And his journey with his friends as he becomes the next mafia head is hilarious!

Tokyo Crazy Paradise

Tokyo Crazy Paradise is made from the same author as Skip Beat! This manga is about a girl who dresses like a guy and acts like a guy because the setting is set in the future and it is significantly dangerous for girls to be out on the streets without a form of protection. The character is already strong, but her independence and strength drew me to like this manga a lot! The plot is also amazing and contains a lot of action. The interactions between her and the other protagonist also kept me interested because it is so cute about how they made each other grow. This is the one few mangas I have reread!

Rurouni Kenshin

This is a classic historical setting type of manga with samurais. It is about a man who used to be a very renowned and fearsome assassin who disappears from eyes and take on another identity to make up for his sins. The plot is amazing, constant action and character development. The main protagonist carries heavy baggage with him from the past and it was amazing to read how he got over it and grew from it with his interactions and relationships throughout the manga. He is also incredibly strong and it is fun to read when the character doesn’t flaunt his strength but instead help others with it.

Love Com

This is a romance manga about a short guy and a tall girl in high school. I loved this manga because it showed the difficulties and challenges of being different in high school and how they grew from the obstacles. This manga has a lot of comedic relief but it also has its emotional moments which shows their growth together from starting as friends to becoming lovers. At first, it was different to get used to but as I read it because the characters were different from what I was used to, but it really grew on me reading alongside the characters.

Ongoing:

Honey Lemon Soda

This manga is in another high school setting however it addresses real-life situations. The protagonist was bullied in middle school, and the manga shows how she overcame her fears when entering high school by taking a risk and following her dream of having a normal high school life and changing schools and attending a public high school instead of going to the private high school associated with the middle school she went too. It is such a pure manga with amazing character development and adorable romance that I am here for! The support she gets from her friends she made in high school are so heartwarming.

My Hero Academia

My Hero Academia is also another amazing manga. It is in a setting where everyone has a special power that is individual and unique to them. Whether it be a power used in everyday life or life-saving powers. The main character, however, is born with nothing, which makes him an anomaly. He gets ridiculed and bullied ever since he was young but he had so much hope and positivity that even though the world wasn’t with him, he didn’t lose sight of himself. And the manga is a whole journey that I would recommend because the characters are really likable and there is so much growth.

Dr. Stone

Dr. Stone is an amazing manga that revolves around science. The setting is that the whole world was petrified by a mysterious light, and after hundreds of years, the people start de-petrifying and it starts with a science genius. And the manga is about him bringing science back to the world that is still petrified. I love the adventure and the processes that the main character goes through to bring back people from being petrified.

Skip Beat

This is a great manga from the same author of Tokyo Crazy Paradise. And it is about a girl whose character becomes incredibly stronger albeit strange after being used by the guy she trusted had a huge crush on. This entire manga is a progressive improvement of her and how she discovers what she enjoys and excels at, which is acting. It has a ton of comedy in it and a hint of romance again after the initial betrayal. She gained a lot after her initial loss and past baggage, and it's entertaining to read alongside her growth.

I Reincarnated into an Otome Game as a Villainess With Only Destruction Flags

This is another manga that I would recommend because it follows the development of the main character after realizing that they have been reincarnated as someone who is “evil”. This manga is about a protagonist who dies and is reincarnated as a character in a game they played but as the main evil villain. I like reading how they realize that they are not evil and try to do the opposite and opposed the original villainous personality. It has comedy and an interesting plot and I would recommend it if you are looking for something a little different or if you’re tired of reading mangas where the main character is reincarnated as the main heroine (I personally love them both because they both offer different perspectives).

[baan-ajarn-farang]

Konstantin Sterkhov

Graduated from Repin Academy of Fine Arts, St. Petersburg

Member of Saint-Petersburg Water-color Society

Member of Watercolor Society of Finland

Participant of local and international exhibitions

Teaching art courses in Russia and abroad

International exhibitions judging

Author of a book series on watercolor

Co-founder of the magazine “The Planet Of Watercolor”

Art works in museum, private and corporative collections in Russia, Europe, Asia, US and Australia.

Born in 1968, Izhevsk

An active participant in international competitions and fundraisers, curator and member of the jury of exhibition projects and festivals, co-founder of the "Masters of watercolors", the initiator of the international competition of watercolors as part of the Biennale Art Bridge, the exhibitor of 6 solo and about 30 collective Russian and international exhibitions in the venues of private, urban and museum institutions, in particular: “Manezh”, “Exhibition Hall of the Artists Association”, museum of Gallen Kalela (Finland), city center Sanomatalo (Finland), gallery “Akvart, Art museum of Shenzhen (China), national Library in Nanjing (China), Museum of the Contemporary Art in Qingdao (China), Ratchamdanoen Center of Contemporary Art in Bangkok (Thailand), Watercolor Gallery in San-Diego (USA) and many more.

The award of an independent jury of the Hermitage at the watercolor Biennale Art Bridge in the genre Seascape in 2005, Diploma 1st grade in cityscape at Art Bridge Biennial, 2015.

Member of the Artists Association

Member of Saint-Petersburg Watercolor Society

Member of the Finnish Watercolor Society

His works are in collections of local museums, private and corporative collections in Europe, Asia and America.

Publishing projects, an author:

Book "Masters Of Watercolor. Elements Of Water" – “Music Planet”, 2013

Book "Masters Of Watercolor. From Classic To Contemporary" – “Music Planet “, 2014

Book “Masters Of Watercolor. From East to West” – Music Planet”, 2015

Watercolor instructional video series on landscape, marine, portrait, flowers - “Music Planet “, 2012-2015

Co-founder and art director of the magazine "Planet Of Watercolor" - 2015

Charity Projects:

The author of a series of works for the charity of the International Organization for the Protection of Children's Rights USWRC, 1996-1997.

Introduction

I do not remember a time when I was not drawing or painting. My uncle was a professional painter and he always gave me artistic inspiration. He was my first teacher. After school, I studied graphics at University. During those four years I received a solid foundation in professional graphics. However, I was aware that this was only a step to something greater. Actually the choice was made already during the first year of university - I knew I wanted to attend the oldest traditional artistic school in Russia – Repin Academy of Fine Arts in St. Petersburg.

After 4 years of foundation work, I felt confident enough to apply to this honorable Academy. The Repin Academy is a place where even the walls can teach - students have the opportunity to bathe in the rich traditions and artistic atmosphere. The environment stimulates the desire for artistic exchange and learning, enhanced by the large number of unique art museums in St. Petersburg. The professors see it as one of their duties to pass on the traditions and deep artistic knowledge from past alumni to present day and future generations of students.

The Academy leaves a deep impression on the life of every graduate that passes through its gates. The influence of the Academy's teachings can be witnessed through different works of art whatever the genre or medium.

On graduation, I focused more on design, showing my work at exhibitions and selling pieces from time to time. Also I started teaching Art Basics and giving some short art courses in Europe. The country which influenced my painting the most was Finland. Its nature is very similar to the place where I was born. I spent my childhood in a place surrounded by forests and lakes. Finland, with its blue and green mosaics and bountiful waters and accompanying reflections, reminds me of my childhood impressions...

My favorite technique is water-color. It gives me the opportunity to express myself. I like the spontaneity of water. One has to be really flexible to operate with it. It has the ability to flow. The artist has to let it flow when he works with water-colors. These reflections of lakes and rivers, harbors and boats appear to be created for water-color painting. Water and reflections, wind, sky, clouds and boats have become the objects for my painting.

My work and travel made it possible for me to discover China – a previous unknown to me. That country lies behind a Great Wall. We know very little about it in Europe. I was lucky to be sent to a beautiful place where traditions and modern life blend together. I was invited to teach art basics in a college for designers and stylists. The management of the college has a great vision and taste for beauty and art. All the interiors and environment of that place reminds one of the old China. The brand new buildings contain many antique features, some of which are over 100 years old. Some of the architecture displays styles prevalent during the previous centuries.

Certainly these aesthetics have a great influence on the students and faculty of the college, not to mention a profound effect on my interest in China. I have started learning more about Chinese art, looking at old paintings, and asking people about their history. In this mood I have painted a series of works symbolizing my impressions of China. They are based on nature because I have been impressed by my new surroundings. My environment is filled with new objects of interest – sufficient enough to keep me inspired. It is a new kind of beauty – new faces, new patterns, new textures. All the works have been painted in one building. I would call the series "Windows and Doors". The whole building is filled with beautifully ornate wooden carvings on the doors and windows. The day light shining through the windows casts the shadows on the walls and the floor. The inner yard has no roof but it gives such an isolated feeling as if you were in a different world – no future, no past, only the present.

Konstantin Sterkhov in Finland

It`s past 16 years since Konstantin Sterkhov first time came to Finland. Since then more than 800 students attended his demonstrations, he had several exhibition in group and solo, there were a few articles about him in Finnish media, his illustrations where published in Kodin Kuvalehti and Hyva Terveys, and he issued 9 DVDs with tutorial videos representing watercolor to all art lovers.

Sterkhov brings the traditions of old Russian school of painting as a graduate of Repin Art Academy. His art is based on good drawing skills and noble color harmony. Old masters had only natural colors, and it remains an approach that Sterkhov tries to keep alive. The advantage of limited and noble palette is one of the sign of the St.Petersburg Art tradition. There are two other important things one can see in Sterkhov`s works. He is very particular about tonal contrast and composition. The play of light and shadow is one of the topic of his painting. The composition is very classical. Some of his exterior portraits have very personal intimate and inviting quality. The light penetrating into the darkness of the room is like the light illuminating the darker corners of our souls.

There is a great deal of impressionistic approach despite the classical way of thinking. Sterkhov has chosen the watercolor medium as his priority. He has been painting with aquarelle for over 30 years and he achieved an impressive cooperation with water as a basis of watercolor medium. His works demonstrate a lot of spontaneity, a well planned spontaneity that is so appreciated in aquarelle. He has a gift to see the beauty and transform it into the washes, splashes, drops-in, glazing and other techniques of watercolor.

Short after graduating from Repin Academy Sterkhov started sharing his art knowledge with those who wanted to learn painting. First coincidentally during his visits to Germany and Austria, then on more regular terms in Finland and Sweden. Actually after his first teaching experience in Finland he kept teaching there every year. Sterkhov finds it very inspiring to share art experience with students. He says he learns himself a lot from them. Many ideas come while giving critiques and correcting students` works. When Konstantin came to Finland in the late 1990-s he discovered in his students a great thirst for basic academic knowledge. By his practical teaching he invented a simple way of explaining the basics in a series of watercolor lessons, which do not require drawing skills from students but let them create quite good works already after 1 or 2 days of practicing. Many of his students keep coming to his master-classes, again and again.

The very new practice that Konstantin includes in his courses is meditation. After getting to know each other with his students Konstantin offers an easy way for relaxation, which is very important for his way of painting. It takes a few minutes a day and helps to “reload” the students, to drop all their worries and problems behind and use creative energy from the “clean page”. He has been practicing Sahaja Yoga for over 20 years and he applies his spiritual experience to teaching practice.

The last year has been very busy for Konstantin Sterkhov. He had been teaching his courses in YLE art club, Gallen-Calela museum, Espoo arbis, Espoo taideseura, R. Steiner school, in Akvart gallery and in Joutsenon and Ita-hameen opisto. His work represented Finnish watercolor society in International watercolor festival, Antwerpen, Belgium, he participated in some group exhibition in Ferrin gallery and Akvart gallery in Helsinki, several exhibitions and master-classes in galleries in Saint-Petersburg. The most interesting project for the Konstantin Sterkhov now is completing the video collection of watercolor lessons in DVD. He combines his experience of “easy teaching” in more than 40 lessons issued in 9 DVDs which is a very new experience for both Russia and Finland. Now any art lover can learn his method right at home!

Sterkhov`s works are represented in private collections in Russia, Europe, Asia, USA and Australia. He tries to bring the message to the art collectors that the watercolor painting is a better investment than oil. The paint itself has the same pigments only it is water based. It is more natural than oil paints and it doesn`t change its color after many years, even after 100 years it may look as when it was only painted.

Sterkhov Konstantin is a member of Saint-Petersburg Watercolor society which was found in the end of XIX-th century and restored in 90-s of of XX. It is the only watercolor society in Russia and it has its goal to keep the traditions of transparent aquarelle going. Sterkhov takes a lot of efforts to spread the message of watercolor medium to watercolor lovers through internet. He runs the blog sterkhovart.blogspot.com where he share a lot of information about the medium worldwide, takes interviews of international top watercolor artists, writes art reviews and publish free watercolor lessons. He believes that the interest to watercolor is in the process of development and this wonderful medium will have its highest blooming. He is doing his best for it.

The Sons of the Dragon

The idea started from a simple pencil sketch. I came to China for the second time and was eager to learn about Chinese characters and faces. I had had no experience of drawing these types of faces before. While I was looking for models a friend of mine told me the story about the Dragon. He said Chinese people believe they all come from this fantastic creature. It gave me the feeling that my models should be very special.

I tried to find out more about the Dragon myth. The next discovery was that the Dragon had 9 sons each of different appearance and character. Their bodies were made up of parts from different creatures and some parts from their Father. They all had different personalities.

The idea was clear. My models would be the modern embodiment of the Dragon's sons. I saw them as young, strong and full of hidden power. They should look up to date. They all should have an expressive element which would be different and uniting at the same time. I was teaching Art at the Hair Stylist College. I saw many students everywhere I looked. The element which lent itself to the most freedom of expression was hair styles. Many young people were trying to express their individual identity with extraordinary hair styles. I thought, "That's it! It's a spot light".

This is how my series emerged. I found the models - my Chinese friends helped me with the calligraphic writing of the Series name. This piece of writing together with the Dragon's images puts the project into a historical perspective. The young faces are the past, present and the future of the Chinese people, as I see it.

Konstantin Sterkhov: Artist