#but his preoccupations w his other friends had been keeping him from making a new one until now

[windor-truffle]

"Yup, I'm right here! See, you can touch me and everything!"

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Richard and Pascal friendship is something I didn't know I needed to write

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey Steph, really adore your blog. I saw your ask about s3 and s4 John and his anger. do you have any pics that deal with that? I think his anger is caused by his jealousy. he loves Sherlock and is deeply insecure about S's love for him. I'd love to find some fics that actually deal with all of that. thank you. x

Hey Nonny!!

I DO!!! Been waiting for another ask to finally get this list up and out! Hope you find something you enjoy on this one! <3

ANGRY / CRANKY JOHN

See also:

Jealous John b/c of Other People

Jealous John

Jealous John Pt. 2 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 2 

Jealous John Pt 3 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 3 

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 4 

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 5

Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Texting, Humour, Fluff, POV John, Cranky John) – A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.

And, Usually, He's the One Who GIVES Me a Headache by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1,315 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Cranky John, Headaches, Head Massage) – A migraine is never fun.

Hallucinations can't open doors by Bespectacled dreamer (K+, 1,330 w., 1 Ch. || Reunion, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Hallucinations, John’s Wedding, Light Humour) – In which John gets married and Sherlock gets a broken nose.

The 3x John Carried Sherlock, and Once ViceVersa by ShinkonoKokoro (K+, 1,673 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friendship, Three and One, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Worried Sherlock, John Gets Shot) – It happens more than he suspects.

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1,921 w., 1 Ch. || THoB, Friendship, Humor, Bed Sharing, Missing Scenes, Cranky John, Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Gen, but can be preslash.

Stay by sussexbound (M, 2,067 w., 1 Ch. || Post TAB, Suicidal Ideation Mention, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Kissing, Love Confessions, Frottage, Coming in Pants) –  “Why? Why did you do it? Hmm…?” He takes a deep breath, waits, lets it out again. “Look at me.” There’s no denying him when he takes this tone. “Why did you kill him? Hmm…? For her? After…” A muscle twitches in the corner of John’s eye, and he clamps his jaw down tightly, swallows and sniffs a little before continuing. “For her? After everything she’s done?” “For you.” Before he can even stop himself. Just like that.

Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, 2,107 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Texting, Bored/Cranky Sherlock) – In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John's bedroom is now a research library. It's not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They're friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it's not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It'll be fine.

Those Days by StillWaters1 (T, 2,663 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD / Sensory Attacks, Caring Sherlock) – If Sherlock had danger nights, then these were John's danger days.

Extraordinary by ardenteurophile (T, 2,739 w., 7 Ch. || Angst, Pining, Romance, Second Person POV Sherlock, Pre-Slash) – Sherlock tries to understand his preoccupation with one Doctor John Watson - the one case he can never solve.

BBCSH 'The Comfort of Company' by tigersilver (T, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF/Mary, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Bed Sharing, Grumpy John, Touching, Clingy/Handsy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Fluff and Light Angst) – It's a trope that John and Sherlock end up sharing in the same bed eventually and I admit I do adore it unconditionally, along with all it infers as to the lowering of defenses and the heightening of trust. I put forth for your consideration that the notion persists because those who think about these things realize these two men are each in dire need of some good company.

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3,337 w., 2 Ch. || THoB AU, Drugs, John’s PTSD, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Breakfast, acronyms and brotherhood by Rose de Sharon (K+, 4,074 w., 1 Ch. || TBB Fic, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Fluff) – Set after The Blind Banker: my take of Sherlock and John's conversation over breakfast. S/J friendship, bromance, no slash.

Afghanistan in Baskerville by Amaya Ramiel (K+, 4,357 w., 1 Ch. || THoB Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drugged John, PTSD / Panic Attack, Hallucinations, Worried Sherlock, John’s Past, Friendship) – What if John hadn't seen the hound when Sherlock trapped him in the lab? What if instead, his very real nightmares of the war had materialized all around him? Trapped and drugged, John can't tell what's real and what's not. How will Sherlock react?

What John Doesn't Know (Won't Hurt Him) by blueink3 (NR [T], 4,392 w., 1 Ch, || S3 Fix It, Pining Sherlock, Snippets of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Fluff and Angst, Five and One, Hopeful Ending, POV Sherlock) – Five people who see Sherlock's scars before John Watson. But Sherlock's secrets were never something he could keep from his blogger for long.

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart (T, 4,743 w., 1 Ch. || PTSD, Character Study, Rescue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Torture, Trauma, Danger, Drama, Kidnapping/Captivity) – The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

This Year by DiscordantWords (T, 6,283 w., 2 Ch. || TEH Divergence / No Mary, New Year’s Eve, John’s A Mess, Jealous John, Awkward Conversations, Trapped in a Closet, Estranged After Return, John POV, Semi-Reunion, Angry John, First Kiss, Reconciliation, Clueless Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Last year, Sherlock Holmes showed up at the Landmark with a fake moustache and a bad French accent and threw John's entire life into disarray with two words: "Not dead." This year, there are more surprises in store.

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko (E, 6,653 w., 1 Ch. || Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fantasizing, John in Denial / Internalized Homophobia, Bottomlock, Pining Idiots, Sherlock Has No Boundaries, Cockblocking Sherlock) – John watches porn. It's a perfectly normal thing to do.If every video he watches happens to feature actors with remarkable physical similarities to his flatmate, well, that's no one's business but his own. Or: John is in denial, until his infatuation with Sherlock is impossible to deny anymore.

BANG by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 7,016 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TGG AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Worried / Scared Sherlock, Alternating POV, Whump, Hospital Recovery, Open Ending) – 'I should warn you,' Sherlock says, his voice steady and his eyes fixed on Moriarty. 'You are sadly misinformed.' And he fires. Prequel to M Is For Moriarty

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5, 798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) –  When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalize Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

Shuteye Shenanigans by Ayakae (K+, 13,263 w., 8 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Epic Bromance, John’s Nightmares, Angsty Fluff, Bed Sharing, Humour, Cuddles, Taking Care of Each Other, Domestics) – John Watson has never slept with Sherlock Holmes. Never ever ever. And never will, thank you very much. Well, there was that one time, but John didn't count that. It was completely different, just like the second time it happened. And the third. And the fourth. Epic bromance, but it can be read as pre-slash if you wish.

The Palmyra Atoll by elwinglyre (E, 16,609 w., 3 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence / Episode Fix-It, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapped John Watson, John Whump, Evil Mary, Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Toplock, Limited 3rd John POV) – As John's preparing for the wedding, Sherlock is preparing to have his heart broken, and Mary is prepared to do the unthinkable. Intervention required. Enter Sherlock. Set before Sign of Three with a far different outcome. John is drugged, kidnapped, and left on an island, but not just any old island.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination?, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

To Mend Icarus by AlessNox (T, 28,347 w., 14 Ch. || Post-TRF / Pre-S3 Divergence, BAMF John, Anger, Fighting, Sex, Bed Sharing, Stalking, Case Fic, John’s Past, Introspection, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crime, Mythology, Darkness) – After a case lands John Watson in court, he tells Sherlock that he is leaving. Not understanding why, Sherlock decides that the only way to learn the truth is to investigate his flatmate, Dr. John Watson. Sherlock finds that coming back is not enough to fix all of the damage that he caused by leaving. A post Reichenbach, post reunion re-discovery fic.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets,  Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love,  Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU ||  Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock, John Separated From His Child) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w., 27 Ch. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton  (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

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Are You Poe-ndering What I’m Poe-ndering? — Thoughts on: Warnings at Waverly Academy (WAC)

Previous Metas: SCK/SCK2, STFD, MHM, TRT, FIN, SSH, DOG, CAR, DDI, SHA, CUR, CLK, TRN, DAN, CRE, ICE, CRY, VEN, HAU, RAN

Hello and welcome to a Nancy Drew meta series! 30 metas, 30 Nancy Drew Games that I’m comfortable with doing meta about. Hot takes, cold takes, and just Takes will abound, but one thing’s for sure: they’ll all be longer than I mean them to be.

Each meta will have different distinct sections: an Introduction, an exploration of the Title, an explanation of the Mystery, a run-through of the Suspects. Then, I’ll tackle some of my favorite and least favorite things about the game, and finish it off with ideas on how to improve it.

If any game requires an extra section or two, they’ll be listed in the paragraph above, along with links to previous metas (or not links, as tumblr is freaking out with links).

These metas are not spoiler free, though I’ll list any games/media that they might spoil here: WAC, mention of Sabrina the Teenage Witch (the OG live-action show not the horrible CW monstrosity); discussion of the Poe short stories “The Imp of the Perverse” and “The Black Cat”.

The Intro:

It’s time to go to school, y’all — and not just any school; a rich, elite, all-girls school. Welcome to the jungle.

Warnings at Waverly Academy is one of two games that I don’t sort into a category (like “Expanded” “Jetsetting” or “Odd”), the other being the game that follows it (TOT). There are a few reasons for this — the next category really doesn’t apply, but neither does the previous category, WAC and TOT both feature a gradual shift in tone and approach to the games, etc. If I really had to pick a designation, I’d say that these are the “Growing Pains” games, where the world gets a little bit more open — but not all at once, the characters get a little more fleshed out — but not by much, and a few new things are tried with our character rolls — to varying degrees of success.

On the whole, WAC tackles its efforts far better than TOT does, but it does make for a slightly less interesting meta if one was just to focus on what WAC does wrong and what it does right. Instead, we’re going to take a look at how brilliant WAC is tonally and thematically, and how its source material — not kept secret in the game — builds it up and makes it better and better upon replays.

Before I begin, it’s fair to warn you all that my thesis was done on Poe and adaptation theory (and its relevance towards detective novels but I won’t touch much on that part of it), so I might get a bit nerdy. Hopefully it’s still exciting and relatable enough to the game that it’ll make for interesting, rather than academic, reading.

WAC uses Poe’s stories — specifically “The Black Cat” (obviously) and “The Imp of the Perverse” (in my slightly expert opinion) — as thematic (what the game means) and tonal (how the game feels) touchstones, not to mention their inclusion for some of the events in the plot. A brief summary of both is probably important when looking at how they relate to WAC.

“The Imp of the Perverse” is an essay-like short story by Poe that basically states that inside of every person is the desire to do something wrong or incorrect simply because it is wrong or incorrect (not morally, but in terms of self-interest).

In the story, a man commits a clever murder and gets away with it, receiving the inheritance that he wanted from the dead man. The man cannot be caught — there is no evidence of any wrongdoing, let alone any that points to him — unless he confesses. The idea of confessing — not out of guilt, but just because it would be the wrong thing to do — plays on his mind until, driven half-mad with his preoccupation, he confesses and is imprisoned and executed. The titular “imp” is basically a devil on the shoulder who wants what would be worst for our own self-interest, simply because it is the worst.

MENTIONS OF ANIMAL CRUELTY FOR THE STORY OF THE BLACK CAT. PLEASE SKIP IF THIS BOTHERS YOU.

“The Black Cat” on the other hand is pretty much a proto-“Tell-Tale Heart” — an alcoholic man becomes emotionally distant from his cat (a rare sentence, I know) because he things the cat is judging him for being a drunk; one night in a drunken rage, he cuts out its eye and kills it. A fire catches his home, leaving an imprint of the hanged cat upon the only standing wall.

END OF DIRECT MENTIONS OF ANIMAL CRUELTY.

The man and his wife move, and he, after a period of guilt, makes friends with another cat — a cat nigh-identical to the first one, even missing an eye. When he (drunk, as per usual) and his wife are walking down the cellar stairs, however, he nearly trips over the cat and becomes enraged, trying to kill the cat, only to be stopped by his wife. He instead kills his wife, burying her behind the wall of the cellar and bricking up the hole.

When the police come by they find nothing, and the cat has disappeared, so the man feels safe. The police come back to investigate the cellar, the man taps on the wall to boast of how well the house is made — only to have horrific screeching start up behind the wall. The police break the wall down and find not only his wife’s body, but the black cat sitting on it as well. The man breaks down, overwhelmed by his own guilt, and the story ends.

END OF BLACK CAT STORY SYNOPSIS.

It’s pretty clear what influence “The Black Cat” had on WAC — not only does the villain name herself after the titular cat, but WAC is also a story of guilt, hidden crimes, and personal weaknesses that manifest in rage towards other innocents.

It’s actually really interesting that Corine takes the mantle of “The Black Cat” up when she begins targeting other valedictorian candidates; the black cat in the story is sort of a symbol of the man’s sin — a reaction to his sins and misdeeds, and sort of a catalyst of justice. This ties into how Corine sees herself — someone rejected and mistreated by those who are “filthy” themselves, and who must then show others the things they hate about themselves.

It’s Corine’s self-identification as a victim that starts all this, and it causes her to victimize others in potentially fatal ways. The black cat stands for guilt, for the sins of others, and yet it leads Corine further and further away from any justness herself.

The story of “The Imp of the Perverse” has a little bit of a more subtle tie-in to the game; in a way, each suspect does exactly what they know they shouldn’t.

Rachel and Kim are obvious — they really shouldn’t switch back and forth so regularly, nor should they be so sloppy at informing the other as to what they did and who they met that day. Leela, who should be studying if she wants to keep her spot in the race, instead passes the time by playing sports. Mel knows that the cloak-and-dagger meetings are to be an absolute secret, yet wears hair bows that she constantly loses to one. Izzy has her future meticulously planned out, yet refuses to back up an incredibly important paper (and also relies on being popular, yet pursues other girls’ boyfriends).

Even Corine falls under this; by targeting Nancy, she’s ensuring that suspicion will fall on her, as 2/3rds of the victims would then be her roommates. She’s also cutting her chances of being valedictorian by not working hard for it and instead relying on other, riskier methods. Every move she makes leads to it being more and more obvious that she’s behind them — and yet, she continues anyway, just like the man in “The Imp of the Perverse” — leading from a few small incidents to attempted murder.

Ignoring WAC’s ties to Poe renders it as a good, solid mystery without anything remarkable about it (other than the pendulum, of course). Exploring its ties to Poe not only helps set up exactly who the villain is, but also sets the tone for the mystery. This isn’t a mystery of Nancy foiling a villain through her smarts; instead, it’s a story about how guilt and a perverse desire for self-destruction leads a once-promising valedictorian candidate to more and more severe crimes, culminating in the exact opposite of what she was working for.

The Title:

It’s pretty awesome, full stop.

Warnings at Waverly Academy is honestly a great title for a Nancy Drew mystery; it gives us location, a sense of the world we’re in (scholastic), and a vague yet not too vague sense of what’s going on. The alliteration is good, the abbreviation amuses me — it’s just solid all the way around.

There’s not much else to say; sure, you could strengthen it by finding a punchier “w” word to begin with, but that’s just quibbling. It’s great, I love it, let’s move on to the Happenings at Waverly Academy (which, by the way, would have been a terrible name for the game).

The Mystery:

Called in as a professional undercover detective, Nancy’s just young enough to hide in plain sight at Waverly Academy, an upper-crust private school for those girls fortunate enough to be both rich and smart (aside from a few scholarship students, who are simply smart). Nancy’s called in due to a few near-death experiences by students, punctuated always by notes simply signed “The Black Cat”. It’s only a few days until break ends, so Nancy must work quickly to stop the sabotage, find the Black Cat, and solve the mystery before anyone dies.

Nancy, as always, finds quickly that not everything is so cut-and-dried. Each valedictorian candidate has the motive, means, and opportunity to get the other girls out of their way, and all have something to lose. Add in a secret society, the threat of demerits from an overly zealous RA, and the sneaking feeling that there might be a greater mystery behind all of these incidents, and you get a case mostly unlike any that Nancy’s had to crack before.

Oh, and Ned is on the phone, serving the player up with the single punch of testosterone in the game (aside from the hunky Mr. Harris, of course).

As a mystery, WAC is honestly super solid. Lots of characters, lots of clues, lots of red herrings, lots of mini-mysteries going on inside of the larger mystery…it’s everything you want from a Nancy Drew game, and it doesn’t really drop any of the balls it juggles. Sure, the pendulum might be a bit much for you if you’re not up on your Poe, but I think it’s a lot of fun, and for sure a very different type of ending puzzle — not drowning or running out of air or any other ending that Nancy Drew games likes to do.

Let’s go to the movers and shakers behind this mystery, then, shall we?

The Suspects:

Mel Corbalis is the fan-favorite character, so let’s start with her in this huge, estrogen-laden cast. Distinctly of the goth persuasion, Mel is a fantastically talented cello player and a Waverly Legacy, despite the fact that no one at school wants to be caught dead near her. She’s not an outcast the way that Corine is, however, because of her simple insistence on being exactly who she is, and not trying to hide or apologize for it.

Go Mel.

As a suspect, Mel is slightly more suspicious than most other girls, on account of Megan being her roommate, but otherwise sits on fairly equal standing with them all. She’s by far the most outwardly aggressive, but also comes across as simply no-nonsense (a welcome thing in any girl’s academy, believe me). She also has the least of Poe about her, despite her taste in fashion, and is in general a breath of fresh wind.

Next up is Leela Yadav, athlete extraordinaire. She sure can bounce that ball, at least. Izzy’s roommate and just as much a social climber (though in less in-your-face ways), Leela wants it all — popular, athletic, and valedictorian. It’s a lot for any girl to handle, much less one who can’t seem to keep it all together.

As a suspect, Leela’s not bad — she’s as even as (most) anyone else throughout the first half of the game, but falls off a bit when Izzy isn’t specifically targeted by the Black Cat (as most of her gripes are against Izzy, particularly). Leela’s more there to increase the number of students and throw suspicion around, but she does a darn fine job of it, and is well-rounded enough to be genuinely enjoyable.

We’d be remiss not to mention the queen bee (and my personal favorite suspect) at Waverly Academy, Izzy Romero. Snobbish, arrogant, and with apparently the smarts and people skills to back it up, Izzy is the first Waverly girl that Nancy (as Becca) meets, and boy does she set the player up for what Waverly is really like. Izzy’s smart enough to know when she should put in the effort and clever enough to delegate it when she can, and that alone endears her to me, even leaving aside her hilarious dialogue and general vibes.

As a suspect, Izzy is the sole girl who really isn’t set up to be much other than what she is — a girl with more than enough smarts to get power, and enough power to pretty much do what she wants to do. Sure, Nancy can catch Izzy doing stuff she shouldn’t do, but she’s never really a heavy-hitter when it comes to the Black Cat stuff. I love her for that, too. She’s a lot like Libby from the original Sabrina the Teenage Witch show; a bit nasty, but hilarious and effectively harmless — and I’ve always liked Libby-style characters.

And her stint in the Blackwood Society is aces too. Man, this girl does not quit.

Rachel Hubbard, is, of course, actually Rachel and Kim Hubbard, and they are the plot point that WAC is most known for. They actually have marginally separate personalities too, with one being far snappier than the other, and having strengths in different subjects.

Part of the reason I love the Hubbard twins so much is that their presence is so...Poeian. Poe was all about duplicity and mirrors, and the Hubbard twins show off both themes. It’s just a wonderful little bit of a nod to the source material (thematically speaking) of the game, and I adore it.

As suspects, the Hubbards aren’t bad at all; they’re lying, sneaking around, and blatantly “forget” what they’ve said to people, all of which adds up to be very untrustworthy. Were it not for Nancy (and Corine) sneaking around, they might have gotten through their Waverly experience without anyone figuring it out — and that’s something to respect, even if it does make them prime targets for blackmail. And speaking of blackmail…

Corine Meyers is both Nancy’s roommate and 100% our villain this time around. Obsessed with becoming valedictorian and knowing she probably won’t get it, Corine basically puts out self-assigned hits on each of her fellow candidates, attempting to get the title by violence rather than by being worthy. She’s even cunning enough to blackmail the Hubbard twins into doing some of her dirty work, throwing people off her scent. Sure, Corine is a rather pathetic (in the non-sympathetic sense) person who I have little respect for, but she does make a good villain in a Poe-ish story.

As a suspect, the game actually makes a pretty good go at not assigning the blame too quickly to anyone, so Corine does manage to hide out in the shadows. Sure, one of the girls who went home was her roommate, but the other was Mel’s, so suspicion isn’t centered right on her. I also love that she’s actually punished for what she does — no amount of sad pictures at the end of the game changes that. Corine actually has the cleverness that CUR tries (but doesn’t succeed) to give Jane, and I think it’s wonderful.

I’m not going to give Megan Vargas or Danielle Hayes their individual chunks, but they are present here as well, standing in as victims so we know that this teenaged effery very nearly had a body count. They really help to give a sense of…well, purposeful disconnection to the game, where the setting and the snow and the fact that these are high school girls doesn’t stop the crimes from being deadly.

The Favorite:

The first thing that I have to say is that I love how the tone and crimes of this game contrast so well with a lot of the games (especially, sorry, CUR). This takes place at a school, your suspects are all teenaged girls…and yet the game doesn’t shy away from how horrific things really are to get Nancy called in. Two girls have nearly died in quick succession from one another, and the girls are going on chasing acclaim. It’s a messed up situation, and the game doesn’t shy away from pointing that out.

These crimes are treated with severity, and the culprit, despite things that might have softened her ending under lesser writers, is punished with total removal. WAC in some ways is a spiritual successor to SCK, in that it takes place at a school, lives are endangered, Nancy is (mostly) undercover, and the culprit is not above killing Nancy messily solely for personal gain. The difference, of course, is that SCK is not done well, and WAC, on the whole, is.

As mentioned above, I have a soft spot for Poeian detective stories, and so I enjoy WAC probably more than I would had they modeled it after, say, Holmesian detective stories instead. The ideas of duplicity, mirrors, guilt, the Imp of the Perverse — the self-destructive tendency to do what we should not simply because we should not do it — these are all present and accounted for in WAC from different girls and facets of the plot (Corine and the secret society both represent duplicity, the Hubbard girls are mirrors, Waverly’s own guilt towards the students it failed, etc.).

My favorite puzzle has to be WAC’s resident cooking minigame, where Nancy prepares hot lettuce sandwiches and definitely underdone cookies to the delight of the gossiping horde. It’s like TRN’s cheeseburger minigame writ large, and every second of it is wonderful — the gossip, the food-making, the unexpected panic of a teacher order — everything. It also helps Nancy keep her head above water, should she be caught sneaking around after hours, and I think that’s great as well.

My favorite moment of the game is when Nancy comes out of the wall in Mel’s room and Mel isn’t having even one iota of her excuses to cut and run. It’s not often that a non-villain will press Nancy so intently when Nancy does something Inherently Untrustworthy, and I think it’s great that a 17 year old girl behaves exactly as one would, demanding an explanation and not letting Nancy wiggle her way out of it. Sheer perfection and the moment, I would guess, that Mel became a lot of people’s favorite WAC character.

I also love everything to do with the Blackwood Society. Nancy goes so…metal there and we really don’t get enough of Metal Nancy. It features one of the few moments of absolutely, unequivocally brilliant voice acting that Lani stumbles upon (the conversation about the bow), and it’s a wonder to behold.

The Un-Favorite:

While WAC certainly has great things about it, it’s not by any means a perfect game. It wouldn’t sit in my top 10, and possibly not even in my top 15, though it would depend on the day. The reasons for this?

A big one is my least favorite puzzle: taking the pictures. It’s a good idea — a gofer quest to help Nancy get to meet each student, talk to them, etc. and make sure no one gets lost in the shuffle (like with what usually happens with Guadalupe in ICE, for example) — and is also great for acquainting Nancy with the Hubbard(s). However, in practice, the interface makes it incredibly obnoxious to do, what with having to retake pictures because the pan or zoom is slightly off, and having to jump around from place to place. It’s a good idea, but could have been implemented far, far more smoothly than it actually was.

My least favorite moment in the game is actually the whole deal with Izzy’s paper being deleted. It’s a dick move — and I have no problem with that, honestly, but the fact that she has no backup is just like…girl, what on earth are you doing where you don’t back up your work.

Adding to that is the fact that even in the far-off yesteryear of 2009, Word autosaves (as did many, if not all, word processors) and a copy definitely would have still been retrievable on her computer, and that the teacher would almost definitely have a previous rough draft or at least outline…it’s a pretty shaky thing to have happen (the not-having, not the deleting), and it does break the game down a bit. I know it’s not that big a deal to most people, but it seriously hampers my ability to stay within the world of WAC and to take the mystery seriously.

The Fix:

So how would I fix Warnings at Waverly Academy?

There’s honestly not too much to do; while not a perfect game, WAC is perfectly solid, accomplishing what it needs to do properly and well, without too many little flaws to mar its reputation.

In other words, it’s a bit like an unsuccessful valedictorian candidate; well-rounded, but not a standout when compared to others that burn a little brighter.

I would, however, re-work the picture task; I’m not sure how you could make it less clunky, mechanically speaking, but it definitely needs it, along with a way to know if it’s a good picture or not before you go through all the effort of going to the library and plugging in the camera. I love the idea — just make the idea work better.

I’d also change the “deleted paper” storyline and go a little more destructive — give the computer an awful virus instead. Sure, her paper is backed up (in 2009, probably on a USB drive, or saved to her email or something), and she has her stuff, but that locks away all personalized notes, study sheets, etc. It’s something that would be pretty damning for a Valedictorian candidate, while also still being firmly in the realm of believability.

And on a smaller note, remove the ability to call Bess in this game. It always goes to voicemail and serves no purpose. Why even include it?

Where WAC really shines is its individualistic approach to each girl and in its permeation of Poeian themes; that’s what makes it special as a game, rather than any of its individual parts. Sometimes, you need to take a break from haunted mansions and carousels and museum thefts and marriage troubles and friends who are always in need of help – and you just need to play a game with gossip galore, hot lettuce bagels, and an actual death-bringing pendulum to round it out.

[pinnithin-writes]

Good Jokes

Chapter 20

The room they wound up in seemed to breathe. The walls moved in a moist, rhythmic pattern and the space was lit with a low purple bioluminescence. Tommy stumbled for a few moments on the spongy, uneven floor, fighting off a wave of nausea as he supported himself on something that was like a pillar. While the portal spat out the rest of the team behind him, Tommy cast a look over their new surroundings.

This place appeared more organic, the colossal ribcage of an extraterrestrial whale. There was not a single item from Earth in sight. The walls glistened with a sheen that was like oil on blacktop. He paced the room, unsteady and observant, as a bright flash of light heralded his companions’ arrival.

“Hello, Gordon,” Dr. Coomer said, just barely staggering to his feet as the man in question landed on the other side.

Gordon groaned. “Hello. Hello,” he said, voice thin and weak. “I’m sick of teleporting. I don’t wanna do it again, man. I don’t wanna d-”

“Teleportation sickness is a common side effect,” Coomer interrupted, sighing heavily as he gained his bearings.

“How do you know that? He’s... we don’t-”

Bubby offered Gordon a hand through his speculation and pulled him to his feet. “Hello, Gordon.”

“Hello,” he responded. “Where’s Tommy?”

Tommy angled his chin at the sound of his name and rejoined the others. “I’m right here.”

Gordon gave Tommy’s hand a light squeeze of acknowledgement as soon as he was within reach. Tommy was slow to return the gesture - he was studying Gordon’s face, which was steadily growing uneasy as he took in their surroundings.

“Look - look at what I found,” he said, releasing Gordon’s hand to indicate the ribcage of spires. “These look like, ah, huge columns that they use for construction for their fucked up alien construction technology.”

Gordon fidgeted as he passed a glance overhead. “I don’t care,” he said, then quickly clarified, “like, like I’m not saying that to you, Tommy, just - I just don’t-” Gordon sighed in frustration. “I wanna be out of here. This is all a fuckin’ scientific marvel, and we can write notes about it when we get home later, but now-”

“Look,” Bubby interrupted. “This all reminds me of the time that-”

He vanished.

Gordon, Coomer, and Tommy exchanged a perplexed look.

“What? Oh, what is happening?” Gordon wondered to no one in particular.

Bubby manifested as quickly as he’d disappeared. “And then I - Where did I go?” He cut a glance to the three men staring at him.

“Where did you go?” Gordon asked. “What did you see?”

Bubby paused, gears turning in his head while the room breathed around him. “...Shit’s fucked, man,” he concluded uneasily.

Gordon’s shoulders shook in a nervous chuckle.

“The rules of this place are different from ours, Gordon,” Coomer deduced. “They - oh.”

He hunched over suddenly, clutching at his chest. The breath hissed out of him in an agonized whine, and then his joints rearranged themselves in a sickening series of cracks. The scream Coomer uttered made Tommy’s blood run cold. He rapidly averted his eyes.

“D-Doctor Coomer?” Gordon whispered.

The scrambled collection of limbs that was Dr. Coomer rebuilt itself with a heavy crunch. “So we need to be careful,” the boxer finished brightly, as if nothing had happened.

“What w-” Gordon’s sentence crumbled into a panicked, stuttering sound as his eyes went round. “Shit. Nothing means anything anymore.”

As he said this, both Bubby and Coomer folded in on themselves in a horrifying collapse of pained cries and impossible contortions. Gordon, panicked, darted a glance at Tommy, as if he thought he might deteriorate into this agonizing meaninglessness, as well.

Tommy returned his gaze with a tight-lipped grimace. He could feel the intent of this alive place, how hungry it was to pull him apart piece by piece, but he’d be dead in the ground before he let himself become interdimensional roast pork in Benrey’s homeland. I’m not going anywhere, his eyes told Gordon.

Gordon returned his stare to the other scientists. “What is happening to you two?” he barked.

Bubby quickly righted himself, flicking his usual cool look between Gordon and Tommy. “I want to get moving,” he said. “Let’s go, Gordon.”

“Why do you keep making those sounds?” he persisted.

Coomer rolled his neck like he was just waking up from a nap. “Come along now, Gordon,” he said, beckoning for him to follow Bubby into a nearby hallway.

Gordon looked to Tommy again, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he gave a hesitant nod. Perhaps Bubby and Coomer would lose themselves here. If that were the case, it would be sad and unfair, but in the end, they still had to push forward. In the end, Tommy still had Gordon’s back. In the end, they were still going home.

His expression was tortured, but Gordon nodded back. They headed out.

---

It was the same song they knew so well by now, but Xen put it in a different key. Run, hide, shoot, watch your buddy’s back. Grapple with the horrifying ordeal of imminent mortality. Wipe the goo off your shoes. Tommy shouldered his rifle and his own fragile heartbeat as well as he could in the belly of this beast, but Benrey’s watching eyes made the whole trip that much more nightmarish.

The entity was toying with them, phasing in and out of the walls in increasingly unrecognizable shapes as he followed them through Xen. Tommy latched onto his own annoyance so that fear couldn’t override his nerves, but ignoring Benrey was much more difficult now that he was ten stories tall and threatening to eat them alive. He tried to keep an eye on Benrey, the aliens, their deranged teammates, and Gordon all at once and found himself coming up woefully short.

Not to mention he had to watch out for himself, which was something he still wasn’t used to. The latent static in his body that signified the blood in his veins hadn’t wavered since passing through the portal. He kicked himself with the reminder over and over. He could die, Gordon could die, they all could die out here. Keeping it in mind while trying not to dwell on it too much was proving more difficult than it seemed. Benrey was practically licking his lips in anticipation.

At least Bubby and Coomer seemed relatively stable after their initial breakdown at the start of this trek. Their surefire aim and superhuman instincts pressed them down the path at a decent clip. Forward. Always forward. Climbing ramps and clearing gaps and dodging arcs of electricity. This place was organic-adjacent; almost alive, almost watching them, and Tommy wasn’t sure whether the stray gunfire they popped off mattered or if it was just making their environment more enraged.

His brain grasped for context and he contemplated how this place came to be. How long had it been here? Was it older than Earth? If Benrey called Xen home, were there other denizens here like him? Lost in his thoughts, he nearly missed Gordon losing his footing and slipping into a vat of caustic green fluid.

He hurried belatedly to haul him out of the stuff, struggling until Coomer joined him and grabbed the man’s other arm. To Tommy’s ire, he couldn’t quite bend the laws of physics in a plane where physics was busted beyond repair. He was glad he could rely on the boxer’s strong hands to help him pull Gordon free.

He emerged, coughing and spluttering, and Tommy steadied him by the elbow until he was able to right himself. “I thought you guys had left me for dead,” he panted.

Tommy wiped slime off on his slacks. “No,” he stated flatly, because there was no other response to an assumption so preposterous.

Dr. Coomer slapped the man’s shoulder congenially, spraying them both with the green liquid. “We’d never leave you, Gordon,” he assured him.

As Gordon turned to fish his glasses out of the vat he’d fallen in, Tommy idly voiced his thoughts. “I can't believe this is what life would be like if - I - if… If mammals evolved with moon shoes,” he guessed.

“Yeah.” Gordon murmured after a pause, flicking the water off of his frames with preoccupation. He passed a questioning look to Tommy, no doubt wondering if he could clear his lenses like he’d done so many times before, and Tommy had to give an apologetic shake of his head in return.

Not here. Not now. He felt so fucking useless.

Bubby reemerged from the hall he’d been exploring, beckoning to them ardently. “Over here,” he urged.

“And to think,” Tommy went on as he fell in line with the others, “that if gravity was just a little lower on our planet that all - we would live like this.”

He wasn’t even sure if it was something he’d logically concluded or if his mind was just cobbling together some kind of sense out of glue and thumbtacks in an attempt to right himself. It felt kind of silly, saying it out loud. But perhaps the silliness itself was a comfort.

Gordon, at least, acknowledged him. “Our brains would develop different,” he agreed, pulling up short when the hallway emptied out to a chasm. The walls were ringed and red like a trachea, and Gordon grimaced with distaste. “Aw don’t tell me this is another portal - oh shit what is that?”

The team collectively followed Gordon’s horrified stare to the creature descending on them through the ceiling. Benrey was no longer lurking, now, and he defied the structural integrity of what made up a human body in a grotesque pinwheel of bone and sinew. Tommy wasn’t even sure he’d recognize the thing as Benrey if it weren’t for his familiar, grating voice echoing through the chamber.

“Yo, friend! Welcome!”

Quickly, they took cover from the entity’s sharp, flailing limbs, pressed hard against the walls of the vertical structure despite the wetness. Tommy racked his rifle, even though he knew the hollow points were worth jack shit at this stage, while Gordon hissed out a repetitive, “What is that? What is he? What is he? What is that?” through his teeth beside him.

Coomer angled a sharp nod at Tommy and the two of them leaned out from the corner to take aim at the entity. Benrey disappeared as quickly as he arrived with a dark, echoing chuckle.

“Where’d he go?” Gordon asked. “You guys saw that, right?”

Coomer sighed and lowered his weapon, looking sick. “Oh, I’ve seen a lot of things I’d like to forget here, Gordon,” he muttered.

---

Higher up in the column that breathed around them, conveyors of colossal blue barrels rolled past. Tommy was reminded vaguely of a production line, though he dreaded to think what sort of creatures were being assembled at this organic factory.

“Look Gordon, barrels!” Coomer pointed out helpfully.

“Oh thank god, something familiar,” Tommy murmured. “They have barrels, just like we do.”

“It’s not - that is not like any barrel I’ve ever seen,” Gordon answered. “That’s like a barrel out of Donkey Kong times twenty.”

Tommy snorted. Of course Gordon was thinking about video games even in this nightmare. Gordon flashed him a brief, cheeky grin of acknowledgement - a burst of humor and then back to business. Tommy wished it could last.

Benrey continued to play cat and mouse with them as they traversed the cathedrals of Xen. They squeezed themselves through a network of vents that made Tommy feel like a blood cell in an artery, emerging on the other side to meet a yawning hole of darkness that hummed at their presence, hungry.

“Aw fuck, another one of these portals.” Gordon grumbled. He paused, eyeing the rectangle of starlight, before checking with the others. “You guys ready?”

Bubby shrugged. “Yeah?”

The man’s voice went quiet. “Okay,” he said, almost inaudible.

Coomer piped up cheerily in an attempt to reassure. “As long as I’m by your side, Gordon, I’m ready for anything.”

“Same to you man,” Gordon replied gratefully, the ghost of a smile touching his lips.

The walls reverberated with Benrey’s heavy contradiction. “That’s a lie.”

It was a spine tingling, teeth-chattering declaration, but Tommy couldn’t help but dwell on how wrong Benrey was. He would follow Gordon into hell - had been doing so this whole time - and no amount of interdimensional horrors were going to change that now. The entity had been so consistently off the mark about all of them, he wondered if he was living in his own version of reality as well as his own plane of existence. Was he just throwing darts blindfolded at this point, or did Benrey actually have a plan?

Didn’t change the fact that he was large enough to crush them in one fist, but it was something to think on.

Gordon’s blood was chilled all over again. “Where was he?” he demanded, eyes darting. “Where was he?”

With a scoff, Bubby fiddled with the trigger of his firearm and jerked his chin toward the portal. “Well, I’m good either way.”

Gordon ignored him. “Why is this not freaking you guys out? How are you keeping your cool during this?”

“Now, Gordon,” Dr. Coomer reasoned, “it’s only fair you know I am freaking the fuck out!”

A genuine laugh startled out of Gordon, ringing through the hallway in the lovely, bell chime way, and Tommy felt his throat go tight to hear such a comforting sound.

“I’ve read no books that have talked about any of these things, Mr. Freeman,” he said, smiling faintly.

Gordon met his eyes, playful. “That must scare you more than anything, Tommy.”

“And I’m stronger than anything here.” Bubby declared, snapping the fingers of his free hand impatiently.

“I… don’t believe you,” Gordon replied haltingly.

“I believe him,” Coomer said with confidence, and Tommy caught a brief, wordless exchange between the two older gentlemen.

There was no point lingering. The four of them filed in.

The sickening feeling of rearranging atoms passed through Tommy and he emerged, reeling, on the other side. The way ahead was patterned with stepping stones like a galactic rock garden, leading them leap by leap to a haunting structure up ahead. Spires soared like a chest cavity cracked open, cradling the ragged heartbeat of a fuschia rift in space. The hair on the back of Tommy’s neck stood up just laying eyes on it.

“Whoa,” Gordon breathed. “What is that?”

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Dr. Coomer echoed.

In the distance, through the haze and the space dust, Benrey lurked. His reflective cat’s eyes were tracking their every movement, and Tommy made a point to shoot a frown in his direction. We see you. At least he was no longer a knotted shoestring of muscle fiber, returning to his four-limbed, human-adjacent form to loom just out of reach.

Gordon noticed, too, raising an arm to point. “Look over there,” he said.

“Oh, no,” Coomer uttered quietly.

The entity watched, but didn’t draw any nearer. Tommy kept his grip tight on his rifle and wondered what he was waiting for. Gordon surveyed him suspiciously out of the corners of his eyes, gauging the threat level for a few moments before turning his eyes to the jagged wound of a portal that awaited them.

“Alright guys,” he said. “Let’s go take a look and see what that is.”

They began their unsteady hop to their destination, navigating the low gravity with care. Tommy’s blood sang with discord the nearer they drew to the rift, and he shook his hands out as if it could dispel the feeling.

“It’s like a - ah, a castle,” he commented.

“I don’t know if I’d call it that, bud.” Gordon sighed. “What on god.” He made the final leap, landing solidly on the chalky rock, and stared. “Holy shit.”

Tommy cleared the gap behind him. The thing was even worse up close, flanked by jets of scalding steam, warping and twisting and folding in upon itself in a way that was a headache to parse. He rubbed at his temples with his free hand and squeezed his eyes shut. The other two scientists landed nearby with a light crunch of gravel.

“Is this Benrey’s?” Gordon asked, flinging a look over his shoulder at the unresponsive entity.

“It’s beautiful,” Coomer commented in awe.

Gordon nodded. “It kind of is in a weird way.”

Bubby was completely dazzled, swirls of crimson and magenta pulsing in the reflection of his glasses as he stared. “It fills me with a joy and energy I’ve never known,” he said.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Benrey shrieked distantly, and he winked out of sight.

Tommy had no doubt the entity fully intended to. In all likelihood, Benrey was on the other side of this rift now, waiting for them to walk willingly to their doom. He wanted to discount the threat like he had so many times in the past, but… Jesus, he really could kill them here, couldn’t he? The rules were different, the turf a different color, time ribboning around their necks in nooses to hang themselves with. He eyed the portal with trepidation, standing on the edge of a conclusion.

Dr. Coomer turned suddenly, attention rapt. “Gordon?” he asked, while space debris drifted past.

He lifted his brows in acknowledgement. “Huh?”

“Gordon, do you like video games?”

“I…” he paused, mouth pulling into a distracted frown. “Yeah, man. You know, that’s - the whole Justin TV thing. Kane & Lynch 2.”

“I’ve never been keen on them myself,” the scientist went on. “I believe I’ve told you this before, but there was one from my childhood when I was younger that inspired much joy in me. It was Super Punch Out, for the Super Nintendo Entertainment System.”

That faint smile reappeared on Gordon’s mouth. “I love Punch Out,” he said fondly.

Coomer grinned fully at the recognition. “It’s a wonderful game about a boxer overcoming all odds to become a champion.”

Tommy listened to their exchange passively, cutting a quick glance to a disinterested Bubby and back. Coomer sounded wistful in a way he’d never heard before, picking Gordon’s brain about life and reality while the other man gave him slow, thoughtful answers. There was a vulnerable deliberation to their words, a quiet consideration, almost as if they were saying…

Goodbye.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Gordon asked.

Dr. Coomer exhaled heavily through his nose, looking away with a shiver, swallowing past an unseen lump in his throat. “Gordon, I don’t think there’s any turning back from this point,” he said quietly.

“No,” Gordon agreed. “You guys ready?”

Was he ready? It was such a simple question, one Tommy had been ruminating on since they wound up in the intestines of Xen, but facing down the portal made him hesitate. They were all so small and fragile and painfully mortal, and what lay on the other side was an eldritch monster with murder in his heart. Was this martyrdom? Was this suicide? How did they kill the unkillable? Tommy felt sick to his stomach just thinking about it.

He shook out of his fog in time to hear Gordon checking in with their other teammate.

“Bubby? Let’s do it.”

The prototype nodded and gave a nonchalant thumbs-up. “Yep.”

Wait. Wait. Wait. Gordon had been speaking to him just now. Possibly for the last time. Tommy’s stomach dropped and he stepped toward him with an outstretched hand.

“I couldn’t hear you through this gas,” he blurted in a panic.

Gordon turned slowly in his direction, a complicated look on his face. There was something in his eyes, a deep sadness, a razored fear he was fighting so hard to hide. He was just as marrow-deep afraid as Tommy was, putting on a hero’s front because that was what heroes did, and Tommy thought that maybe he was a little bit in love with him.

Gordon met Tommy’s approach with a tight grip on his shoulder, right where his neck met his collar, touching his skin just barely, and Tommy ached.

“Okay,” he affirmed, his voice only shaking a little. His hand was so warm, even through the glove he wore. “Listen I’m gonna c - can you hear me now?”

Bubby pivoted away, putting a respectable distance between himself and the two of them. “Those fumes can’t be good for you,” he muttered under his breath.

Gordon ignored him. “Can you hear me?” he repeated, like it was the most important question in the world.

Tommy’s face was mere inches from Gordon’s. There was no way he couldn’t hear him. “Yeah.”

“Thank you for being there for me.”

Tommy exhaled painfully. “Gordon…”

This sounded like a goodbye, too, and Tommy's heart ached to hear it. Perhaps it was goodbye. Perhaps this was the last time they’d be able to have this, to speak with one another in this way. What did he even say ? Where did Tommy find the words for the churning sea inside him, here on the edge of the end?

He brought his hand up to cup the side of Gordon’s face, fingertips brushing over the stubble of his jaw. God, he was gorgeous like this, bathed in the magenta light of the portal, eyes wide and dark and locked on him. How had they become this? Four days had passed since they met and Tommy already felt that Gordon Freeman was knitted to his soul.

There was no time to grieve the loss of what could have been. They didn’t have space for long, drawn out confessions, though Tommy wasn’t even sure he’d be able to string together the right words if he had an eternity in this moment. Gordon was staring at him with an unspoken longing, lips slightly parted, and Tommy knew he was right there with him.

He begged the universe to give him one last sweet thing and leaned in.

It was a brief kiss. A last ditch, now-or-never, end of the world kiss. Gordon’s mouth pressed against his with a fervent hunger, fingers digging in tight where he gripped Tommy’s shoulder, pleading wordlessly for more, more, more that Tommy wished desperately he could give. He would stand here and kiss Gordon forever if things were different, eyelashes fluttering shut and gentle heat blooming in his stomach. What a tragic miracle. Tommy kissed him like his heart was about to stop.

When they broke apart, Gordon was rosy from ear to neck, and Tommy guessed from the warmth in his face that he was a mirror to the man in front of him. The portal hummed with impatience as they hesitantly let go of one another, but the eye contact Gordon maintained was as intense as the sun.

“We’re gonna get out of here,” he told Tommy with newfound certainty.

Helplessly, Tommy nodded. “Okay.”

“If it wasn’t for you I would have died back at Black Mesa,” Gordon said. “I’m not throwing that away. We’re gonna kill this fool and we’re gonna go home.”

Tommy could only nod again. He was afraid to let himself hope, but with his mouth still burning in the afterglow of that kiss, he realized he believed him.

Another beat of silence passed, which Gordon eventually broke. “Alright.” He took a step back and surveyed the cathedral of knives that awaited them, then shot a quick glance to Coomer and Bubby, who nodded confirmation that they were ready.

Gordon Freeman, bold and lovely, didn’t hesitate. “Let’s get it!” he called. “Let’s do this!”

They all stood back and watched as their messiah charged into the portal’s hungry mouth. A brilliant flash of light seared their retinas, and as Gordon disappeared, the team moved to follow.

“Let’s give them a good show!” Coomer declared.

They plunged in.

Chapter 19 <-----> Chapter 21

[tothedarkdarkseas]

do u have any Russel headcanons? sorry if this has already been answered i just really like how u write out ur headcanons ;w;

Hey there! Thank you so much, that’s really kind! And no, it hasn’t been answered... but I’m afraid I don’t have much of an answer to give you!

I really do love Gorillaz as a whole and I definitely like all of the characters, but I don’t have very specific or detailed headcanon about Russel, Noodle, or Ace. Particularly in Russel and Noodle’s case, part of the issue is that they come across, to me, as much more sensible and much more likable than Murdoc and Stu. I don’t feel any guilt in pouring over the latter’s flaws-- but I also think, to pluck out two characters who are canonically POC, female, or queer in some way and say “They’re just good, overall good, no particular character faults to speak of” can be a double-edged sword. On one hand, you feel a bit less justified in talking them down than you do the straight-ish white guy (Stu), or Murdoc who is very clearly and canonically meant to be Just The Worst-- but on the other hand, it’s disheartening to be given underrepresented characters in media and then just have plotlines Happen To Them while they aren’t treated as very rounded characters. I certainly think the characters all have flaws, for me it’s a bit infantalizing to treat them as purely innocent, but I’m less eager to dunk on them, I suppose!

My general impression of Russel is... less fun than others, haha. I think Russel is sensible and stable almost to a fault, I think he has a bit of “ego” in an entirely different way from Stu. Russel doesn’t present himself as cocky and overconfident, but he’s difficult to relate to in conversation and he doesn’t try to stoop to Murdoc or Stu’s level for their benefit. He’s fine with everyone feeling an aura of him frankly being classier, more talented, and more purposeful in his words than they are. Russel is, I think, an honest person and doesn’t put on airs, but that comes at the expense of alienating him from his bandmates as he recognizes they don’t understand his experiences and he isn’t interested in changing his manner to be better understood by them. None of that is to suggest Russel is a mean person or even an especially cold person, but he’s just... through the lens of Stu especially, someone you feel intimidated talking to who doesn’t go out of his way to “bend down” and see eye to eye with you. Overall, this just tends to result in Russ being present but not always feeling like a peer. He’s respected and he’s appreciated, and in a crisis Russel in the one you want, but day to day in Kong I think Russel seems like he belongs somewhere better. Whether or not he thinks that himself... debatable, but I’d wager not most of the time. I think there has to be a reason he joined and a reason he stayed despite the absolutely maddening situation between Stu, Murdoc, and Paula in Phase Zero.

Russel cares about making “art.” I imagine him as almost overly principled, almost principled in a way that has limited his connection with others. He values a statement, a plan and an ideal, and I think he valued what Gorillaz could be as a disruption to the music industry and the concepts of segregated genre and celebrity worship. I don’t think his ambition looked the same as Murdoc’s; Russel didn’t try and try again to form bands, he didn’t do auditions for permanent lineups and mainly played in a limited capacity on offer only. He loved music and he centered much of his life on seeing and experiencing music on a wider scale than the average musician, but he wasn’t interested in making music with someone else longterm without an incentive. I think Russel had perhaps set this... nebulous, unspecific, maybe even unknown bar for what he needed in order to interact on such a constant, daily level with other people. (Given his history with Del and the others, it’s generally his preference to keep distance.) While Russel was and is a longtime fan of activist hip hop, Gorillaz was intriguing as it could be so many things at once. Gorillaz could make political or social statements and at the same time be unrestricted by genre; they could be synthpop, they could be R&B, they could be hip hop, they could be punk. Gorillaz could be something that engaged Russel and allowed him to experiment, while also justifying, perhaps a bit loftily, that it meant something. Simply put, it was something new. Something that he wanted to see through.

None of that is to suggest the band aren’t friends, Russel and Murdoc in particular I think get on well in their own way as Russel feels rather unpressured by Murdoc to be “accessible” and change anything about his interactions, and whatever intimidation Murdoc might feel he’s able to keep to himself. Murdoc’s just not a guy to let that sort of thing show and certainly not let it effect him getting what he wants. Because I HC things a little more realistic, I think at most Murdoc maybe misleads Russel in order to get him to check out his band, as opposed to kidnapping him out of a record shop. I don’t think Russel would have jumped at the opportunity to be around Murdoc all that much, or Stu once he met him, but their combined oddness (and general preoccupation with each other) sort of allows him to exist in a space that doesn’t challenge his comfort for the first year or two. I think Noodle’s addition to the band is really the point where something takes a turn for Russel, as he comes to recognize an even greater “purpose” in the music and in his contribution to “something that mattered”-- Noodle was so young but so full of promise, they barely spoke the same language but she was so adept at communicating through the music, she was someone he needed to step outside of himself for. It was... important to Russel, I think, observing and at times guiding her along her own path to experiencing and creating music in a way that was truly unseen before. I think Russ is proud of what he’s done with Gorillaz, and the top of that list is Noodle herself.

[popatochisssp]

Make Your Mark, 8/10

Series: Undertale, Swapfell Relationship(s): SF!Papyrus/Reader Chapter Warnings:  Potential tw before the cut for being drunk around unpleasant people, nothing happens but could be scary, take care of yourselves!

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In a world where soulmates exist, monsters and humans have one thing in common: the first time two soulmates touch, a mark randomly appears somewhere–anywhere– on their bodies to represent their match.

It still doesn’t make relationships easier…but maybe it does make them a little more interesting!

You…may have made some bad decisions.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time to go out and celebrate your move to a brand new city. You didn’t have any friends yet to go with, or any idea of where to go, but you didn’t really see why that should stop you from having a good time.

You were in Ebott now, the very definition of excitement and opportunity!

…But…you were coming to realize that there was perhaps such a thing as too much excitement.

Casual revelry with strangers at a monster bar was fun at first. So were the glowing, sparkling, color-changing drinks they’d encouraged you to try, even buying them for you when you admitted you were on a bit of a budget.

You’d been having a great time.

But now, somewhere between the drinks and the strangely-colored smoke in the air, you’re…kind of intoxicated and… the smiles your new monster friends are giving you seem to be taking a turn for the sinister.

You wave off the next glass slid your way and get up, trying not to stumble. You’re met with groans, chiding and coaxing you to stay, just a little longer, but no, no, you really can’t.

You’re disoriented, struggling to remember where the exit was and how to get there while cloying claws and paws and tentacles brush against you, not quite trying to hold you back���

Yet.

It occurs to you that probably every eye in this place is squarely on you—the lone, dizzy human making itself easy pickings—and it sets your heart going hard against your ribs, robbing you of precious breath.

For one terrifying second, you feel like you’re about to faint.

And then, an arm drapes across your shoulders, pulling you into somebody.

You look up into the eye-lights of an actual skeleton— tall and menacing, with one gleaming golden fang.

“you’re cute,” he tells you in a low, raspy voice. “let’s get out of here.”

“Uhh—?”

You don’t have a chance to argue.

The skeleton is strong and he tows your dazed and staggering self along with him like it’s nothing, and you certainly don’t have the wherewithal to fight him.

You look around and in a moment of clarity, you realize you’re suddenly being given a very wide berth.

You don’t know what to make of that.

As you’re dragged out of the bar, into the empty street behind it, the ever-worsening nature of your predicament hits you: you were really, actually about to become a statistic, mugged or murdered or worse in an alley with no one around for miles to call or even notice you were missing.

You think you’re too scared right now to even scream for help, anyway.

Suddenly, you stagger as the arm around you unceremoniously lets go.

“……sorry,” the skeleton says. “i shoulda asked ‘fore i… i just……didn’t really have any other…ideas…”

All you can do is stare at him, blankly.

Under your gaze, his cheekbones go a stunning shade of violet and he turns to stare at the wall of the building, like he can’t quite look at you.

“i mean. you… you just…looked kinda nervous? i…i saw you an’ thought, ‘hell, i know that feeling,’ an’ you didn’t come in with anybody, so. …not!” he hastily adds, “that i was watchin’ you or anything, uh, weird, just, humans, you stick out, an’ you were alone, so if you needed help, i………”

The skeleton pauses, sweat beading along his skull as something seems to occur to him.

“maybe you were havin’ fun?” he wonders with a wince. “in which case, i, uh…probably ruined your night ‘cause i didn’t… i didn’t even ask you…!”

He breaks off with a wordless noise of embarrassed frustration and your fuzzy brain can’t quite parse…most of all that anxious word-vomit, but you at least get the last bit.

“I wasn’t,” you hastily blurt out. “I wasn’t…having fun, I… Thank you, for…for getting me out of there? I… Thanks.”

The skeleton looks very relieved to hear that.

“o-oh…yeah, that’s…it’s fine,” he shrugs, with the most forced nonchalance you’ve ever seen in a shrug. “i mean, you probably shouldn’t…go places like that alone, though? humans know about the buddy system, don’t they?”

You can’t be sure, but you might be blushing, too.

“Yeah, well… I didn’t see you with a buddy,” you mutter, maybe a little childishly.

“i got…connections,” the guy tells you. Then, he laughs a little. “…nyeheheh, and a…a pretty good ‘resting bitch face.’”

You snort. “Yeah? Let’s see it.”

The skeleton takes your dare and it’s like flipping a switch—the shy magic coloring vanishes from his cheekbones and he fixes you with a look nothing short of stony. His expression is flat and his skull is abruptly all sharp, spooky angles where there’d only just been a cute, sheepish grin.

He tilts his head back, just so, and you think you understand now why nobody tried to stop this monster from absconding with you: looking like this, he seems like the type of guy who really would’ve dragged you into this alley to murder you.

“Snrk…holy shit. That’s… that’s really good, dude!”

The skeleton flips right back the second you laugh, looking inordinately pleased with himself.

“papyrus,” he says, introducing himself at last, and you happily introduce yourself in return.

When he asks if you’ve got a ride home and you admit that you don’t know your new address too well—you wrote it down, on your phone, but of course it’s dead, your forethought is in peak form tonight—he offers to let you spend the night at his place.

It’s probably another bad idea and maybe you’re still reeling a bit from all the monster-drinks and secondhand who-knows-what, but he feels like a nice guy.

Trustworthy.

You let Papyrus take you home with him.

-

It turns out you put your faith in the right skeleton.

Even though he only had his own bed to offer you and you insisted he not go sleep on the floor, you woke up safe, sober, and fully-clothed (albeit very thoroughly cuddled).

You stayed the morning to make breakfast, as a ‘thank you.’ You met Papyrus’ very scary brother who stared at you across the table until Papyrus wandered in and eased some of the tension.

It was still a little awkward—turns out, Papyrus’ default state was ‘quiet’ and he spent most of the time wolfing down his syrup-drowned pancakes while Sans held eye-contact with you and downed a whole bottle of Sriracha (a power move?), but somehow, by the end of it…

You still decided to give Papyrus your number, in case he ever wanted to hang out or…do whatever. You were new to the city and anyone you could call a friend was a good person to know!

All things considered, it wasn’t long before Papyrus went from ‘friend’ to ‘boyfriend.’ He was a sweet guy with a real gift for snuggling and an untapped well of affection that he was happy to shower you in with only the slightest provocation.

Just a few short months after your first near-disastrous night in Ebott things are going great for you—you’ve got a decent job, actual furniture in your apartment, a cuddlebug boyfriend, and even a passing civil relationship with said boyfriend’s brother.

There’s not a single thing you would change about your life right now!

…Except…

Well.

You have a soulmark.

Which is either really, really good, or really, really bad.

You found it when you got home from that first breakfast, after your…unpleasant…night at the bar.

You’d been out of it and so many strange and dubiously-intentioned monsters had brushed up against you, skin to scales and slime and any number of textures.

Really, any one of the people there that night could’ve sparked your soulmark to manifest.

In your heart—and maybe even all the way down to your soul—you know which strange and dubiously-intentioned monster you want to have left the twisting strings of ivy wrapped around your belly, climbing up your torso and always seeming to have moved from the last time you looked.

And…Papyrus has a soulmark, too, you’ve seen it, so he’s…

It’s probably yours.

But you’re just not sure.

It doesn’t really matter if it isn’t, of course: you’d rather be dating Papyrus than any of the shady creeps who’d plied you with drinks that night, and even if he’d gotten his own mark long before he met you, he seemed perfectly content with your relationship; more than!

It doesn’t matter… but there’s still a part of you that wants to know.

-

Papyrus is sprawled out on the couch, and you’re lying on top of him.

It’s not the most comfortable position for you, with him being a literal skeleton and all, but he told you once that he likes to feel you on him, so you’re hanging in there awhile longer.

And thinking about the soulmark thing again.

Papyrus seems to notice your preoccupation and cranes his neck down a little to nuzzle your hair.

“what’cha thinkin’ about?” he murmurs.

You don’t see any reason to lie.

“The night we met,” you say. “…you were pretty smooth back then. Y’know, the first…five minutes or so, at least.”

You bounce a little as he laughs.

“daiquiris, angel,” Papyrus winks up at you. “coupla those an’ i’m a regular casanova.”

You snicker…but, “Knight in shining armor, more like.”

His skull turns a very cute shade of lilac.

“…aaahhh, stop,” he grumbles. “it wasn’t…that big a deal……”

“It was to me!” you insist, pushing yourself up on his ribs. “You saved my ass and you know it, Rus.”

“mmmnn…s’a cute ass…”

Papyrus was hot garbage when it came to just accepting a compliment.

You fully intend to work on that, but you decide to have mercy on him and let it go for now.

Instead, you go for a different sort of gamble.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause we’re soulmates,” you accuse.

You keep your eyes on Papyrus’ face, not sure what kind of reaction you’re looking hoping for.

The way he just…smiles at you, eye-sockets crinkling at the corners, feels a little like running into a step on the stairs that you didn’t know was there.

“nah,” he says, “it’d be cute no matter what.”

You sag a little in sheer surprise— was it really that easy?—and Papyrus tilts his head, trying to piece together what’s going on in your head.

For as awkward as he is around people, he’s not half-bad at jumping to conclusions.

“……did you…not know?”

“No,” you hasten to assure him, “no, I…knew. Or, I mean, I kinda figured… I hoped, mostly, but…” You laugh a little, more at yourself than anything. “It was kind of a…weird…night, and we never exactly talked about it…”

Slowly, but surely…

Papyrus starts to snicker.

And then to outright laugh.

“nyeheheheheheh, holy shit,” he wheezes, “i thought i was bad… yuh…you weren’t sure and you took this long to ask about it??? pfft, stars above,you’re the best…”

If it wasn’t for the total, unflinching sincerity in that last bit, you think you might be a little offended.

As it is, you don’t really protest very hard when Papyrus deftly turns you over on top of him, so your back is to his chest, or when he starts to wriggle a bit and you can’t really see what he’s doing.

Apparently, he was shrugging off his jacket.

When he wraps his arms around you again, they’re bare and you can see the artful line of feathers along them, trailing all the way down from his scapulae.

“why d’you think i call you ‘angel’ so much?” he chuckles, setting his jaw atop your head. “m’wearin’ your wings…”

He says it so simply, so matter-of-fact…

And honestly, it’s everything you needed to hear.

You’re so glad Papyrus found you.

UT!Sans | UT!Papyrus | US!Sans | US!Papyrus | UF!Sans | UF!Papyrus | SF!Sans | HT!Sans | HT!Papyrus

[buckyswinterchildren]

The Only Exception - Part 7

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you don’t believe in romantic love, you find it pathetic. But maybe, you make an exception when you meet James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

A/N: a little longer but it was worth writing it (I hope it is worth reading it for you!)

Tags: @supersoldierslover @barnesandnoble13 @vivianbabz @petals-overdaisies @damnbuckyishot @brazien @siobhanrebecca @shamvictoria11 @independentgirl @elwenia @flaipa

(Credits to the owner of the gif)

On Wednesday morning, you are in your way towards Stark Records since you have matters to discuss with your accountant. Yes, with James Barnes who still is your accountant.

The last time you saw and talked to him was three weeks ago when he confessed his feelings for you. Are you nervous? Of course! Have you been thinking about this meeting for too long? Definitely! Yes, the great Y/N who can manage being in front of thousands of people cannot do the same with the people she knows and loves.

The truth is that everytime someone confesses you that has feelings for you, you push them away. It had happened to you twice: when you were 17 with Ben, one of your best friends at that time; and when you were 21 with Clay, a coworker at a hotel you used to work. Both Ben and Clay dissappeared from your life because you stopped answering their calls, and even your conversations where shorter than they used to be.

Is this cold I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-your-feelings-towards-me reaction an aftermath of your parents divorce? You are sure of that, but you accept that you are comfortable in this zone of having your own feelings under control and not letting anyone get in your “heart.”

Bucky is not the exception and he may be the third man you are going to add to your list of “Ignored Romantic Ex-Friends,” because these weeks, he has been calling and texting you and once again, you have not answered. You have given no sign of life to him.

You finally arrive at the floor where all the economy of Stark Records occurs. You walk a long hall that has both right and left halls that you have no idea where they lead you to.

Now, you are standing right in front of the wooden door with the sign “James Barnes - Accountant” You look everywhere like if you are waiting for someone to help you and get in Bucky’s office in your place. But your hero does not appear so you take a deep breath and knock the door.

“Yes, come in!” You hear Bucky’s voice.

“Hi, Bucky,” you say with your best face, still standing on the hall.

“Hey Y/N,” Bucky tells you as he stands up from his chair, “get in.” Although this is an uncomfortable moment, Bucky still walks towards you and gives you a hug. The hugs you used to give each other when you had not seen for a long time. “How are you?”

“Fine, thanks. How are you?” You try not to sound nervous.

“Good, work has me occupied and distracted, you know?”

“Well, that is good.” Of course you know what he is actually telling you, but you try to act normal.

You two look for a few seconds which feel like an eternity, when Bucky breaks the moment -fortunatelly- “hey, I have been talking to people from Governors Ball and they have told me they want to pay you more than the other members of the band.”

You open your eyes in surprise, “What?! Why?”

“Well, to you and to Cal… you know, you sell-” your cellphone rings and interrupts Bucky.

“Oh, sorry,” you apologize as you silence it and keep it in your bag. “No, tell them that no! That is shit!”

“That is what I thought you were gonna say, but I wanted to ask you anyway.”

“No, Bucky, just tell them that it is a band. Fuck! What don’t they understand?! I want the same percent as the other four guys.”

“Ok, Y/N, calm down. I will send them an e-mail when you leave,” Bucky says as he looks for something in his computer.

You smile. “Sorry, again.“ You rapidly change the topic, "Bucky, I wanted to ask you about my financial state. I want to buy this apartment in Manhattan. Wait…“ you stop talking as you look for the paper in which you have all the data about the apartment. "Fuck, I cannot find the paper where I have everything.”

“Do you have the website or something? You can use the computer,” Bucky turns around the screen and gives you the keyboard so you can type.

“Yeah, I remember the link. Thank you.” You type the link of the page and you look for the apartment you have in mind. “Look! This is the one,” you tell Bucky as you show him the pictures of the place, “and here are the details and the price.”

“Pinehurst Avenue - $779.000

4 bedrooms, 2 beds, 1 bathroom”

“They are moving together, and four bedrooms?! they are definitely planning to start a family,” Bucky thinks when he reads the description of the apartment.

"Let me see,” Bucky says as he stands up and looks for a foulder in his library. “Here it is,” he takes the foulder and goes back to his chair. Bucky starts checking numbers and payrolls you barelly understand. You find yourself looking at him and paying attention to his features and to the face he makes when he is concentrated: he frowns and touches his lips with his thumb and index finger. “Ok Y/N,” Bucky’s voice takes you out from that limbo back to reality, “go ahead with the apartment. Everything is in order. Look.”

You look at the papers and the numbers and laugh, “I am gonna say "yes” because I do not understand anything. But I trust you, Bucky, and you know that,“ you tell him as you close the foulder and let it aside.

"Can I ask you-” Bucky takes a deep breath and looks at the desk for a moment, “how have you been? For real. After what happened-”

“Bucky, not that again, please,” you interrupt.

“You have not been answering to my calls and-”

You are losing your patience now, “yes, I know. I- I have not been ready to face you, ok? And coming here today was difficult as fuck. I still do not understand why you did what you did!” Bucky’s face shows pain, but you need to spill out what you think. “This has happened to me before, and I have push these boys away; I do not want to do the same with you.” Tears appear in your eyes when you confess this.

“Then don’t,” Bucky grabs your hand but you take it away fast.

“Don’t you understand? This is too hard for me, Buck. I can’t-”

A knock in the door interrupts you and immediately after, someone opens the door. "Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Barnes" the old woman says while you hide your face from her view so she cannot see you crying, "but Mr. Smith is here and he says that is urgent."

"He is here?!" Bucky asks in surprise as he stands up quickly. "Ok, ok, thank you, Alicia." The old lady leaves you and Bucky continues: "Y/N, please stay here. I will be back in a minute, but I have to see this client now." He does not even wait for your answer, he leaves his office rapidly.

In the silence and loneliness of the office, you wipe your tears and you stop crying, but you are still tense. You take your cellphone out from your bag to check the time, when you see that you have four missed calls from Sharon. You are confused and worried, "what happened?" you think.

You call her back and immediately after the second 'riiiiing,' she answers.

"Hi, Y/N," Sharon says with a serious voice.

"Sharon, what happened? Is everything ok?"

"Is Steve; he- he had a car accident and he is in the hospital now," your hand goes to your mouth, a clear sign of worry.

"W-what? Oh, my God!" Your hands start to sweat, "is he ok?" You stand up and start walking in the office, impatience, and not wanting to hear her answer.

"He is in observation now, I still can't go to see him."

You swallow, "ok, I- I am leaving towards there now, Sharon. If you have news about Steve, tell me, please."

"I will, don't worry. Bye, Y/N."

You hang up the call and you take your coat from behind the chair and your bag from the floor. When you are about to open the door of the office, Bucky opens it from the outside.

"Hey, is everything ok?" Bucky asks you when he sees your face of preoccupation.

"Bucky, I have to go," you do not even look at him, your eyes are on the hall.

"Wait! I get it if you do not wanna talk to me, but why didn't you tell me you were actually dating Cal?"

"W-what?!" you ironically laugh. "Bucky, I don't have time for that shit now!" God, you want to leave his office, the building so desperately that all that comes out from your mouth is: "look, I think that the best for us is not to see each other again, no more calls, no more messages. Ok?" You start crying again, "just go and find someone else out there."

You leave his office almost running without looking back.

[pulvisctumbra]

Through war and triumph ( Ronan Cuevas ) rises, at ( 223 ) years old, serving as ( Tavern owner ) residing in ( the Dark World ). They are a ( witch ) that resembles ( David Castañeda ). Upon meeting them, they are ( resourceful ) and ( loyal ). Don’t be fooled, they can be ( unreasonable ) and ( taciturn ).

Full Name: Ronan Cuevas Nickname(s): Ro, Rone, Cuevas Age: 223/looks 30 Species: witch Powers:  telekinesis, astral projection & fire manipulation Sexual Orientation: pansexual Romantic Orientation: demiromantic Occupation: tavern owner

FAMILY

Mother: Rosalia Cuevas (née Espinosa), deceased Father: Alder Cuevas, deceased  Siblings: Adalia Cuevas (younger sister) Extended Family: Orion Aguilar (cousin)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair Color: black Eye Color: brown Height: 6′ Distinguishing features: scar through his left eyebrow, 

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: resourceful, loyal, self sufficient, determined, direct, practical, persistent Negative Traits: blunt, taciturn, stubborn, distrustful, headstrong, insensitive, judgemental  Goals/Desires: he’ll claim that his only real concern is keeping a roof over his head and the liquor flowing and that is one of his main desires. He wants what his parents wanted - security and safety - but he also wants more than that. He want the rest of his family as well as any future generations to come to not have to worry about their own future. To have even more stability than he did and if he has to cause a little cause along the way to get it he will. Values: loyalty & trust above all but he appreciates some sort of stability too Fears: failing his parents by letting The Golden Lion fail or close, being unable to cause any kind of lasting change, backing the wrong side and leaving them all with nothing.  Quirks: only wears black (sometimes grey or navy is allowed to make an appearance), knows exactly how many steps from the bar it would take to get to anywhere in the tavern, cracks his neck, doesn’t drink anything with ice in it, can’t sleep before midnight. 

TESTS

Myers-Briggs: ISTJ-A , The Logistician  Enneagram:  Type 7 - the Sceptic Temperament: Melancholic  Alignment: neutral good

BIOGRAPHY

tw parental death

Even though he’d been brought up as the child of two witches, surrounded by magic and what some would call miracles, the thing Ronan would always find most miraculous was the way that his parents had carved out a place for themselves in the Dark World. How they made a life and a happy home. Their lives had been torn apart by his father’s convictions and yet they somehow managed to stitch something together from the tatters.

But for all their success it was decades before Rosalia and Alder were able to have the stability that they wanted to before bringing new life into the world. Ronan was born on a typically changeable day in the Dark World, five years after his parents had established The Golden Lion. Juggling a baby and a flourishing inn though proved trickier than expected though and so it was several more years before they had their second child, his sister Adalia. 

Scarcely a year after Adalia’s birth he gained a brother when his parents took in his cousin. The pair of them were close in age and became thick as thieves in no time at all. For the next years of his life the Cuevas fell into a steady but at times monotonous rhythm. It was still a happy upbringing despite the hours they all spent in the Lion but they worked well together, always snatching moments for jokes and laughter in between dealing with patrons. 

What had been general annoyance with his parents’ preoccupation with their business soon turned into appreciation as his father’s health began to deteriorate. He didn’t hesitate to step up to fill the ever increasing gap the his father’s increasing absences left, but he soon realised just how much his parents had been doing throughout the years. But in a surprise that seemed to only come to himself ( he blamed his parents’ endless and unerring faith in him for that ) he took to the role smoothly.

The loss of his father hit them all hard and yet by that point their teamwork was flawless enough that the business was barely shaken. Life seemingly carried on as normal as ever for the next few years, only altering when it was Rosalia’s health that began to fail.

It was only after his mother’s death that he begun to give revolution any sort of thought and even then it was only passing when he knew that the burden of the tavern still lay most firmly on him. He was responsible for his parent’s hard work and also for keeping a roof over his sister’s head. 

But the more he thought about how they had both come to be in the Dark World - how he’d ended up born there - the more incensed he felt. His mother’s father had been on the wrong side of a minor political coup and yet still found themselves banished. For Alder it had been petty theft. The more he turned the crimes over in his head the more bitter he felt towards the other kingdoms, more ready to cause some kind of change. 

His reluctance to fully commit to The Uprising vanished at the same time that his sister did. She left in the middle of the night, only leaving behind a letter to tell him she wanted more from her life. In truth he couldn’t blame her but it didn’t do anything to quell his bitterness and only made him crave change all the more.

Adalia’s absence hit him hard when he’d thought it would be the three of them against the world, able to face whatever came their way. Orion was irreplaceable to him and they did their best to keep the Lion going but two pairs of hands were barely enough to keep everything in check. Against all his desires they began to accept help from others, one of those being Finnian Ambrose. 

The past few years he’s been embracing The Uprising, albeit subtly when he knows his curmudgeony nature makes it difficult to see that he might care about anything. He continues to keep up the legacy his parents left him, The Golden Lion being his pride and joy as much as he might claim otherwise.  

RELATIONSHIPS

Status: single Exes: tbd Spouse/True Mate: tbd Current Partner: tbd Friends:  Finnian Ambrose & tbd Allies: tbd Enemies: tbd

more connections can be found here (x)

[ulyssesredux]

Eumaeus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But a slight exaggeration of an interpreter.

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

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

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

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

Money had never been at all well.

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

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

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

Casaubon. Each is equally important.

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

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

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

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

Paid off this afternoon.

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

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

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

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

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

And in any because you know what is behind it.

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

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

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

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

And the identical same with murderers.

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

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

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

The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In short, my boy. What nobody believes in.

At his age.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sailor, looking up at Lydgate who sat opposite.

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

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

He's gone too.

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

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

Stomachs like breadgraters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mrs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I suppose all country towns where the frows come from.

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

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

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

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

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

But who?

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

What may possibly occur.She says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile he framed his plan of management.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She could without difficulty, for sunshine after storm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hang your reforms!

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a Servile Crawler.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His Stephen's mind was not purely personal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A beautiful language.

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

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

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

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

—Dice lui, pero!

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

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

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

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

Simply absconded somewhere.

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

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Macron Takes a Risk in Courting Trump, but Has Little to Show for It

And the verdict on the French president’s subtle calculus toward Mr. Trump is distinctly mixed. Almost alone among Europe’s leaders, Mr. Macron has struck an apparent rapport with the mercurial American president, who has taken pride in testing, even alienating, some of the United States’ oldest and truest allies.

Mr. Macron has made a gamble, given Mr. Trump’s unpopularity, that he can court him but not be tarnished by him — or even that he can burnish his own reputation as a leader who is so psychologically astute that he can gain the ear of an American president who is in many respects his polar opposite.

A year into a sustained charm offensive, Mr. Macron has won a trip to Washington, occasioned by an invitation from Mr. Trump for a formal state visit, the first the American leader has extended during his presidency.

But other than that, he has little to show for his courtship of Mr. Trump. Mr. Macron has gotten “nothing” was the unsparing judgment of Denis Lacorne, who teaches at Sciences-Po in Paris and is among the most seasoned observers of Franco-American relations.

Mr. Macron pitched hard to bring Mr. Trump around on climate change, the antinuclear proliferation deal with Iran and trade tariffs on steel and aluminum, Mr. Lacorne noted.

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But the American president withdrew from the Paris climate accord; is on the verge of abandoning the Iran deal and potentially could force the Europeans to leave it, as well; and is moving ahead with tariffs on aluminum and steel that will hurt some European allies.

“You don’t see concrete results,” said Laurence Nardon, the director of the North America program at the French Institute of International Relations.

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But Mr. Macron, in her view, may get something intangible. “What Macron gets is that he is seen as being close to the U.S. and even to Trump, and that gives his presidency and France bigger clout,” Ms. Nardon said.

Mr. Macron has built a career out of offering respectful, flattering attention to older power figures. Mr. Trump is only the latest in a succession of such men — François Hollande, the former French president; Jacques Attali, a former presidential counselor — Mr. Macron has cleverly used and then leapfrogged over.

The French leader had the insight that Mr. Trump would be thrilled by the military might, pomp and circumstance of France’s annual Bastille Day Parade, with its show of military hardware, and invited him to share a front-row seat last July.

Mr. Trump was so taken with it, he ordered up one of his own for this year, now tentatively scheduled for Nov. 11, Veterans Day, but with details still in flux.

The French president also took Mr. Trump and his wife to dinner in a formal restaurant in the Eiffel Tower, a canny recognition of Mr. Trump’s attraction to glitz.

No one should confuse Mr. Macron’s attention to Mr. Trump’s likes and dislikes with a genuine bromance, however, and Mr. Macron’s staff bristles at the suggestion that the two are friends.

Asked at a media luncheon about purported closeness between the two leaders, Benjamin Griveaux, the government’s spokesman, responded: “I don’t think they are buddies. The goal is not to have affectionate relations, but to establish some sort of personal connection.”

Mr. Macron himself makes selective criticisms of Mr. Trump as if to send a clear signal to the French that he is not naïve. He said publicly that Mr. Trump had made a mistake to deride Haiti and African nations as “shithole countries.”

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His tone in talking about the Iran nuclear nonproliferation pact and the Paris climate accord brushes aside Mr. Trump’s positions. “There is no Plan B,” his aides say of the Iran deal, echoing Mr. Macron’s frequent comment about the climate pact, “There is no Planet B.”

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A coal-fired plant in Juliette, Ga. Mr. Macron tried hard to bring Mr. Trump around on climate change, but the American president withdrew from the Paris climate accord. Credit Branden Camp/Associated Press

The Janus-faced approach — at once warm and friendly to Mr. Trump but at the same time keeping his options open — in some ways reflects the French love-hate relationship with the United States.

France disdains America’s brashness and unilateralism but also admires its popular culture and the fluidity of a society where it is easier to rise to wealth and power than in France.

In foreign policy, France’s independent line, forged by the former president and general Charles de Gaulle, was clearest in France’s refusal to go along with the American invasion of Iraq.

More recently, however, France and the United States have found themselves on the same page when it comes to terrorism and working closely together on the problems in North Africa, as well as in the Middle East.

So as genuine allies on the defense front, Mr. Macron “has to try” to bring Mr. Trump along, Ms. Nardon said.

If he can move Mr. Trump a little on policy, so much the better, but as Mr. Macron has said himself, Mr. Trump is not easy to persuade.

“Sometimes I manage to convince him, sometimes I fail,” he told a BBC interviewer in January.

The accommodating dynamic between the two men, and perhaps the limits of the relationship, were evident during their joint appearance at the Élysée Palace in July before the Bastille Day celebration.

As they stood side by side, there was a lot of shoulder-patting back and forth. But Mr. Trump’s breezy suggestions of acquiescence to the French point of view — on climate change, for instance — turned out to be no more substantive than the off-the-cuff way in which they were delivered.

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“Something could happen with respect to the Paris accord,” Mr. Trump said. “We’ll see what happens.” Nothing ever did.

The risk, said Thomas Guénolé, a political scientist who follows geopolitics closely and teaches at the University of Paris-East at Créteil, is that Mr. Macron gives too much to Mr. Trump and gets little in return.

“Emmanuel Macron doesn’t risk being unpopular for trying to get things from Donald Trump and trying to negotiate with him,” said Mr. Guénolé.

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Mr. Macron took Mr. Trump and his wife to dinner in July at a formal restaurant in the Eiffel Tower, a canny recognition of Mr. Trump’s attraction to glitz. Credit Stephen Crowley/The New York Times

“The problem would come if, like Tony Blair, he tried to get things by developing a strong relationship with the U.S. president, but afterward got too little,” said Mr. Guénolé, referring to the former British prime minister who allied himself with President George W. Bush’s decision to remove Saddam Hussein and found himself and his country mired in a yearslong war in Iraq.

Mr. Guénolé, Ms. Nardon and other analysts say that Mr. Macron is taking advantage of the vacuum left in Europe by Prime Minister Theresa May’s preoccupation with how to get Britain out of the European Union and Chancellor Angela Merkel’s focus on maintaining an unwieldy coalition in Germany.

In a way, that fits well with the Trump White House.

“France’s cooperation with the United States has always been pragmatic,” said Alexandra de Hoop Scheffer, a senior trans-Atlantic fellow and director of the Paris office of the German Marshall Fund.

“So in a certain way, the French pragmatic way mirrors Trump’s transactional approach,” she added. “It’s why they can succeed in getting along while they have very deep policy disagreements.”

If the rhetoric is stripped away, Mr. Macron in fact has set rather modest goals, although the show of friendship with Mr. Trump can be distracting, she said.

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“It’s to keep the U.S. engaged in the international system, the multilateral system, and not give the U.S. the sense that the Europeans are trying to isolate Washington,” she said.

Mr. Macron will be in Washington for three days, with a State Dinner planned for Tuesday and a speech to a joint session of Congress on Wednesday. Still, a senior aide at the Élysée tried to lower expectations.

It would be a mistake to judge the success of the trip by what the French president could get from Mr. Trump, the aide said. Instead, the visit will allow time for the two leaders to luxuriate in the pomp and circumstance that they both enjoy and for them to talk in a more personal way with their wives present.

In a January television interview, Mr. Macron waxed about how the two men talked often and how he felt “attached” to Mr. Trump. But when the interviewer questioned how he could be friendly with the American president, Mr. Macron laid out his colder, strategic assessment.

“The United States is the premier power; it is our most important partner in multilateral endeavors; it’s our first partner in the fight against terrorism; it is important for collective security,” he said.

“We can be angry with the United States, we may disagree about the methods as we do on Iran, but at the end, we are in agreement,” he said.

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Macron Takes a Risk in Courting Trump, but Has Little to Show for It

And the verdict on the French president’s subtle calculus toward Mr. Trump is distinctly mixed. Almost alone among Europe’s leaders, Mr. Macron has struck an apparent rapport with the mercurial American president, who has taken pride in testing, even alienating, some of the United States’ oldest and truest allies.

Mr. Macron has made a gamble, given Mr. Trump’s unpopularity, that he can court him but not be tarnished by him — or even that he can burnish his own reputation as a leader who is so psychologically astute that he can gain the ear of an American president who is in many respects his polar opposite.

A year into a sustained charm offensive, Mr. Macron has won a trip to Washington, occasioned by an invitation from Mr. Trump for a formal state visit, the first the American leader has extended during his presidency.

But other than that, he has little to show for his courtship of Mr. Trump. Mr. Macron has gotten “nothing” was the unsparing judgment of Denis Lacorne, who teaches at Sciences-Po in Paris and is among the most seasoned observers of Franco-American relations.

Mr. Macron pitched hard to bring Mr. Trump around on climate change, the antinuclear proliferation deal with Iran and trade tariffs on steel and aluminum, Mr. Lacorne noted.

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But the American president withdrew from the Paris climate accord; is on the verge of abandoning the Iran deal and potentially could force the Europeans to leave it, as well; and is moving ahead with tariffs on aluminum and steel that will hurt some European allies.

“You don’t see concrete results,” said Laurence Nardon, the director of the North America program at the French Institute of International Relations.

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But Mr. Macron, in her view, may get something intangible. “What Macron gets is that he is seen as being close to the U.S. and even to Trump, and that gives his presidency and France bigger clout,” Ms. Nardon said.

Mr. Macron has built a career out of offering respectful, flattering attention to older power figures. Mr. Trump is only the latest in a succession of such men — François Hollande, the former French president; Jacques Attali, a former presidential counselor — Mr. Macron has cleverly used and then leapfrogged over.

The French leader had the insight that Mr. Trump would be thrilled by the military might, pomp and circumstance of France’s annual Bastille Day Parade, with its show of military hardware, and invited him to share a front-row seat last July.

Mr. Trump was so taken with it, he ordered up one of his own for this year, now tentatively scheduled for Nov. 11, Veterans Day, but with details still in flux.

The French president also took Mr. Trump and his wife to dinner in a formal restaurant in the Eiffel Tower, a canny recognition of Mr. Trump’s attraction to glitz.

No one should confuse Mr. Macron’s attention to Mr. Trump’s likes and dislikes with a genuine bromance, however, and Mr. Macron’s staff bristles at the suggestion that the two are friends.

Asked at a media luncheon about purported closeness between the two leaders, Benjamin Griveaux, the government’s spokesman, responded: “I don’t think they are buddies. The goal is not to have affectionate relations, but to establish some sort of personal connection.”

Mr. Macron himself makes selective criticisms of Mr. Trump as if to send a clear signal to the French that he is not naïve. He said publicly that Mr. Trump had made a mistake to deride Haiti and African nations as “shithole countries.”

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His tone in talking about the Iran nuclear nonproliferation pact and the Paris climate accord brushes aside Mr. Trump’s positions. “There is no Plan B,” his aides say of the Iran deal, echoing Mr. Macron’s frequent comment about the climate pact, “There is no Planet B.”

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A coal-fired plant in Juliette, Ga. Mr. Macron tried hard to bring Mr. Trump around on climate change, but the American president withdrew from the Paris climate accord. Credit Branden Camp/Associated Press

The Janus-faced approach — at once warm and friendly to Mr. Trump but at the same time keeping his options open — in some ways reflects the French love-hate relationship with the United States.

France disdains America’s brashness and unilateralism but also admires its popular culture and the fluidity of a society where it is easier to rise to wealth and power than in France.

In foreign policy, France’s independent line, forged by the former president and general Charles de Gaulle, was clearest in France’s refusal to go along with the American invasion of Iraq.

More recently, however, France and the United States have found themselves on the same page when it comes to terrorism and working closely together on the problems in North Africa, as well as in the Middle East.

So as genuine allies on the defense front, Mr. Macron “has to try” to bring Mr. Trump along, Ms. Nardon said.

If he can move Mr. Trump a little on policy, so much the better, but as Mr. Macron has said himself, Mr. Trump is not easy to persuade.

“Sometimes I manage to convince him, sometimes I fail,” he told a BBC interviewer in January.

The accommodating dynamic between the two men, and perhaps the limits of the relationship, were evident during their joint appearance at the Élysée Palace in July before the Bastille Day celebration.

As they stood side by side, there was a lot of shoulder-patting back and forth. But Mr. Trump’s breezy suggestions of acquiescence to the French point of view — on climate change, for instance — turned out to be no more substantive than the off-the-cuff way in which they were delivered.

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“Something could happen with respect to the Paris accord,” Mr. Trump said. “We’ll see what happens.” Nothing ever did.

The risk, said Thomas Guénolé, a political scientist who follows geopolitics closely and teaches at the University of Paris-East at Créteil, is that Mr. Macron gives too much to Mr. Trump and gets little in return.

“Emmanuel Macron doesn’t risk being unpopular for trying to get things from Donald Trump and trying to negotiate with him,” said Mr. Guénolé.

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Mr. Macron took Mr. Trump and his wife to dinner in July at a formal restaurant in the Eiffel Tower, a canny recognition of Mr. Trump’s attraction to glitz. Credit Stephen Crowley/The New York Times

“The problem would come if, like Tony Blair, he tried to get things by developing a strong relationship with the U.S. president, but afterward got too little,” said Mr. Guénolé, referring to the former British prime minister who allied himself with President George W. Bush’s decision to remove Saddam Hussein and found himself and his country mired in a yearslong war in Iraq.

Mr. Guénolé, Ms. Nardon and other analysts say that Mr. Macron is taking advantage of the vacuum left in Europe by Prime Minister Theresa May’s preoccupation with how to get Britain out of the European Union and Chancellor Angela Merkel’s focus on maintaining an unwieldy coalition in Germany.

In a way, that fits well with the Trump White House.

“France’s cooperation with the United States has always been pragmatic,” said Alexandra de Hoop Scheffer, a senior trans-Atlantic fellow and director of the Paris office of the German Marshall Fund.

“So in a certain way, the French pragmatic way mirrors Trump’s transactional approach,” she added. “It’s why they can succeed in getting along while they have very deep policy disagreements.”

If the rhetoric is stripped away, Mr. Macron in fact has set rather modest goals, although the show of friendship with Mr. Trump can be distracting, she said.

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“It’s to keep the U.S. engaged in the international system, the multilateral system, and not give the U.S. the sense that the Europeans are trying to isolate Washington,” she said.

Mr. Macron will be in Washington for three days, with a State Dinner planned for Tuesday and a speech to a joint session of Congress on Wednesday. Still, a senior aide at the Élysée tried to lower expectations.

It would be a mistake to judge the success of the trip by what the French president could get from Mr. Trump, the aide said. Instead, the visit will allow time for the two leaders to luxuriate in the pomp and circumstance that they both enjoy and for them to talk in a more personal way with their wives present.

In a January television interview, Mr. Macron waxed about how the two men talked often and how he felt “attached” to Mr. Trump. But when the interviewer questioned how he could be friendly with the American president, Mr. Macron laid out his colder, strategic assessment.

“The United States is the premier power; it is our most important partner in multilateral endeavors; it’s our first partner in the fight against terrorism; it is important for collective security,” he said.

“We can be angry with the United States, we may disagree about the methods as we do on Iran, but at the end, we are in agreement,” he said.

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The Perils of the New, Shiny George W. Bush

The cuddly George W. Bush who paints pictures of dogs and Jay Leno is a war criminal. He doesn’t deserve an inch of rehabilitation.

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George W. Bush has to be high in the running for the worst president in the history of the republic, and he probably would’ve reigned unchallenged for at least a few decades had Hillary Clinton’s inept campaign not led to her defeat. As it is, the less than two months of Donald Trump’s volatile presidency suggests his full four years will at least be neck and neck with Bush’s eight.

Still, Bush’s presidency was historically disastrous, which makes it understandable that since Trump’s ascent, Bush appears to be waging an understated media campaign to rehabilitate his image — one which the media has happily assisted him with.

Trump’s insanity has led many liberals and other former Bush opponents to start “reconsidering” Bush’s presidency. Slate imploredBush to “speak to his party” about its latest descent into Islamophobia. “Compared to Donald Trump, George W. Bush looks like a paragon of statesmanship,” Francis Fukuyama wrote in 2015. Photos of everyone from Hillary Clinton to Michelle Obama embracing Bush have gone viral, while the former president recently yukked it up with Ellen Degeneres on her talk show.

More recently, Bush earned accolades for saying he didn’t like “the racism” and “name-calling” of the Trump era, and that the media was “indispensable to democracy” — fairly innocuous comments that are apparently grounds for heroism when stated by Bush.

Much of Bush’s rehabilitation is, as the Washington Post recently documented, both a result of the fact that next to Trump, just about anyone compares favorably, and because of a nice speech Bush delivered in 2001 as he prepared to murder and torture thousands of Muslims, telling Americans that “Islam is peace,” speaking out against recent hate crimes, and assuring American Muslims he wouldn’t resurrect Roosevelt-style mass internment. (It is apparently  an admirable and statesmanlike thing to pledge not to round up innocent people in camps without due process based on their religion).

Bush and his supporters have often said that history would vindicate his presidency. It hasn’t and it won’t, even if Trump takes us to new lows.

Style Over Substance

Let’s get the basics out of the way: The cuddly George W. Bush who struggles to put on a rain poncho and paints pictures of dogs and Jay Leno is a war criminal.

In 2011, he had to abruptly cancel a visit to Switzerland after the risk of a criminal complaint against him for torture became a very real possibility. The same year, a seven-member war crimes tribunal in Kuala Lumpur found Bush and former British prime minister Tony Blair guilty of “crimes against peace” in absentia. Richard Clarke, a former top counterterrorism official under Bush, is on the recordsaying he thinks he and his administration committed war crimes.

Contrary to Bill Maher’s recent assertion that Bush was an “honorable man” who liberals “cried wolf” over, the well-known broad strokes of Bush’s presidency are enough to show that Bush was easily one of the most vicious presidents to ever take office. Bush and his underlings sold a campaign of outright lies to the public in order to embroil the United States in a totally unnecessary war that killed between 150,000 and 1 million Iraqis and destabilized an entire region.

He instituted a worldwide torture regime that continues to be stain on the United States’s global image, and which ensnared numerous innocent people. He instituted a vast, secret, and illegal surveillance apparatus, most of which survives to this day. He (just barely) spearheaded a government response to one of the twenty-first century’s worst natural disasters — visited on a majority black city — that was slow, often incompetent, and clearly racist.

Bush’s actions killed and maimed far more Muslims than his nice words ever saved. But this has always been the rub: liberals’ preoccupation with symbolic gestures and saying the right thing also led them to largely give Obama an eight-year pass for carrying out policies that were as bad as — and in some cases, worse than — Bush’s.

It’s also worth noting that the things liberals and radicals hate about Trump, such as his promises of torture and war, weren’t policies he invented. Trump didn’t institute torture or establish Guantanamo Bay — his loveable, goofy predecessor did.

These few things alone should be enough to disqualify someone from being suddenly revered as some kind of elder statesman. Yet Bush’s record was even worse than this.

It’s great that Bush promised not to sweep up hundreds of innocent people in a dragnet in a highly publicized speech. But in reality, this is exactly what he did, rounding up and detaining at least 1,200 people, some for as long as eight months. Many of them were Muslims and most were from Middle Eastern, South Asian, and North African countries; some of them citizens, some of them visa holders. A tiny fraction of them were actual security threats with tangible links to terrorists.

As Human Rights Watch detailed, the administration denied many detainees basic rights like the right to an attorney on the basis that they were non-citizens. In one case, a North Carolina Muslim convert, who was a member of the National Guard, had married a Yemeni man who was visiting the United States. He was detained by the military, while she was accused by soldiers of being a spy and pressured to take an honorable discharge; in another, a US citizen from Palestine was sent home with a leg monitor that served as a constant source of humiliation.

The Bush administration also introduced a secret program, the Controlled Application Review and Resolution Program (CAARP), blacklisting people from certain Muslim-majority countries from becoming citizens, residents, or otherwise immigrating to the United States. The administration also spied on prominent Muslim Americans, including Bush supporters and a former member of his administration, one of whom was actually at Bush’s side as he delivered his now-vaunted “Islam is peace” speech. It instituted the notorious no-fly list which in theory keeps security threats off planes, but in practice keeps small children, a senator, Cat Stevens, and other Muslims with similar names to terrorists off planes.

Anyone alarmed by Stephen Miller’s televised declaration that the president’s powers “will not be questioned” should be reminded that this mindset was the core belief system at the heart of, and pioneered by, Bush’s presidency.

This philosophy, espoused by officials like John Yoo, David Addington, and Dick Cheney, was that of a powerful presidency unencumbered by Congress, international treaties, and other checks on executive power. It was something Cheney had pushed ever since, in his view, Watergate had neutered the presidency, instructing Reagan’s incoming chief of staff in a 1980 memo to “restore power & auth to Exec Branch” and “get rid of War Powers Act.”

Whether or not Bush personally subscribed to this ideology was unimportant; either way, Bush aggressively claimed new, extreme powers as president, including the right of preemptive war and the power to indefinitely detain anyone without due process — a colossal abuse of power both at the time and in the context of two centuries of US history.

A True Friend of the Press

Bush’s anger at the “name-calling” of today’s politics and his defense of the importance of a free press should theoretically come as a shock to anyone who lived through his presidency. Bush was hardly a paragon in this respect.

There was the time Bush was actually caught “name-calling” a reporter for doing the job he now considers essential, calling the New York Times’s Adam Clymer a “major league asshole” without realizing it was being picked up by a microphone. Clymer had had the temerity to write articles that suggested Cheney’s charitable donations were less than the average for people with his net worth, and that Bush ads claiming he had a prescription drug plan had “zero” accuracy. Bush refused to apologize for the insult, offering only “regret that it made it to the airways.”

When Bush found out someone had used the domain www.gwbush.com (you can see it here in its heyday) to make a website critical of Bush, complete with a fake image of Bush snorting cocaine, Bush’s reaction was: “There ought to be limits to freedom.”

Bush’s administration also had a habit of bombing journalists, particularly Al Jazeera.

Bush officials tried to delegitimize Al Jazeera’s reporting on the US siege of Falluja in similar terms to Trump, with a military spokesperson terming their reporting “propaganda,” “lies,” and “not legitimate news sources.” Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld called their reporting “vicious, inaccurate and inexcusable.”

Under Bush, the United States bombed Al Jazeera not once, but twice: first in Kabul in 2001, when its office was destroyed for reasons the Pentagon couldn’t explain, even after the news agency had given authorities the location of its office; and again in 2003, this time in Baghdad, after the location had again been disclosed to authorities. In the latter, one journalist was killed.

The same day, an American tank killed two Reuters cameramen after it shelled the Palestine Hotel, where more than one hundred journalists were staying, and US forces attacked an Abu Dhabi TV office. According to the International Federation of Journalists, by 2005, sixteen journalists and other media staff had been killed by US forces in Iraq.

The UK’s Daily Mirror later reported, based on a five-page “Top Secret” memo leaked to the agency, that Bush had told Tony Blair in 2004 of his intention to bomb Al Jazeera at its headquarters in Qatar and elsewhere. The memo never saw the light of day, as the Blair government threatened to prosecute any outlet that wrote anything more about it. Prior to this, the Bush administration had detained and tortured a completely innocent Al Jazeera journalist in Afghanistan, keeping him locked up for a total of seven years, six of those in Guantanamo.

Bush loved the adversarial press so much, he continually tried to undermine it by planting pro-administration propaganda in media outlets.

At least four different reporters were paid by the administration to promote various Bush initiatives. Armstrong Williams was paid $240,000 to promote Bush’s No Child Left Behind education reform plan and to try to get other black journalists to do the same; columnist Maggie Gallagher was being paid $21,500 by Health and Human Services to promote a Bush initiative encouraging marriage, which she did in outlets like National Review; conservative commentator Michael McManus received $10,000 to do the same; and a freelance writer got at least $7,500 from the Agriculture Department to get articles published in outdoors magazines that put a glowing spin on federal conservation programs.

These efforts were particularly pronounced when it came to the Iraq War. The Bush administration planted hundreds of pre-packaged video news releases in local news broadcasts that mimicked the style and appearance of actual news stories, promoting the Iraq War (as well as a host of other administration programs). It also paid a contractor to pay Iraqi journalists for favorable stories and to insert articles by American soldiers in Iraqi magazines.

A Familiar Pattern

Besides this, what makes the sudden push to rehabilitate Bush particularly puzzling is that in many ways Bush’s approach to government was identical to Trump’s, both in its penchant for scandals and its pro-corporate approach.

His anti-environmental policies were no different from Trump’s, with Bush gutting regulations, pulling the United States out of a landmark international climate deal, and staffing various environmental posts with individuals who had worked in industries opposed to their missions. The administration appointed ninety-two lobbyists to its transition advisory teams in 2000 and 2001.

Bush’s administration was so mired in endless scandals, there was at one point talk of “scandal fatigue.” These ran the gamut from a secret energy task force chaired by Dick Cheney that relied on recommendations from the fossil fuel industry, to Karl Rove helping a GOP strategist secure a job at Enron, and a Bush aide’s involvement in the Jack Abramoff corruption scandal. There was also the administration’s ties to Halliburton, which couldn’t account for $1.8 billion it had billed the government for contract work in Iraq and Kuwait.

Bush may be dismayed at racism today, but this didn’t stop him from kicking off his 2000 South Carolina campaign at Bob Jones University, which banned interracial dating and called Catholicism a “Satanic counterfeit.” Nor did it stop his campaign from launching a whisper campaign there accusing John McCain of fathering an black child with a woman who was not his wife (his daughter had been adopted from an orphanage in Bangladesh).

As president, Bush would choose Martin Luther King’s birthday as the date to announce his opposition to affirmative action. Even if you care only about symbolic actions, you’d be hard-pressed to find a more pointed symbol than that.

If all of that is not enough, consider this: while governor of Texas, Bush set a record for sending people to die — 119 in five years — after promoting and signing a law limiting prisoners’ rights to appeal. Some of these people included Betty Lou Beets, who killed her husband after a lifetime of abuse, and a convicted rapist who had a mental age of six, had suffered similar childhood abuse (including being forced to drink his own urine out of the toilet), and didn’t even seem aware he was being put to death. Compassionate conservatism indeed.

Bush may not have gone around openly bashing immigrants or shouting his Islamophobia from the hilltops. But if that’s the standard we’re now going to use for decent statesmanship, we’re in trouble. Bush was an arrogant, dangerous president whose recent mild comments criticizing the guy who turned his brother into a national joke in no way outweigh the discriminatory, destructive policies he put in place over eight years, nor the lasting damage he did to the world by launching an illegal war which bathed the Middle East in blood and whose disastrous consequences we will be living with for decades. If the media can’t remember that, one shudders at the thought of how they’ll treat Trump when someone even more reactionary than him ascends to the presidency.