#he values good architecture and secret passages

[abanbas]

Sire will give it to Solas that the Lighthouse is genuinely breath taking to him, especially his den. I think Sire actually spends a lot of time in those little hidden places. He especially likes the fish in his "room". It reminds him of home and makes him feel a bit less anxious.

I also think he does get a real bed and pushed that couch off the edge of the lighthouse (only for it to reappear)

[cienie-isengardu]

Lin Kuei: Art

RELIGION <> ORIGINS / ARCHITECTURE <> FOOD <> FOR THE LIN KUEI <> ART <> CRYOMANCERS <> LIN KUEI SOCIETY <> MONEY & MATERIAL GOODS

The continuation of the morgianesffs-blog’s list of questions about Lin Kuei. For the formalities, the original questions:

What do you think the Lin Kuei's view on artistic culture (probably not the right word) is? I know they are heavily militaristic,  but in the game,  Kuai Liang offers Hanzo tea and he properly prepares it the Japanese way, that says they have something of an education other than just related to fighting?

In contrast to religion as a belief in gods that Lin Kuei seems to constantly reject for ages, I think broadly understood art plays a more vital role in their culture. 

Sadly, there is little direct source material in that regard - named Lin Kuei warriors rarely let themselves “waste time” to straightway talk about beauty of handmade artifacts or poems or music or other stuff fitting the definition of art. But as history proves time after time, art is an inseparable part of human existence and militaristic societies aren’t different in that regard from the peaceful ones. As far as games and some old material sources  are concerned, Lin Kuei isn’t exception. Their aesthetics, symbolism and emotional value hidden between may not be eligible to outsiders but the amount of beautiful yet with no practical role decorations seen outside and inside Temple or well-crafted weapons and armors strongly suggest that Lin Kuei respected craft.

Frankly, martial arts and art (music, calligraphy, armorsmith, weaponsmith) have this in common: to achieve a satisfactory level of mastery, talent alone is not enough. Both require discipline, years of training and striving for perfection. What fits well into Lin Kue philosophy. 

Mortal Kombat novel (1995) stated:

[Lin Kuei] would kidnap children when they were five or six and raise them in secret caves or woods to become superb athletes, great scholars, and unparalleled fighters, able to use all weapons and to improvise arms from common objects such as paper rolled to a knife-point or sand packed into a sock. They would train the children, boys and girls both, to be masters of many trades: carpenters, fishermen, priests, and even beggars, so they could blend in and make themselves useful in different towns as they traveled on missions for their lords.

This passage strongly implies comprehensive education, also in professions requiring creative/manual abilities (carpenters) or specific knowledge that may include familiarity of (religious?) art and philosophy. There is no way to tell how the education of adepts looks in modern time, but considering how well versed the warriors are in technology (C.I. project) chemistry (Cyrax’s bombs), anatomy (all brutalities & fatalities) or language (in Alternative Timeline English is not the native language of any(?) named Lin Kuei) we can assume it still covers a wide range of specializations. Making (practicing) art is related to creativity and manual skills, so it could be part of said education. 

Another important role that art most likely plays is building and maintaining the common identity of Lin Kuei warriors. Because of that the interior of the Temple is decorated with a clan sign,

which also appears on their armor and weapons and even tattooed on their body (at least in MK Conquest TV series)

and, like was shown in Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of Realms, the main(?) hall is decorated with statues of warriors. One looks like Sub-Zero,

although I doubt that it is a sculpture created in honor of the fallen Bi-Han. Unless it was created so quickly, I think it could be images of the clan's founders, or images of historically important warriors, or even an anthropomorphic representation of the elements (like ice) on which the clan's power was built.

Even if the warriors themselves were not involved in crafts, the Lin Kuei had skilled craftsmen equipping them with the necessary items.

There is also an aspect of sheer aesthetics that brings psychological comfort. Something that was definitely useful to warriors who lived under a lot of pressure. The beauty of rich ornaments and spacious architecture create a safe space to meditate or relax after difficult missions or close-to-death experiences. Likewise, art could be a safe (or at least safer) way to express themselves or deal with emotional trauma, in otherwise very strict society that can not stand weakness.

Interestingly, in additional sources like game cosmetics or win poses, Kuai Liang shows creative tendencies. For examples, his ice clones have various shapes even though there is no practical use of them in win pose:

Then we have the variety of his arsenal. As a cryomancer, Kuai Liang depends mainly on his ice power to create weapons. He can use anything at hand, freeze it solid and smash, slash or stab the opponent. To kill or injure an enemy, Sub-Zero does not need a sophisticated tool yet many of his MK11!axes have additional ornaments or more defined shape than it is really necessary:

All of the mentioned examples and the not discussed detailed ornaments on Sub Zero’s armors or even his style of speech (that may be influenced by some literature considering Jacqui’s accusation of “borrowing that line”) strongly suggests to me that Lin Kuei in general appreciates broadly understood art, especially the handicraft such as armorsmith or weaponsmith. This may also be one of factors why some warriors like Kuai Liang look down on technology and especially guns, a weapon mass produced and with no finesse.

As for the tea ceremony, by no means I’m familiar enough with Asian culture to say it for sure, but it didn’t look like Japanese brewing style to me. That and I highly doubt Kuai Liang would dare to do so in front of hot-headed, distrusting Hanzo who could easily read that gesture as Lin Kuei once again mocking him and his clan. Knowing how Sub-Zero wanted to make peace, I don’t think he would have taken such a careless step. Beside that observation, it is another example how well-versed and educated Kuai Liang is, even in matters that don’t have any military use.

In summary, I personally believe that art plays a vital role in Lin Kuei society. It helps in creating and unifying their warrior identity and pride in long-lived clan traditions, brings emotional comfort when needed and gives a way to express themselves (the fighter’s individuality) in safer, subtler ways. Even if warriors don’t craft weapons or armors themselves, there are specialized groups of people who provide them with the best quality craftsmanship. Because of course Lin Kuei demands and respect the perfection.

[viridianllamasinthesilentspace]

Sorting the Alliance Trilogy

Andrea is a Hufflepuff Primary who’s adopted her family’s Gryffindor sensibilities. She puts people above ideals, and has to dehumanize the people outside her own group in order to sleep at night. She uses a lot of the Ceren’s often Gryffindor rhetoric, but it’s her Hufflepuff that drives it.

She’s got a Gryffindor Secondary on top of that: direct, forward, truthful to a fault, best at doing things when she can charge at them. It’s both an asset and a failing in these books full of liars (people who lie to themselves, people who lie to others, and of course people who do both).

Andrea and Sasha actually House share—it’s one of the several ways they act as mirrors for one another throughout the trilogy. They’re both Hufflepuff/Gryffindors, and they both bury their decision-making in the values and needs of their immediate community. They’re both young and not well-experienced with worldviews that differ from their own. They go on parallel journeys through the narrative to figure out how to divorce their morality from their groups’, and how to take individual responsibility for their individual actions.

Gregory, who falls in love with everyone he meets, is also a Hufflepuff Primary— though he begins the books choosing stubbornly to ignore the existence of a world outside Willow Tree. He’s not quite “burned” at this point, but he’s just decided not to look outside his own little world. If he looks, he will care.

Gregory’s Puff differs from Sasha and Andrea’s in that he doesn’t have a cohesive pre-built group to ally with, the way Andrea has with the rebels and Sasha has with the Guard (in terms of culture) and her family (in terms of values). It’s one of the reasons his hesitancy to act at the beginning of the series was probably rather wise—when Gregory invests, he invests hard—no reservations, no holding back. Every person he meets is a person and each and every one of them deserve some part of his support. The moment Gregory decided to end his isolationist ways he was, frankly, doomed.

Gregory doesn’t share Sasha and Andrea’s Gryffindor Secondary, but has a sturdy little Ravenclaw Secondary. He learns, he analyzes, and he discovers—whether it’s the architecture of secret passages or how to survive a collision of plots and plotters.

Will, Gregory’s adopted big brother, is a Slytherin Primary. Will’s Petrified (or pretends to himself that he is) for everyone but Gregory. Sasha eventually worms her way in there, but never to the degree that Gregory has.

Will’s got a Slytherin Secondary. He’s good at reacting to things; to getting out of trouble that should really have consequences. Will’s not nearly as smart or capable as he thinks he is, but that misreading falls less on his Slytherin Secondary skills and more on his Ravenclaw Secondary model. It’s his Ravenclaw-style plans, long-term schemes, and his goal-oriented attempts at success where he falls down. He’s a bad plotter, but good at surviving. He doesn’t know quite how his Slytherin Secondary works, he just knows things keep working out okay.

The other Slytherin/Slytherin in the cast is Elijah, Sasha’s guard—Elijah’s Slytherin Primary, which circles around (almost solely) Sasha, his brother Nathaniel, and Captain Harston, is fairly obvious. His Slytherin Secondary is a little more subtle—it’s hiding underneath a very robust Ravenclaw/Ravenclaw model. Eli imprinted on Harston at an early age and has swallowed whole his captain’s Ravenclaw moralities and tactics. When Eli can, he cares about rules, regulations, and being a proper guard; when he can, he uses deliberate logic and patience to achieve his goals. But when you cut down to the core, Eli’s first priorities are his brother, his captain, and his princess; and the first weapon to his hand is a reactive, assessing mind.

Nathaniel, Eli’s big brother, is a Slytherin Primary, too. His priorities look a lot like Eli’s—but add Pieter to the list, and then Gabrielle sneaks into his inner circle around book two. He’s got a Gryffindor Secondary that shoves through barriers and inspires trust in disparate (or even conflicting) groups.

Little Gabrielle is…also a Slytherin Primary. (Have I mentioned that when I was smaller and writing this trilogy, I didn’t know there were people who weren't Loyalist Primaries?) Gabrielle is a Slytherin Primary who has decided that the entirety of the kingdom is inside her inner circle of loyalty and responsibility. She’s a little heavy on the ambition, this one. Especially for a twelve-and-a-half year old.

Gabrielle’s got a Ravenclaw Secondary, but likes to pretend she has a Slytherin Secondary. Like Will, she thinks she’s cleverer than she is—but it’s her model of Slytherin’s in-the-moment cunning that sometimes escapes her. Her Ravenclaw plans and strategies tend to work—though sometimes too well. This may be a theme.

Sebastian is a warm and open Slytherin Primary, though few people actually get into his inner circle. He considers everyone he meets to be a friend and helps them when it’s easy; and the boy has a lot of emotional spoons so kindness is rarely a toll on him. He tends to do this through his Hufflepuff Secondary, which is kind and personable.

Gabrielle starts out as one more person Seb is handing out kindnesses to for fun, but her vast sense of responsibility and single-minded attention to it bowls him over in a way nothing ever has before. He ties himself to her tailcoats. She clutches at her Ravenclaw and Slytherin skillsets and eyes his Hufflepuff dubiously for some time before she learns its usefulnesses. He is a careless kindness who she gives direction to, where she is full of rigid, untrusting, arrogant responsibility that he helps her to unravel.

Other characters…Doulings is a Petrified Slytherin, with one spoilery exception to his petrification. He’s got a Slytherin Secondary, but he hangs out in his blunt Neutral State pretty often.

Lia is a Ravenclaw Primary/Hufflepuff Secondary—she ties herself to the systems given her, but is open to changing her mind. Lia works with kindness, with steadiness, and through the people who love her. Her duchess, Marie, is a full Slytherin. Dereck is a full Hufflepuff; so is the king.

Gideon the Second Squad leader is a Hufflepuff Primary/Ravenclaw Secondary; he cares about rules and regulations, but he’ll break them for people in need and does so repeatedly.

There might be some Idealists (aka Gryffindor Primary or Ravenclaw Primary) hidden among Andrea’s adopted family (wouldn’t it be nice if Lia wasn’t the sole Idealist in this trilogy?), but I’d have to go reread to check. I’d put some money on Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff Koen, Gryffindor/Hufflepuff (or maybe Huffledor?) Nik, and Slytherin/Slytherin Quant. Hufflepuff Primary Charlie. Pieter’s a hard call—he’s either a Ravenclaw Primary or a Slytherin Primary who has claimed the whole city like Gabrielle has claimed the whole country. He’s got a Slytherin Secondary backed up by a solid, dependable Ravenclaw Secondary model.

[omnislaught]

@magitekelite asked :

pls talk about kefka's upbringing in vector and when you approximate that he might have started to have grander designs beyond the empire's conquests . it's for ( MAGITEK ) science !

(  do not reblog .    none�� of  my  headcanons  are  for  fandom  purposes ,  but  for  my  writing  /  worldbuilding  reference .  )

the  fanon  theories  that  kefka’s  origin  involve  being  an  orphan  is  common .  it makes sense , too . but that  isn’t the direction  that i personally wanted to take in regards to kefka & who he is . not like mine is any more or less canonical than others’  ( i’m still in the speculation zone , after all ) , but that was common take that had been done before by other writers , other interpretations .  i wanted to try something different .

kefka’s family was involved in the gestahlian empire for many years .  he was born in a noble house with high imperial presence .  raised in a house that valued military practice & imperial ideals had left little time for kefka to be a child .  the only child .

palazzo . palace . 

kefka’s parents were heavily involved in the empire , be that its literal design ( in the case of his father , as imperial architect )   or its inner workings  ( like his mother , who served as a general before the magitek knight studies began ) .  alighiero ,  kefka’s  father ,  had spent many hours away from the palazzo home , due to his work in the empire . alighiero had been the main designer ( with a heaping of gestahl’s own input , to bring his dreams of an opulent , steam-powered , clockwork palace to life ; the imperial palace of vector had gone through a few changes in appearances over the years   ) , and had his own team of assistants who helped in a number of tasks . however , as the work of alighiero was admired throughout the country , he was oftentimes called to other cities to provide work & oversight to architectural projects . alighiero was rarely home , leaving his son kefka under the watchful eyes of servants , nannies & tutors of the empire . as with most of the higher-ups of the empire , housing is provided at the palace , if need be , for their talents to remain at hand . alighiero would stay at the palace , rather than returning home . the same is usually the same for kefka’s mother , denisa , whose place within the empire was beside emperor gestahl as an entrusted & practiced general .

alighiero had left kefka a number of books & some of his tools , set aside in case he had wanted to follow in his footsteps & choose the same career . studying only a few aspects of architecture , kefka never truly picked up the profession . but his skills as a draftsman are quite good . he enjoyed drawing & drafting as a child . a point of interest here is that he possesses a drafted version of the layouts of the vector palace & any other subsequent buildings of significance . they were somewhat of a keepsake , but now , kefka has since lost interest in their sentimental value .  he has no qualms  about destroying his father’s works .

denisa , born of jidoor , was oftentimes absent from her son’s life , as well . leader of raids , attacks , trainer of troops , valued for her military strategy . denisa was a focused , level-headed woman . the choice to have a child was agreed upon by both of them after some time of marriage . denisa & alighiero had a stable relation , but spent many days & nights  apart  from one another . while not estranged by any means , there were times when their relation felt a bit of a strain due to this fact . however , denisa was actively vocal about being a part of kefka’s life . though she had a stoic personality on the field of battle , she cared for her son deeply & wished to see him succeed . denisa wishes she could have spent more time with him as a child . she had fuelled his pursuit of military action & encouraged kefka to practice swordsmanship . she was the one who had taught him how to wield a dagger properly ,  how to kill the enemy discreetly .

kefka had spent most of his childhood  alone  & without his parent’s guidance firsthand . many times , he felt lonely . he’d wished he could’ve gone to a regular school as opposed to receiving an education at home , but it was supposed that he was jealous of the other children . despite that fact , he did view himself as higher up than most , regarding his situation . a lot of a more haughty attitude was instilled in kefka’s mind ,  becoming more & more spoiled of a figure in his childhood development . even as a young boy , he had begun to fancy his clothes of nobility & the delicious foods . during the yule season , when his parents were allocated breaks & rest , he was taken to the jidoor opera house as a gift .

at his mother’s request , when he was finished with satisfactory marks in his education ( mathematics , imperial history , literature & writing , mythology of the world , sciences , music & the arts ) ,  he was sent to military academy in his early teenaged years . it is here that he met leo christophe , already a few years kefka’s senior & advanced in his training ( the canonical guidebooks state otherwise , that leo is actually younger than kefka ... but i say Fuck That ! my empire now  ) .

the idea of kefka wanting to ascend to greater heights comes later on in his life , after he’s been engulfed in the empire for so many years . his relationship with gestahl deteriorates from numerous ways ; instead of looking to the man in fear as a child , he has come to hate the emperor , possibly more than anyone else .  resentment .  anger .  how gestahl had twisted the world around him & others to make it how he sees fit .  in a sense , kefka had wanted a part of that power .  he is greedy , power - hungry . after a life of living quietly aside the grandeur of others , kefka had become envious . of celes & how she was a successful experiment .  of how the people , purely out of fear , listened to gestahl .  whatever taste of fear that gestahl had instilled into the public , kefka had always wanted that sort of power .  he never wanted to be loved as such .

had wanted .  because there came a time when kefka desired  nothing  at all .  when kefka had realized that everything & everyone was worthless ;  that the world would be a better place emptied . some time after his magitek experimentation , all of these feelings came to surface . kefka suffered a number of breakdowns ,  which lead to hospitalizations under the care of the imperial doctors . lacking ( perhaps , refusing ) proper care & guidance , kefka chose to enact on his own feelings . slowly cultivated . growing more & more  bored / disgusted  in the imperial war rooms , listening to the other generals & gestahl’s ideas .

he wanted something ... different now . but he would keep it to himself .

edit :  thank you , kaycee , for bringing up the aspect of kefka’s family being intimately tied to the construction of the the imperial palace .  kefka , who knows everything about the palace , including secret rooms & passages that no others would figure out . seems i missed that little detail while writing this up ! 

[thuydung1299]

Good architecture?

What is good architecture? Why that question? Apparently, there is a lot of work from architects that makes you think whether the answer is even guilty. In this case, you can find comfort in the poet Herman de Coninck: Poor poetry is often very instructive to find out why good poetry is so scarce.

I think that architecture is the search for architecture. It is, therefore, a good search. Searching is what precedes a project. Search is the way to what is sublimated and glorified in the project? must be (as Wittgenstein said in his Vermischte Bemerkungen ). To meet emotional and intellectual expectations, needs? and this is not without effort and patient interest. Searching for the theme, the character, the willingness of the assignment, the necessity, which is not the same as the necessary requirements. Necessity is the ground of existence of architecture, the usefulness is over, the inner necessity of the task is: it is inevitable and inescapable.

The essence of architecture is the secret of the refinement of its necessity, the pure, evident necessity. Inspiration lies in the glorification of that necessity. Searching for an emotional identification with the subject, for a form of 'closeness', for an intimacy. As a result, architecture is also autobiographical.

Architecture depends on the occasion. The quality of a project starts with the quality of the client. In the first instance, it is he or she who orients the assignment, not by taking the place of the architect, but in adding his / her own culture and ideas to the assignment, as a cultural intention for the assignment. Architecture is too important to leave only to architects. The architect must make the client aware of the importance of this. This is not the so-called functional program, but rather the trader's will to leave traces for the future. A building is the expression of a mental image and the mediation during a passage to which it gives lustre. Architecture is not functional, but elementary.

A building is a possibility, is useful, preferably silent, silent, has the willingness to, makes place free, mediates. Buildings as intelligent ruins. Suitable for use: fit for purpose, as Charles Voysey put it. Good buildings conceal daily use, they are resistant and stubborn, stubbornly distributive and (with Kant) effective without purpose ?? This is the quality of their sustainability, of their cultural sustainability, which yields dignity. Efficiency demands the right size, an extreme precision that allows everything that can not be predicted. Aldo Rossi constantly pointed to this: a sense of size, discretion and willingness, committed but not involved.

The architecture does not pass in time, time passes in architecture. Good buildings are simple. They are generous. The result of designing and building should not be simple but simple. We do not solve any form problems but construction problems and are thereby excluded from the arbitrariness of design. This avoids that architecture is designed ?? is and remains spared of artificial homogeneity.

It is amazing which ?? discoveries ?? you do while you reduce, because you reduce, often even earlier, by not adding than by omitting. That is the difference with minimalism. Get rid of the show but not aloof. Simplicity works as a certain inertia, as a means of disappointment, against violence and noise. Simplicity emerges from the realization that a limitation is a form of defence, and perhaps also a condition for sustainability. Granpré Molière said it strikingly: Simplicity what simplicity passes by. A project has to be anchored in the site, as a natural part of completing the destination of the site. Actually, the existing (the old) always complete the new one. They are simultaneous.

Architecture is a city challenge? always. Even if it is a site that is not located in the city, there is the reference to the city, it is a design about the city. The specific nature of architecture is collective: is a CITY. After all, there is a lot of power and design energy in the city. The most special assignment is to structure the city, that is the real function of architecture. It is more about the ensemble value than about the individual performance of isolated objects. To the extent that a building exhibits the special, the exclusive becomes unrepeatable and because of its impossibility to repeat it resists the urban banality, against the city rules, the city laws, against, as Adolf Loos put it, the first name of the usual??. Or with Heinrich Tessenow: Silent forms and quiet colors always tend to have something very urban and communal, because of urban demands that we suppress the personal. Against the background of the ordinary, the city is recognizable by places of special significance. Meaning that is often supported by buildings and public spaces with which the community has something. The reading of architecture is the story of the city without the anecdote of its history.

[laconservancy]

Forty Years of Membership: An Interview with Two Conservancy Members

The Los Angeles Conservancy has been a member-based organization since our founding in 1978. As part of our fortieth-anniversary celebration, we wanted to share some perspectives on Conservancy membership from long-time and new members. We spoke with Marjorie Wong Mishkin, a member since our founding, and Samantha La Rocco, who joined the Conservancy this year.

Marjorie Wong Mishkin

Q: You’ve been a member of the Conservancy since our founding. Why did you join in the first place? 

A: John Welborne and other neighborhood friends joined at the same time. That’s how I heard about the Conservancy. I was born at St. Vincent’s Hospital. I grew up in L.A. and my children did, too. I went to Marlborough School. My parents took us to Wilshire Country Club and the Coliseum and LACMA when it was built, and downtown even before there was a Music Center. We went to all the Rams games when I was growing up. I love the buildings, but more than the buildings I love the people.

I had a strong attachment to Olvera Street, the Mission, and downtown LA. My father (a Chinese doctor and graduate of the University of California School of Medicine in San Francisco) spent a lot of time offering volunteer health care services at the Mission. We all learned Spanish. He never billed his pro bono patients or whomever he considered a friend. However, we did eat well!

Q: Even though you’re not in Los Angeles full time now, why do you think it’s important to remain a member of the Conservancy?

A: I want Los Angeles to remain important; a lot of the buildings are very important. Michael Graves (the architect) built the building where I now live in Miami.  He always said the space around the building is more important than the building itself.  I agree completely.  

Q: Where did your interest in historic preservation come from?

A: Probably my friends and my family. When my kids were in school, we moved to June Street. And as a child, I lived in the mid-Wilshire area, when Bullocks Wilshire was actually Bullocks Wilshire.

Q: What is your favorite historic building in Los Angeles?

A: The First Congregational Church on Commonwealth Avenue and Sixth Street. My parents donated a chapel there called Wong Chapel. The altar tablet was conceived and painted by a Danish artist named Kay Nielsen, and the original stained-glass windows are still there today. I started going there when I was about four years old and was married there. Even though the [pinnacles] were damaged by an earthquake, the church has done a good job at preservation. [Editor’s note: The project to replace the pinnacles and restore other elements of the tower earned a 2012 Conservancy Preservation Award.]

Q: What do you think are the biggest issues or challenges facing preservation in Los Angeles moving forward?  

A: I hate tearing down buildings and putting up boxes. We’re looking forward to the Olympics; they’re going to update the Coliseum. I want Los Angeles to be livable – it doesn’t have to be as it was before, but it should be livable and it should be historic.

Samantha La Rocco

Q: You say that Los Angeles is the only place that’s ever felt like home to you. Why is that? 

A: I grew up in suburban south Florida, which I experienced as a flat, punishingly humid, mosquito-ridden suburban hellscape.

The wildlife was the most interesting thing for me. The most “exciting” thing to happen near me was Anna Nicole Smith’s untimely death. It never felt like the place I was “meant” to be. I moved to L.A. to go to USC, but it had been a place I’d felt drawn to since I was a lonely imaginative child.

For me, as it has for people for over a century, it represented opportunity, where I could find an artistic family and write my own narrative, and an enticing element of risk, if I’m being honest. As a performer, which I fully recognize is a cliché, I embraced being in a place where so many other people who felt like they didn’t belong elsewhere made a home – creatively, geographically, and emotionally. And of course, what teenager wouldn’t love [the book] Hollywood Babylon?  

Los Angeles is diverse in every single way imaginable: you get mountains, you get beaches, you get old, new, weird, chic, delightfully garish...there’s so many different cultural veins running through it, it’s like a million cities in one.

I love driving around and being able to identify when a building was built, the style it was built in, who might have lived there. And having grown up in a place that was essentially two dimensional, I’ll never stop being amazed by how hilly it is! There are CLIFFS here!

There’s Victorian architecture! Made out of WOOD! Do you know what happens to wood homes in Florida? There’s buildings shaped like barrels! There are signs in non-Indo European languages! There’s a twenty-four-hour restaurant in a dining car that looks like it belongs in a David Lynch movie!

At USC, I took a course about the history of this city, which included walking tours. At the time, I didn’t appreciate it as much as I do now. It really sowed a seed of historical curiosity and passion that’s grown since I graduated. I love being able to spout fascinating trivia about buildings I drive past. 

Q: How did you find out about the L.A. Conservancy, and why did you decide to join?

A: For me, it was the aggressive developer greed eroding what I see as the unique character of this city, with giant behemoths of buildings that all look like one another, far too big for their lots, standing out like consumerist tumors, pushing out people and communities that have been here far longer. For example, near where I live, Du-par’s, a diner that has been around since the ’30s, has been torn down for a Sephora. (We really need another Sephora?)

Cities in Europe seem to value their older buildings, their history, in a way that the powers that be in Los Angeles do not. I’m tempted to go on a political rant but I’ll spare you! For me, ultimately, the threat to the history and character of this city felt intensely personal.

I found out about the Conservancy after seeing something circulated on Facebook about a much beloved historical building being torn down for something like a Whole Foods or expensive apartments. I went to your website and looked at all the amazing buildings in danger, and all of the ones that had been lost, and I wanted to cry. 

Q: Why do you think it’s important to be a member?

A: I think conservation is incredibly important and beneficial – it has the power to create jobs, enhance the reputation and ultimately tourist revenue of a city, and promote historical curiosity and a sense of community.

I’m admittedly not normally someone who thinks I can make a difference individually, but the slow erasure of Los Angeles is so close to home, so immediate, that I really felt like it’s a cause I have to fight for. 

Q: Where did your interest in historic preservation come from?

A: I’ve been a history nerd since I could read. I collect antiques. I truly believe an understanding and appreciation for the past enriches the present. Coming from some place rife with creepily cookie cutter housing developments like tiny Stepford cities, slowly encroaching on ecologically invaluable swampland, I really appreciate the home I chose here and its history. It’s really just heartbreaking to see it disappear. 

Q: What is your favorite historic building in Los Angeles?

A: That’s like asking me to tell you which of my dogs is my favorite! I’m a sucker for whimsy.  The first thing that comes to mind for me is the Magic Castle in Hollywood. It’s a turn-of-the-century mansion with a piano that takes requests and secret passages. Sold. There’s also a little cluster of storybook-style apartments on Formosa Avenue in West Hollywood that I’ve always loved. Apparently Charlie Chaplin lived there at one point. I’m sure I’m going to lie awake in bed tonight and think of all the other buildings I could have said. 

Q: What do you think are the biggest issues or challenges facing preservation in Los Angeles moving forward? What would you like to see the Conservancy focus on in the next forty years? How can the Conservancy stay relevant as the city grows and changes?

A: I think the decentralized nature of Los Angeles tends to work against conservation efforts, even if just from a logistical perspective. I’d definitely love to see the Conservancy increase its visibility. I’d love for there to be more limits on demolition and development – I think that’s massively important. I think enough coordinated efforts from the Conservancy and presence at town halls could achieve that. As with most things, relevancy lies in recruiting a younger generation. I’m so glad the Conservancy is offering youth and school programs, which I think are invaluable, to both the students and the cause.

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“No great artist ever sees things as they really are.   If he did, he would cease to be an artist.” – Oscar Wilde

My name is Virgil Carter, and I’m a watercolor painter, teacher, workshop leader and Internet commentator.  I live in Boerne, Texas and paint in the Texas Hill Country, as well as from my global travels.

I paint and teach a variety of watercolor subjects, but especially enjoy painting landscapes and town/urban scapes. I am concerned with telling stories in paint which share a personal and expressive idea, emotion or feeling about my subjects.  Color and light figure strongly in all of my work.

I am fortunate to be a signature member of the Baltimore Watercolor Society, Pennsylvania Watercolor Society and the Philadelphia Watercolor Society.  I’m also a member of the Boerne Art League and the Guadalupe Watercolor Group.  I’m a retired architect and past Head of the School of Architecture, Oklahoma State University.As a watercolor painter, teacher and workshop leader, I’m used to hearing students ask, “How can I find my painting style? How can I find my own personal expression?”  It’s an important question for every serious painter.  A quick answer is “Paint 100 paintings and your style will find you! You won’t have to worry about finding it!”  In other words, put mileage on your brushes, and practice, practice, practice!  But there are some ways to approach painting which make it easier and enjoyable to find your own personal expression.

Painting Loosely and Colorfully

I approach painting and teaching watercolor by urging students to strive to paint “loosely and colorfully”.  What does that mean?  For one thing, it means forgetting most of the more conventional watercolor “rules” about painting realistically what one’s eyes see.  Instead, I suggest painting what your heart feels about a subject.  Edgar Degas said, “Art is not what you see, but what you make others see!”

Painting “loosely” is really just about paintings which appear spontaneous and look like they were fun to create.  Loose paintings never appear labored or overworked, and details are often minimized or ignored.

“Hill Country Morning Breaks, No. 2”, is an original watercolor 15” X 11”, one of a series, on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and Davinci paints.  The painting is loose and colorful exploration of the transformation of the beautiful Texas Hill Country by the color of the very early morning sun. Painting in a series is an excellent way to explore a wide range of “loose and colorful” ideas in paint!

“Hill country Last Light, No. 1”, is an original watercolor 15” X11”, one of a series, on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and Davinci paints.  The painting explores the colorful change in emotions and feelings of the subject through the use of last light and a loose, colorful approach.

Strong and memorable paintings often tell stories, suggest ideas, or convey feelings or emotions.  Painting loosely and colorfully opens the doors and frees painters to tell their stories about almost every possible subject.  Approaching a painting loosely and colorfully encourages sharing ideas, feelings and emotions one has for a subject in highly personal and expressive ways, i.e., one’s personal expression.

Figuring Out Your Story

Watercolor painting is both a thinking exercise and a technical exercise of mixing and applying paint.  It’s usually a good idea for a painter to figure out the story they want to tell before picking up a brush!  Sargent said, “Watercolor is making the best of an emergency!”, meaning that the water, paint and gravity frequently have a will of their own, so in most cases painters would do well to have their intent for the painting clearly understood before picking up the brush and applying the first paint passage.

“To paint a successful watercolor it seems one must know what the finished result will look like before the first stroke of a blossoming color is applied to the paper.” – Dianne Middleton

Fortunately, there’s a secret weapon available for painters which enables exploring their story and deciding the best approach for telling it.  The secret weapon is a sketchbook, aided by a soft pencil!

A series of sketchbook studies for “Cypress Creek Sunrise, No. 1 and No. 4”, and other work.

The sketchbook is the perfect place to explore one’s ideas for a subject using small, quick thumbnail sketches.  These sketches allow the exploration of design, composition and value structures quickly and easily.  A series of thumbnail sketches also serves to familiarize the painter with the subject, and eliminate the hesitancy for a subject when painting is underway.  Said differently, a sketchbook is a painter’s GPS and gets the painter past the first ten minutes of a painting.

“Cypress Creek Sunrise, No. 1” an original watercolor, 30” X 11” on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and Davinci paints.  The painting explores the beauty of the small, meandering Cypress Creek in Comfort, TX and the special quality of the early morning light.

“Cypress Creek Sunrise, No 4”, is an original watercolor, 15” X 22” on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and Davinci paints.  The painting, part of a series, takes a closer look at Cypress Creek in the very early morning light.  The two paintings illustrate how design and composition can transform the same or similar subject.

Secrets for Painting Loosely and Colorfully

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.” – Georgia O’Keeffe

I paint and teach using three “secrets” to make it easy and fun to paint loosely and colorfully.  Here are the secrets:

1. Learn to see, design and paint using simple, but visually interesting shapes

“North Woods, No. 6” is an original watercolor, 30” X 11” on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and Davinci paints.  The painting uses a combination of large and interconnected shapes to tell the story of the beauty of the southeast coast of Maine. Without the large shapes, there would be no story!

Design your painting, and tell your story, using several large dominant, interconnected and interesting shapes.  Don’t worry about visual realism or local accuracy. Let your imagination run free with personal and expressive shapes. Viewers of your work are intelligent and they will quickly identify what you are painting.  Importantly, if your paintings aren’t composed of large and visually interesting shapes, no amount of small detail will save the painting.

2. Energize your painting through the use of a wide variety of edges

“Through the Hole in the Trees”, is an original watercolor 11” X 15” on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and Davinci paints.  The painting employs a wide variety of edges to create movement in the painting and to bring the viewer’s eye to the story and focal point—the hole in the trees!

“Little Joshua Creek, No. 3”, is an original watercolor 15” X 22” on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and D. Smith granulating paints.  The painting uses simple but strong shapes and a variety of edges to move the viewer’s eye into the painting from the bottom and to the distant view between the trees in upper left third of the painting.

Shapes are defined by their edges.  A variety of edges throughout a painting will create visual movement, hold the viewer’s attention longer and make clear to viewers what is truly important in the painting, and what is secondary.  Not everything in a painting can be equally important!  There are at least three types of edges which every “loose and colorful” painter should use:

Hard edges

Hard edges are created by wet applications of paint on dry paper.  These edges always attract and hold the viewer’s eye.  They tend to be best reserved for the truly important elements in a painting—the focal point or area of interest, for example. Be very cautious about making every shape in your painting a hard-edged shape.

Soft edges

Soft edges can be created in a variety of ways:  wet into wet; wet on dry, followed by gently lifting to create a soft edge; etc.  The eye is attracted briefly to these edges, but moves on after a brief gaze.  Soft edges are complementary and supportive of hard edges, and best used for secondary and intermediate passages in a painting.

Lost edges

Lost edges are a bit more challenging to create and usually require adjacent passages of similar hue and/or similar value, or both. The viewer’s eye is not attracted to lost edges and does not pause, but keeps moving to other parts of the painting.  Thus, lost edges are wonderful for encouraging movement to the more important parts of a painting.  In addition, soft edges are wonderful for suggesting distance , depth and space in a painting.

3. Be bold and imaginative with color

“Hill Country Abstract, No. 6”, is an original watercolor 11” X 15” on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and D. Smith granulating paints.  The painting is a highly personal and expressive exploration of the wonderful Texas Hill Country where I live and paint.  The last vestiges and color of light, combined with deliberate representational and abstract shapes and the marvelous texture of granulating paints, help convey the emotion of this painting.

“Hill Country Abstract, No. 8”, is an original watercolor 11” X 15” on 300-pound Kilimanjaro cold press paper using American Journey and D. Smith granulating paints.  This “color poem” explores a “what if” approach to color to help create a uniquely personal and expressive story about the Texas Hill Country.

For a painting to be “colorful”, one simply must use rich, bold color in energetic and personal ways.  Paint-water ratios must be paint rich, and each brush application must be made with a fully loaded brush.  Here’s another secret for colorful paintings:  change the color every two inches!  Sound childish, but it works!

Rather than be locked into local color, there are many other, more creative approaches to make one’s work personally expressive.  For example, consider colors which suggest strong emotions; exaggerated colors; “what if” color approaches; climatic/environmental/lighting colors such as sunrise and sunset; and outrageous/outside-the-box colors.  The range of approaches for color, beyond local color, is so broad and expansive that it’s almost impossible to describe them all!

For best watercolor effect, the colors may be introduced directly into the painting and allowed to mix together on the paper and left alone.  Mixing colors on one’s palette often “homogenizes” the mixture and doesn’t allow the marvelous blending of colors on the paper which is the hallmark of watercolors.  Never, ever, overwork or be fussy about paint and color applications.  Get in and get out—here’s where minimal strokes are important!

Why Paint Loosely and Colorfully?

Thinking about and painting loosely and colorfully is a “freeing” exercise in paint!  It frees one from attempting to realistically render a subject, and frees one from the worry of local design, composition and colors.  It frees one to be personally expressive and tell one’s story in a unique manner.

“Round the Bend, No. 2”, is an original watercolor, 18” X 24” on 140-pound Arches cold press paper using American Journey and Davinci paints.  The painting is another personal and expressive exploration of the rolling hills, small back roads, iconic trees, big sky and distant views which characterize the Texas Hill Country.

“Twilight Time, No. 2”, is an original watercolor, 18” X 24” on 140-pound Arches cold press paper using American Journey and Davinci paints.  The painting explores the warm pinky-oranges colors of early evening and how they embrace and transform the landscape of the Texas Hill Country.

Painting loosely and colorfully can lead to highly expressive works which, over time and with experience, become truly recognizable as unique personal expressions by individual artists.

“Painting is self-discovery.  Every good artist paints what he is.”  – Jackson Pollock

Remember, finding one’s direction—one’s own, unique personal expression in painting—is the goal of serious painting.  I wish you a happy journey as you seek to find your own personal direction and expression.  Comments and critique welcome!

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Let’s have a look at the Most Exquisite Italian Craftsmanship

Italian Craftsmanship always was internationally celebrated. Italians have been known for bithing some of the most talented craftsmen and creative designers the world has eve seen. Their artistic and artisanal excellence is known all over the world. Italy has been a leader in innovative, beautiful, and high-quality design for decades. It’s no wonder that Isaloni (Salone del Mobile.Milano), one of the best and most notorious art and furniture design showcases in the world, is based in Milan since 1961.

Brianza, for example, is considered the craftsmanship-design district, halfway between Milan and Lake Como. It is a mesmerizing place, in which over the past two centuries noble and affluent families built many villas. These constructions required the skillful hands of master artisans and experts which furnished the breathtaking houses. This is the motive why such a fine and precious know-how survived there, as a crucial part of the region’s legacy. Some traditional craftsmanship knowledge can’t even be found anywhere else in Italy.

Since the 1950s, design entrepreneurs come to this area to collaborate with famous Italian and foreign artists, bringing to life of iconic furniture and lighting.

All the best Italian-made craftsmanship products merge together traditional craftsmanship and technology in an extremely detailed and almost perfect way. Artisan expertise has an irreplaceable value which allows delicate finishing details and final touches in all manufactured pieces. Human hands are capable of sensitivity and emotion while maintaining almost industrial precision.

Each hand-crafted art piece is truly unique since it is not being mass-produced. Every small little detail embraces the authenticity of it’s material and maker, a perfection in each flaw are featured.

The popular saying “Love French. Drive German. Dress Italian” already assures us of the high quality of Italian design and craftsmanship. Just to name a few, Berluti, Brioni, Brunello Cucinelli, Dolce & Gabbana, Ermenegildo Zegna, Etro, Fendi, Gucci, Armani, Kiton, Loro Piana, Paul Evans, Prada, Salvatore Ferragamo, and, of course, Versace, are all celebrated luxury brands with Italian origins. In luxury furniture and acessories we can also find Moooi and Swarovski, among many others.

Thanks to the nonstop evolution of technology, there are a million ways to use chemicals, for example, to tan leather. However, the best leather in the world is made by Italian tanners who use millennia-old traditions of au natural liming and dying. The result is a material that’s sturdier than any other on the market, as we can see in genuinely Italian-crafted shoes, which all have also a beautiful hand-painted finish. Also, most fabric mills use water that’s saturated with salt and minerals, which leads to a fabric that’s covered in a thin, color-quashing layer. But Italian fabric mills are usually located in the North, an outstanding region in the south of Swiss Alp glaciers. Craftsmanship Italian mills use pure water to produce fabric, that’s why you won’t find a single thread covered in undesirable substances.

Some companies have been around longer than entire nations. In fact, Vitale Barberis Canonico, a family-run fabric mill in Biella, the main textile supplier for the tailor maestros at Zegn, is working for fifteen generations, since the 1600s.

Handcrafting any piece is a slow and detailed process, which requires a burning passion for craftsmanship. Artisans are almost wizards, dedicating their lives to the magic of building extraordinary art with their own hands. A hand-crafted project can take weeks, months, years to be finished.

In 2009, the Italian parliament passed a law prohibiting the use of the phrase “Made in Italy” on any product label unless the product is actually made in Italy, from start to finish. This was a strategy to protect the country’s precious reputation as a creator of the finest craftsmanship products.

From the columns of ancient Rome to Michelangelo’s David, style is carved into the stone of Italian life. There’s even a term for it: “La belle figura”, which literally means “the beautiful figure”, yet represents a life style admired and followed, a trend, at all times and in all ways.

Italian-crafted goods can handle really well the passage of time. Vintage cloths and furniture are always, always en vogue, especially if they are handcrafted, high-quality, designer-made items.

From Leonardo da Vinci to Poltrona Frau armchairs, from Armani and Prada to Tiramisu cake. Italians have several beautiful specific products of the highest level made by small producers, artists and artisans everywhere in the country. Pursuing a family tradition, innovating, creating, finding new styles and raising quality is in the Italian blood, characteristics which will lead the country to a bright future.

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Fascinating Murano Traditional Glassworks

One of the most relevant examples of Italian excellent craftsmanship is the Venetian Glass, created for over 1500 years and with production focused in the island of Murano since the 13th century. Nowadays, Murano is known for its artistic glassworks, but it also has a long history of innovations in glassblowing and is Europe’s major glassmaking center. During the 15th century, Murano glassmakers created cristallo, and almost transparent glass, considered the finest glass in the world. They also developed a white glass called lattimo which resembled porcelain. Later, Murano also became Europe’s finest mirror’s production center.

Venice was controlled by the Eastern Roman Empire, but eventually became an independent city-state which flourished as a craftsmanship trading center and seaport. The city’s alliances with the Middle East created opportunities for the glassmakers to learn with more advanced countries as Syria and Egypt. Venetian glassmaking factories existed since the 8th century, but they started to be controlled by Murano in the beginning of 1291.

Glass factories often caught fire, so removing them from the city and locating them in an island avoided major fire disasters for the populations. It is known that Venetian glassmakers protect secret recipes and methods for making glass, which are still treasured in Murano.

The island popularity peaked in the 15th and 16th centuries. Venice’s dominance in trade along the Mediterranean Sea created a wealthy merchant class that was a strong connoisseur of the arts. The demand for glassworks increased. The spread of glassmaking talent among Europe eventually lessened the importance of Venice and its Murano glassmakers, especially since Napoleon Bonaparte’s defeat in 1797. However, Murano glassmaking began to recover in the 1920s and today the island is home to numerous glass factories and a few individual artists’ studios. Murano’s Museo del Vetro (Glass Museum) in the Palazzo Giustinian showcases the history of glassmaking as well as glass masterpieces from Egyptian times to the present day.

Remarkable Italian Master Artisans

Piero Fornasetti

Among many incredible Italian master artisans, we can refer Piero Fornasetti, a painter, sculptor, interior decorator and engraver who lived most of his life in Milan. He attended the Brera Art Academy from 1930-32 and created more than 11.000 art pieces, many featuring the face of a woman, Lina Cavalieri, as a motif. Fornasetti found her face in a 19th-century magazine. Other usual characteristics of his work include the heavy use of black and white, the sun and time. His style evokes Greek and Roman architecture, by which he was heavily influenced. Nowadays, it is frequent to see Fornasetti’s style in fashion and accessories such as scarves, ties, lamps, furniture, china plates and tables.

Talented contemporary Italian master artisans include, for example, Simone Cenedese (glass sculptor), Massimo Lunardon(lampworker), Cesare Toffolo (lampworker), Simone Crestani (glassworker), Lucio Bubacco (lampworker) and Giovanni Corvaja(goldsmith).

Simone Cenedese

Living Room in classic style. Classic interior design

Simone Cenedese, one of the best Italian master artisans dedicated to glass sculpture, started working in a glass furnace created by his grandfather when he was still a boy. Through his work, Simone got involved in the family tradition of glasswork and gathered the key elements required for developing this art and creating designs. Artistic ability, creativity and the mastering of refined and exclusive techniques as well as the use of a wide chromatic range of pure and brilliant glass have developed into new ideas, creations, and projects.

Massimo Lunardon

Massimo Lunardon began his artistic career as a glassworker and lampworking artist in 1988. He gained experience in glasswork and glassmaking workshops and from numerous collaborations with studios, artists, designers, and architects. Interacting with different materials and people fueled his desire to experiment and push the traits of glass to their limit and beyond. Massimo’s ability to find the infinite possibilities of glass resulted in companies and private collectors from diverse sectors calling him to create original works.

Cesare Toffolo

Cesare Toffolo is one of the best Italian master artisans focused on glass sculpture and lampworking. Born in Murano in 1961, he grew up amongst a family immersed in glassmaking traditions. His grandfather, Giacomo, was a master glassworker who worked for Venini. Giacomo taught Cesare’s father, Florino, numerous techniques of glassworking, and Florino also joined the Venini glassworks at the age of 17. Florino then started to experiment and work with lampworking, gaining the respect of traditional glassworkers on Murano. It was then Florino’s turn to pass his knowledge to his son, Cesare.

Simone Crestani

The Italian master artisan Simone Crestani specialized in glassworking is known as one of the best craftsmen in Europe. He started working with glass at the prodigious age of 15. After a ten-year apprenticeship in “Lunardon’s factory”, he opened his own studio: “Atelier Crestani”.

Lucio Bubacco

Lucio Bubacco is an Italian master artisan specialized in craftsmanship, glass sculpture, and lampworking art. He was born on the famous island of Murano in 1957. As a boy growing up on this island renowned for its glasswork, Lucio would play with glass, making small animals, beads and other typical lampworked objects. At the prodigious age of 15, he became a qualified glassworker and started to sell his lampwork creations.

Giovanni Corvaja

Giovanni Corvaja is a craftsman and researcher with a deep passion for metal and an immense love for goldsmiths. He is one of the talented finalists in this year’s edition of Loewe Craftsmanship Prize. This incredible master artisan was born on 30 September 1971 and is an Italian jewelry artist renowned for his craftsmanship masterpieces of the finest quality. He began to work as a metalsmithing at the age of 13 at Pietro Selvatico High School of Art in Padua under the tuition of Francesco Pavan and Paolo Maurizio. In 1988, he was awarded the Diploma di Maestro d’Arte, and in 1990 the Maturità d’Arte Applicata.

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Inspiring Italian Designers

Gaetano Pesce

During his career, four decades filled with projects in architecture, urban planning, interior, exhibition, and industrial design, Gaetano Pesce, the architect, and designer, conceived public and private masterpieces in the United States, Europe, Latin America, and Asia. In all his work, he expresses his guiding principle: modernism is less a style than a method for interpreting the present and hinting at the future in which individuality is preserved and celebrated.

Born in La Spezia, Italy, in 1939, Pesce studied Architecture at the University of Venice between 1958 and 1963. He taught architecture at the Institut d’Architecture et d’Etudes Urbaines in Strasbourg, France, for 28 years, at the Carnegie Mellon in Pittsburgh, at the Domus Academy in Milan, at the Polytechnic of Hong Kong, at the Architectural School of Sao Paulo and at the Cooper Union in New York City, where he made his home since 1980, after living in Venice, London, Helsinki, and Paris.

Pesce’s work is featured in over 30 permanent collections in the most important museums in the world, such as MoMa of New York and San Francisco, Metropolitan Museum in New York, Vitra Museum in Germany, Victoria and Albert Museum in London, Pompidou Center and Musee des Arts Décoratifs of Louvre in Paris, he also exhibits his art in galleries worldwide.

His award-winning designs include the prestigious Chrysler Award for Innovation and Design in 1993, the Architektur and Wohnen Designer of the Year in 2006 and the Lawrence J. Israel Prize from the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York in 2009. Pesce’s experience is global, his innovations are always groundbreaking. Boundaries between art, design, and industry seem irrelevant to him, as art is most certainly not something created and put on a pedestal: art is a product, it is our creative response to the needs of the time we live in.

Patricia Urquiola

Patricia Urquiola (1961) was born in Oviedo (Spain) and currently lives in Milan. She studied architecture at the Polytechnic of Madrid where she graduated in 1989. From 1990 until 1992 she was an assistant professor in the courses given by Achille Castiglioni and Eugenio Bettinelli, both at the Polytechnic of Milan and E.N.S.C.I. in Paris. Between 1990 and 1996 she worked for the development office of new products of “De Padova” and signed with Vico Magistretti the products: “Flower”, “Loom sofa”, “Chaise” and “Chaise Longue”.

Between 1992 and 1996 Urquiola opened a studio with two friends, Renzio and Ramerino, working with architecture, interiors, restaurants, among others. In the next 4 years she was the manager of the Lissoni Associati Group and in 2001 she opened her own studio in Milan, focused on product design and architecture. Patricia won many design awards, such as Antares-Flos, Artelano, Boffi, Cappellini, Cassina, Kartell. In addition to attending events, conferences, and lectures she designed for B & B, Bosa, De Vecchi, Fasem, Kartell, Liv’it, MDF Italy, Molteni & C., Moroso, and Tronconi.

Her products were selected for the 2001 Design Exhibition in Italy and for the Annual International Design Catalog of 1999 and 2001. In 2001 she was a jury of the 19th CDIM Design Competition and lectured at the Domus Academy. She currently conducts her professional career at her own craftsmanship studio in Milan in the fields of design, exhibitions, art direction and architecture.

Renowned Italian Art Galleries

Since the end of the Nineties, Nilufar knows how to find its own unique place, so it became a reference point to everyone devoted to historical design, craftsmanship and to people who love to follow the trends and understand the evolution of contemporary design.

Above all, Nilufar inhabits that fine line between artistic knowledge, poetry and visionary ideas, all of the characteristic of contemporary art. Nina Yashar is the gallery’s founder and works with her sister Nilu plus a team of five people. Nilufar was present in several editions of Pavillon des Arts et du Design in Paris and is always in the spotlight at Design Miami/Basel. This art gallery also has its own little manifesto, composed of three words: Discovering, Crossing, Creating.

Gallery Rossana Orlandi opened in 2002 in a former tie Factory in the Magenta neighbor. The gallery has been supporting along the years new designers and is becoming one of the most revered promoters of avant-garde design and lifestyle. Its activity started with a focus on the rising dutch design with designers such as Piet Hein Eek, Maarten Baas and Nacho Carbonell. However, the research has moved widely around the world creating a catalog which reflects the most innovative craftsmanship from Europe to Asia and America.

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Door Trends: From Ultra Stylish to Super Secretive

Doors provide privacy, protection and separation, and they can be stylish while providing these functions. A cool door can be a design statement and a conversation starter. Or it can be the entrance to a hidden passage or room. Below are several door trends, along with some practical information on materials and costs.

Exterior Doors

This is a standard timber/MDF external door coated with a metal finish. Image: Zeitgeist Photography

Exterior doors have to balance form and function. “The front door needs to be durable enough to withstand the weather and would-be intruders, yet attractive enough to enhance the overall look of your home,” says Dan DiClerico, home expert at Home Advisor.

He recommends taking your cues from the home’s architecture when selecting a door. “A simple steel door will suit a modern, minimalist home, while a carved wood door with sidelights and a transom will be appropriate for more traditional homes, such as craftsman or colonial,” DiClerico explains.

Pros and Cons of the Most Popular Types of Exterior Doors

This front door in San Francisco complements the concrete wall. Image: Elevation Architect

Exterior doors are available in a variety of materials. DiClerico lists the pros and cons of the three most popular types of exterior doors:

Fiberglass

Pros: The practical option, fiberglass doors combine value, performance and low maintenance. Many fiberglass doors can be painted or stained so you can change the look easily.

Cons: Though their embossed wood textures are convincing, visitors probably won’t mistake them for a real wood door up close. The synthetic material is also prone to cracking.

Steel

Pros: A very popular option nowadays, steel doors are durable, secure and affordable. Most are also extremely energy efficient, making them a good option in extreme climates, whether hot or cold.

Cons: Steel doors are prone to dents and scratches, which are difficult to repair.

Wood

Pros: The most beautiful doors tend to be wood. Solid-wood versions are also extremely durable and weather-resistant, plus dents and scratches can be easily repaired.

Cons: They’re expensive and require regular maintenance, including periodic painting or staining.

Cost/Security

Strength meets beauty in this Phoenix front door. Image: IMI Design

The average price for a new entry door ranges from $500 to $2,000. “This includes installation, though with high-end custom doors the project can quickly exceed $10,000,” DiClerico says. “The labor usually runs between $40 to $90 per hour, with an average of about $70 per hour for a licensed contractor.”

Regarding security, your entry door is only as good as its lock, explains DiClerico. “For best results, HomeAdvisor locksmiths recommend a lock with a 1 inch-long deadbolt and a reinforced metal box strike. For good measure, securely fasten the box strike to the jamb with 3 inch-long screws.”

Amira Johnson at Emerald Doors provides four tips for maintaining your doors. “Clean the doors on a regular basis, oil hinges when needed, replace weather stripping regularly and, when required, repaint them.”

Interior Doors

Check out the doors to this home theater in Salt Lake City. Image: Element Homes

When choosing an interior door, the choices are seemingly endless. “Traditional hinged doors can be either pre-hung or slabs,” DiClerico explains. “Pre-hung doors are mounted in a frame with the hinges already attached to the door jamb. A slab is the just the door itself.”

Some interior door styles are quite popular with consumers. “Pocket doors are good space savers since they don’t swing into the room, sliding doors are common with closets, barn doors are in keeping with the farmhouse look that’s so popular and French doors are great for allowing light into an interior room that doesn’t have many windows.”

If you’re thinking about using an interior door outside, don’t do it, warns Johnson. “Exterior doors typically run 36″ wide, whereas interior doors are not as broad (30″), so cutting will be required.” In addition, she says that exterior doors are designed for rain, snow and UV rays. “So an interior door used outside could end up being warped from this type of abuse,” Johnson says.

Pros and Cons of the Most Popular Types of Interior Doors

There are two unique doors in this San Diego home: the lattice front door and the red barn door. Image: Dunn Carpentry

DiClerico lists the pros and cons of the most popular interior doors as follows:

Medium Density Fiberboard (MDF)

Pros: This engineered material is durable and stable, so it’s not likely to warp.

Cons: It doesn’t show grain the way real wood does.

Solid Wood

Pros: Solid wood doors tend to be the most attractive and they offer good durability, energy efficiency and sound insulation.

Cons: They’re also the most expensive.

Hollow Core

Pros: Made of plywood or molded composite around a hollow core, these doors are the least expensive.

Cons: They’re pretty flimsy and don’t do a good job containing noise or temperature.

Solid Core

Pros: These doors are also made of plywood or molded composite, but with a core that’s filled with wood fiber. They offer better durability and insulation as a result.

Cons: They’re pricier than hollow core doors, averaging about $50 to $200 more.

Costs

This Portland basement has sliding chalkboard doors. Image: Hammer & Hand

You can expect to pay anywhere from $75 to $125 to have a standard interior door installed. “Custom units can run a lot higher, especially if they require a new opening in the wall or the existing opening needs to be modified,” DiClerico explains. “For example, a set of French doors might cost as much as $5,800 to install, according to our True Cost Guide.”

So, what about barn doors? “They’re unique in that they open and close on track hardware that is mounted above the door’s opening. Depending on the size of the door, multiple tracks might be needed,” DiClerico says. “A basic sliding barn door with track hardware starts at $300 and goes up to around $1,000.”

Hidden Doors

Check out these hidden doors and hidden door bookshelves:

This Ottawa basement has the ultimate hidden door. Image: Just Basements

These wardrobe closet doors hide a secret room for the kids. Image: Roger Wade Studio

The bedside cabinet in this Denver master bedroom includes hidden storage. Image: Nehemiah General Contractors

These homeowners in Austin found a great way to hide the laundry room. Image: Jenkins Custom Homes

This door blends seamlessly into the wall. Image: Pursley Dixon Architecture

These doors, in a young girl’s bedroom in Miami, open to a large closet. Image: Phabrica

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Door Trends: From Ultra Stylish to Super Secretive

Doors provide privacy, protection and separation, and they can be stylish while providing these functions. A cool door can be a design statement and a conversation starter. Or it can be the entrance to a hidden passage or room. Below are several door trends, along with some practical information on materials and costs.

Exterior Doors

This is a standard timber/MDF external door coated with a metal finish. Image: Zeitgeist Photography

Exterior doors have to balance form and function. “The front door needs to be durable enough to withstand the weather and would-be intruders, yet attractive enough to enhance the overall look of your home,” says Dan DiClerico, home expert at Home Advisor.

He recommends taking your cues from the home’s architecture when selecting a door. “A simple steel door will suit a modern, minimalist home, while a carved wood door with sidelights and a transom will be appropriate for more traditional homes, such as craftsman or colonial,” DiClerico explains.

Pros and Cons of the Most Popular Types of Exterior Doors

This front door in San Francisco complements the concrete wall. Image: Elevation Architect

Exterior doors are available in a variety of materials. DiClerico lists the pros and cons of the three most popular types of exterior doors:

Fiberglass

Pros: The practical option, fiberglass doors combine value, performance and low maintenance. Many fiberglass doors can be painted or stained so you can change the look easily.

Cons: Though their embossed wood textures are convincing, visitors probably won’t mistake them for a real wood door up close. The synthetic material is also prone to cracking.

Steel

Pros: A very popular option nowadays, steel doors are durable, secure and affordable. Most are also extremely energy efficient, making them a good option in extreme climates, whether hot or cold.

Cons: Steel doors are prone to dents and scratches, which are difficult to repair.

Wood

Pros: The most beautiful doors tend to be wood. Solid-wood versions are also extremely durable and weather-resistant, plus dents and scratches can be easily repaired.

Cons: They’re expensive and require regular maintenance, including periodic painting or staining.

Cost/Security

Strength meets beauty in this Phoenix front door. Image: IMI Design

The average price for a new entry door ranges from $500 to $2,000. “This includes installation, though with high-end custom doors the project can quickly exceed $10,000,” DiClerico says. “The labor usually runs between $40 to $90 per hour, with an average of about $70 per hour for a licensed contractor.”

Regarding security, your entry door is only as good as its lock, explains DiClerico. “For best results, HomeAdvisor locksmiths recommend a lock with a 1 inch-long deadbolt and a reinforced metal box strike. For good measure, securely fasten the box strike to the jamb with 3 inch-long screws.”

Amira Johnson at Emerald Doors provides four tips for maintaining your doors. “Clean the doors on a regular basis, oil hinges when needed, replace weather stripping regularly and, when required, repaint them.”

Interior Doors

Check out the doors to this home theater in Salt Lake City. Image: Element Homes

When choosing an interior door, the choices are seemingly endless. “Traditional hinged doors can be either pre-hung or slabs,” DiClerico explains. “Pre-hung doors are mounted in a frame with the hinges already attached to the door jamb. A slab is the just the door itself.”

Some interior door styles are quite popular with consumers. “Pocket doors are good space savers since they don’t swing into the room, sliding doors are common with closets, barn doors are in keeping with the farmhouse look that’s so popular and French doors are great for allowing light into an interior room that doesn’t have many windows.”

If you’re thinking about using an interior door outside, don’t do it, warns Johnson. “Exterior doors typically run 36″ wide, whereas interior doors are not as broad (30″), so cutting will be required.” In addition, she says that exterior doors are designed for rain, snow and UV rays. “So an interior door used outside could end up being warped from this type of abuse,” Johnson says.

Pros and Cons of the Most Popular Types of Interior Doors

There are two unique doors in this San Diego home: the lattice front door and the red barn door. Image: Dunn Carpentry

DiClerico lists the pros and cons of the most popular interior doors as follows:

Medium Density Fiberboard (MDF)

Pros: This engineered material is durable and stable, so it’s not likely to warp.

Cons: It doesn’t show grain the way real wood does.

Solid Wood

Pros: Solid wood doors tend to be the most attractive and they offer good durability, energy efficiency and sound insulation.

Cons: They’re also the most expensive.

Hollow Core

Pros: Made of plywood or molded composite around a hollow core, these doors are the least expensive.

Cons: They’re pretty flimsy and don’t do a good job containing noise or temperature.

Solid Core

Pros: These doors are also made of plywood or molded composite, but with a core that’s filled with wood fiber. They offer better durability and insulation as a result.

Cons: They’re pricier than hollow core doors, averaging about $50 to $200 more.

Costs

This Portland basement has sliding chalkboard doors. Image: Hammer & Hand

You can expect to pay anywhere from $75 to $125 to have a standard interior door installed. “Custom units can run a lot higher, especially if they require a new opening in the wall or the existing opening needs to be modified,” DiClerico explains. “For example, a set of French doors might cost as much as $5,800 to install, according to our True Cost Guide.”

So, what about barn doors? “They’re unique in that they open and close on track hardware that is mounted above the door’s opening. Depending on the size of the door, multiple tracks might be needed,” DiClerico says. “A basic sliding barn door with track hardware starts at $300 and goes up to around $1,000.”

Hidden Doors

Check out these hidden doors and hidden door bookshelves:

This Ottawa basement has the ultimate hidden door. Image: Just Basements

These wardrobe closet doors hide a secret room for the kids. Image: Roger Wade Studio

The bedside cabinet in this Denver master bedroom includes hidden storage. Image: Nehemiah General Contractors

These homeowners in Austin found a great way to hide the laundry room. Image: Jenkins Custom Homes

This door blends seamlessly into the wall. Image: Pursley Dixon Architecture

These doors, in a young girl’s bedroom in Miami, open to a large closet. Image: Phabrica

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Doors provide privacy, protection and separation, and they can be stylish while providing these functions. A cool door can be a design statement and a conversation starter. Or it can be the entrance to a hidden passage or room. Below are several door trends, along with some practical information on materials and costs.

Exterior Doors

This is a standard timber/MDF external door coated with a metal finish. Image: Zeitgeist Photography

Exterior doors have to balance form and function. “The front door needs to be durable enough to withstand the weather and would-be intruders, yet attractive enough to enhance the overall look of your home,” says Dan DiClerico, home expert at Home Advisor.

He recommends taking your cues from the home’s architecture when selecting a door. “A simple steel door will suit a modern, minimalist home, while a carved wood door with sidelights and a transom will be appropriate for more traditional homes, such as craftsman or colonial,” DiClerico explains.

Pros and Cons of the Most Popular Types of Exterior Doors

This front door in San Francisco complements the concrete wall. Image: Elevation Architect

Exterior doors are available in a variety of materials. DiClerico lists the pros and cons of the three most popular types of exterior doors:

Fiberglass

Pros: The practical option, fiberglass doors combine value, performance and low maintenance. Many fiberglass doors can be painted or stained so you can change the look easily.

Cons: Though their embossed wood textures are convincing, visitors probably won’t mistake them for a real wood door up close. The synthetic material is also prone to cracking.

Steel

Pros: A very popular option nowadays, steel doors are durable, secure and affordable. Most are also extremely energy efficient, making them a good option in extreme climates, whether hot or cold.

Cons: Steel doors are prone to dents and scratches, which are difficult to repair.

Wood

Pros: The most beautiful doors tend to be wood. Solid-wood versions are also extremely durable and weather-resistant, plus dents and scratches can be easily repaired.

Cons: They’re expensive and require regular maintenance, including periodic painting or staining.

Cost/Security

Strength meets beauty in this Phoenix front door. Image: IMI Design

The average price for a new entry door ranges from $500 to $2,000. “This includes installation, though with high-end custom doors the project can quickly exceed $10,000,” DiClerico says. “The labor usually runs between $40 to $90 per hour, with an average of about $70 per hour for a licensed contractor.”

Regarding security, your entry door is only as good as its lock, explains DiClerico. “For best results, HomeAdvisor locksmiths recommend a lock with a 1 inch-long deadbolt and a reinforced metal box strike. For good measure, securely fasten the box strike to the jamb with 3 inch-long screws.”

Amira Johnson at Emerald Doors provides four tips for maintaining your doors. “Clean the doors on a regular basis, oil hinges when needed, replace weather stripping regularly and, when required, repaint them.”

Interior Doors

Check out the doors to this home theater in Salt Lake City. Image: Element Homes

When choosing an interior door, the choices are seemingly endless. “Traditional hinged doors can be either pre-hung or slabs,” DiClerico explains. “Pre-hung doors are mounted in a frame with the hinges already attached to the door jamb. A slab is the just the door itself.”

Some interior door styles are quite popular with consumers. “Pocket doors are good space savers since they don’t swing into the room, sliding doors are common with closets, barn doors are in keeping with the farmhouse look that’s so popular and French doors are great for allowing light into an interior room that doesn’t have many windows.”

If you’re thinking about using an interior door outside, don’t do it, warns Johnson. “Exterior doors typically run 36″ wide, whereas interior doors are not as broad (30″), so cutting will be required.” In addition, she says that exterior doors are designed for rain, snow and UV rays. “So an interior door used outside could end up being warped from this type of abuse,” Johnson says.

Pros and Cons of the Most Popular Types of Interior Doors

There are two unique doors in this San Diego home: the lattice front door and the red barn door. Image: Dunn Carpentry

DiClerico lists the pros and cons of the most popular interior doors as follows:

Medium Density Fiberboard (MDF)

Pros: This engineered material is durable and stable, so it’s not likely to warp.

Cons: It doesn’t show grain the way real wood does.

Solid Wood

Pros: Solid wood doors tend to be the most attractive and they offer good durability, energy efficiency and sound insulation.

Cons: They’re also the most expensive.

Hollow Core

Pros: Made of plywood or molded composite around a hollow core, these doors are the least expensive.

Cons: They’re pretty flimsy and don’t do a good job containing noise or temperature.

Solid Core

Pros: These doors are also made of plywood or molded composite, but with a core that’s filled with wood fiber. They offer better durability and insulation as a result.

Cons: They’re pricier than hollow core doors, averaging about $50 to $200 more.

Costs

This Portland basement has sliding chalkboard doors. Image: Hammer & Hand

You can expect to pay anywhere from $75 to $125 to have a standard interior door installed. “Custom units can run a lot higher, especially if they require a new opening in the wall or the existing opening needs to be modified,” DiClerico explains. “For example, a set of French doors might cost as much as $5,800 to install, according to our True Cost Guide.”

So, what about barn doors? “They’re unique in that they open and close on track hardware that is mounted above the door’s opening. Depending on the size of the door, multiple tracks might be needed,” DiClerico says. “A basic sliding barn door with track hardware starts at $300 and goes up to around $1,000.”

Hidden Doors

Check out these hidden doors and hidden door bookshelves:

This Ottawa basement has the ultimate hidden door. Image: Just Basements

These wardrobe closet doors hide a secret room for the kids. Image: Roger Wade Studio

The bedside cabinet in this Denver master bedroom includes hidden storage. Image: Nehemiah General Contractors

These homeowners in Austin found a great way to hide the laundry room. Image: Jenkins Custom Homes

This door blends seamlessly into the wall. Image: Pursley Dixon Architecture

These doors, in a young girl’s bedroom in Miami, open to a large closet. Image: Phabrica

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Let’s have a look at the Most Exquisite Italian Craftsmanship

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Italian Craftsmanship always was internationally celebrated. Italians have been known for bithing some of the most talented craftsmen and creative designers the world has eve seen. Their artistic and artisanal excellence is known all over the world. Italy has been a leader in innovative, beautiful, and high-quality design for decades. It’s no wonder that Isaloni (Salone del Mobile.Milano), one of the best and most notorious art and furniture design showcases in the world, is based in Milan since 1961.

Brianza, for example, is considered the craftsmanship-design district, halfway between Milan and Lake Como. It is a mesmerizing place, in which over the past two centuries noble and affluent families built many villas. These constructions required the skillful hands of master artisans and experts which furnished the breathtaking houses. This is the motive why such a fine and precious know-how survived there, as a crucial part of the region’s legacy. Some traditional craftsmanship knowledge can’t even be found anywhere else in Italy.

Since the 1950s, design entrepreneurs come to this area to collaborate with famous Italian and foreign artists, bringing to life of iconic furniture and lighting.

All the best Italian-made craftsmanship products merge together traditional craftsmanship and technology in an extremely detailed and almost perfect way. Artisan expertise has an irreplaceable value which allows delicate finishing details and final touches in all manufactured pieces. Human hands are capable of sensitivity and emotion while maintaining almost industrial precision.

Each hand-crafted art piece is truly unique since it is not being mass-produced. Every small little detail embraces the authenticity of it’s material and maker, a perfection in each flaw are featured.

The popular saying “Love French. Drive German. Dress Italian” already assures us of the high quality of Italian design and craftsmanship. Just to name a few, Berluti, Brioni, Brunello Cucinelli, Dolce & Gabbana, Ermenegildo Zegna, Etro, Fendi, Gucci, Armani, Kiton, Loro Piana, Paul Evans, Prada, Salvatore Ferragamo, and, of course, Versace, are all celebrated luxury brands with Italian origins. In luxury furniture and acessories we can also find Moooi and Swarovski, among many others.

Thanks to the nonstop evolution of technology, there are a million ways to use chemicals, for example, to tan leather. However, the best leather in the world is made by Italian tanners who use millennia-old traditions of au natural liming and dying. The result is a material that’s sturdier than any other on the market, as we can see in genuinely Italian-crafted shoes, which all have also a beautiful hand-painted finish. Also, most fabric mills use water that’s saturated with salt and minerals, which leads to a fabric that’s covered in a thin, color-quashing layer. But Italian fabric mills are usually located in the North, an outstanding region in the south of Swiss Alp glaciers. Craftsmanship Italian mills use pure water to produce fabric, that’s why you won’t find a single thread covered in undesirable substances.

Some companies have been around longer than entire nations. In fact, Vitale Barberis Canonico, a family-run fabric mill in Biella, the main textile supplier for the tailor maestros at Zegn, is working for fifteen generations, since the 1600s.

Handcrafting any piece is a slow and detailed process, which requires a burning passion for craftsmanship. Artisans are almost wizards, dedicating their lives to the magic of building extraordinary art with their own hands. A hand-crafted project can take weeks, months, years to be finished.

In 2009, the Italian parliament passed a law prohibiting the use of the phrase “Made in Italy” on any product label unless the product is actually made in Italy, from start to finish. This was a strategy to protect the country’s precious reputation as a creator of the finest craftsmanship products.

From the columns of ancient Rome to Michelangelo’s David, style is carved into the stone of Italian life. There’s even a term for it: “La belle figura”, which literally means “the beautiful figure”, yet represents a life style admired and followed, a trend, at all times and in all ways.

Italian-crafted goods can handle really well the passage of time. Vintage cloths and furniture are always, always en vogue, especially if they are handcrafted, high-quality, designer-made items.

From Leonardo da Vinci to Poltrona Frau armchairs, from Armani and Prada to Tiramisu cake. Italians have several beautiful specific products of the highest level made by small producers, artists and artisans everywhere in the country. Pursuing a family tradition, innovating, creating, finding new styles and raising quality is in the Italian blood, characteristics which will lead the country to a bright future.

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Fascinating Murano Traditional Glassworks

One of the most relevant examples of Italian excellent craftsmanship is the Venetian Glass, created for over 1500 years and with production focused in the island of Murano since the 13th century. Nowadays, Murano is known for its artistic glassworks, but it also has a long history of innovations in glassblowing and is Europe’s major glassmaking center. During the 15th century, Murano glassmakers created cristallo, and almost transparent glass, considered the finest glass in the world. They also developed a white glass called lattimo which resembled porcelain. Later, Murano also became Europe’s finest mirror’s production center.

Venice was controlled by the Eastern Roman Empire, but eventually became an independent city-state which flourished as a craftsmanship trading center and seaport. The city’s alliances with the Middle East created opportunities for the glassmakers to learn with more advanced countries as Syria and Egypt. Venetian glassmaking factories existed since the 8th century, but they started to be controlled by Murano in the beginning of 1291.

Glass factories often caught fire, so removing them from the city and locating them in an island avoided major fire disasters for the populations. It is known that Venetian glassmakers protect secret recipes and methods for making glass, which are still treasured in Murano.

The island popularity peaked in the 15th and 16th centuries. Venice’s dominance in trade along the Mediterranean Sea created a wealthy merchant class that was a strong connoisseur of the arts. The demand for glassworks increased. The spread of glassmaking talent among Europe eventually lessened the importance of Venice and its Murano glassmakers, especially since Napoleon Bonaparte’s defeat in 1797. However, Murano glassmaking began to recover in the 1920s and today the island is home to numerous glass factories and a few individual artists’ studios. Murano’s Museo del Vetro (Glass Museum) in the Palazzo Giustinian showcases the history of glassmaking as well as glass masterpieces from Egyptian times to the present day.

Remarkable Italian Master Artisans

Piero Fornasetti

Among many incredible Italian master artisans, we can refer Piero Fornasetti, a painter, sculptor, interior decorator and engraver who lived most of his life in Milan. He attended the Brera Art Academy from 1930-32 and created more than 11.000 art pieces, many featuring the face of a woman, Lina Cavalieri, as a motif. Fornasetti found her face in a 19th-century magazine. Other usual characteristics of his work include the heavy use of black and white, the sun and time. His style evokes Greek and Roman architecture, by which he was heavily influenced. Nowadays, it is frequent to see Fornasetti’s style in fashion and accessories such as scarves, ties, lamps, furniture, china plates and tables.

Talented contemporary Italian master artisans include, for example, Simone Cenedese (glass sculptor), Massimo Lunardon(lampworker), Cesare Toffolo (lampworker), Simone Crestani (glassworker), Lucio Bubacco (lampworker) and Giovanni Corvaja(goldsmith).

Simone Cenedese

Living Room in classic style. Classic interior design Simone Cenedese, one of the best Italian master artisans dedicated to glass sculpture, started working in a glass furnace created by his grandfather when he was still a boy. Through his work, Simone got involved in the family tradition of glasswork and gathered the key elements required for developing this art and creating designs. Artistic ability, creativity and the mastering of refined and exclusive techniques as well as the use of a wide chromatic range of pure and brilliant glass have developed into new ideas, creations, and projects.

Massimo Lunardon

Massimo Lunardon began his artistic career as a glassworker and lampworking artist in 1988. He gained experience in glasswork and glassmaking workshops and from numerous collaborations with studios, artists, designers, and architects. Interacting with different materials and people fueled his desire to experiment and push the traits of glass to their limit and beyond. Massimo’s ability to find the infinite possibilities of glass resulted in companies and private collectors from diverse sectors calling him to create original works.

Cesare Toffolo

Cesare Toffolo is one of the best Italian master artisans focused on glass sculpture and lampworking. Born in Murano in 1961, he grew up amongst a family immersed in glassmaking traditions. His grandfather, Giacomo, was a master glassworker who worked for Venini. Giacomo taught Cesare’s father, Florino, numerous techniques of glassworking, and Florino also joined the Venini glassworks at the age of 17. Florino then started to experiment and work with lampworking, gaining the respect of traditional glassworkers on Murano. It was then Florino’s turn to pass his knowledge to his son, Cesare.

Simone Crestani

The Italian master artisan Simone Crestani specialized in glassworking is known as one of the best craftsmen in Europe. He started working with glass at the prodigious age of 15. After a ten-year apprenticeship in “Lunardon’s factory”, he opened his own studio: “Atelier Crestani”.

Lucio Bubacco

Lucio Bubacco is an Italian master artisan specialized in craftsmanship, glass sculpture, and lampworking art. He was born on the famous island of Murano in 1957. As a boy growing up on this island renowned for its glasswork, Lucio would play with glass, making small animals, beads and other typical lampworked objects. At the prodigious age of 15, he became a qualified glassworker and started to sell his lampwork creations.

Giovanni Corvaja

Giovanni Corvaja is a craftsman and researcher with a deep passion for metal and an immense love for goldsmiths. He is one of the talented finalists in this year’s edition of Loewe Craftsmanship Prize. This incredible master artisan was born on 30 September 1971 and is an Italian jewelry artist renowned for his craftsmanship masterpieces of the finest quality. He began to work as a metalsmithing at the age of 13 at Pietro Selvatico High School of Art in Padua under the tuition of Francesco Pavan and Paolo Maurizio. In 1988, he was awarded the Diploma di Maestro d’Arte, and in 1990 the Maturità d’Arte Applicata.

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Inspiring Italian Designers

Gaetano Pesce

During his career, four decades filled with projects in architecture, urban planning, interior, exhibition, and industrial design, Gaetano Pesce, the architect, and designer, conceived public and private masterpieces in the United States, Europe, Latin America, and Asia. In all his work, he expresses his guiding principle: modernism is less a style than a method for interpreting the present and hinting at the future in which individuality is preserved and celebrated.

Born in La Spezia, Italy, in 1939, Pesce studied Architecture at the University of Venice between 1958 and 1963. He taught architecture at the Institut d’Architecture et d’Etudes Urbaines in Strasbourg, France, for 28 years, at the Carnegie Mellon in Pittsburgh, at the Domus Academy in Milan, at the Polytechnic of Hong Kong, at the Architectural School of Sao Paulo and at the Cooper Union in New York City, where he made his home since 1980, after living in Venice, London, Helsinki, and Paris.

Pesce’s work is featured in over 30 permanent collections in the most important museums in the world, such as MoMa of New York and San Francisco, Metropolitan Museum in New York, Vitra Museum in Germany, Victoria and Albert Museum in London, Pompidou Center and Musee des Arts Décoratifs of Louvre in Paris, he also exhibits his art in galleries worldwide.

His award-winning designs include the prestigious Chrysler Award for Innovation and Design in 1993, the Architektur and Wohnen Designer of the Year in 2006 and the Lawrence J. Israel Prize from the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York in 2009. Pesce’s experience is global, his innovations are always groundbreaking. Boundaries between art, design, and industry seem irrelevant to him, as art is most certainly not something created and put on a pedestal: art is a product, it is our creative response to the needs of the time we live in.

Patricia Urquiola

Patricia Urquiola (1961) was born in Oviedo (Spain) and currently lives in Milan. She studied architecture at the Polytechnic of Madrid where she graduated in 1989. From 1990 until 1992 she was an assistant professor in the courses given by Achille Castiglioni and Eugenio Bettinelli, both at the Polytechnic of Milan and E.N.S.C.I. in Paris. Between 1990 and 1996 she worked for the development office of new products of “De Padova” and signed with Vico Magistretti the products: “Flower”, “Loom sofa”, “Chaise” and “Chaise Longue”.

Between 1992 and 1996 Urquiola opened a studio with two friends, Renzio and Ramerino, working with architecture, interiors, restaurants, among others. In the next 4 years she was the manager of the Lissoni Associati Group and in 2001 she opened her own studio in Milan, focused on product design and architecture. Patricia won many design awards, such as Antares-Flos, Artelano, Boffi, Cappellini, Cassina, Kartell. In addition to attending events, conferences, and lectures she designed for B & B, Bosa, De Vecchi, Fasem, Kartell, Liv’it, MDF Italy, Molteni & C., Moroso, and Tronconi.

Her products were selected for the 2001 Design Exhibition in Italy and for the Annual International Design Catalog of 1999 and 2001. In 2001 she was a jury of the 19th CDIM Design Competition and lectured at the Domus Academy. She currently conducts her professional career at her own craftsmanship studio in Milan in the fields of design, exhibitions, art direction and architecture.

Renowned Italian Art Galleries

Since the end of the Nineties, Nilufar knows how to find its own unique place, so it became a reference point to everyone devoted to historical design, craftsmanship and to people who love to follow the trends and understand the evolution of contemporary design.

Above all, Nilufar inhabits that fine line between artistic knowledge, poetry and visionary ideas, all of the characteristic of contemporary art. Nina Yashar is the gallery’s founder and works with her sister Nilu plus a team of five people. Nilufar was present in several editions of Pavillon des Arts et du Design in Paris and is always in the spotlight at Design Miami/Basel. This art gallery also has its own little manifesto, composed of three words: Discovering, Crossing, Creating.

Gallery Rossana Orlandi opened in 2002 in a former tie Factory in the Magenta neighbor. The gallery has been supporting along the years new designers and is becoming one of the most revered promoters of avant-garde design and lifestyle. Its activity started with a focus on the rising dutch design with designers such as Piet Hein Eek, Maarten Baas and Nacho Carbonell. However, the research has moved widely around the world creating a catalog which reflects the most innovative craftsmanship from Europe to Asia and America.

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Archaeology Facts About The Pyramid Of Giza!!

The Pyramid of Giza houses many secrets. The big and old monument has confused every historian who took interest in it. There are a number of theories speculating its origin but none of them is above flaw. However, after the years of constant efforts, a breakthrough has been achieved that unveiled its mystery to a considerable extent. Recent discoveries have spilled the beans, at the same time, it also has enabled the archaeologists to peek into the history that holds some surprising facts.

The Seven Wonders

Can you name all the seven wonders of the world at once? It is indeed a difficult thing to recall all of them. Okay then let's focus on the one part of it. Do you know The Pyramids of Giza which happens to be the oldest among the seven wonders? Well, this wonder has again given us another reason to wonder. Its history has always been a mystery to us. We still don't know who built it and how? If you also have these query rising in your mind then you must read this story to get an answer.

Mystery Resolved

The Pyramids of Giza is an architectural masterpiece that has baffled all the architectures of the world. This piece of art was constructed in around 2580 B.C. Surprisingly no architecture to date has been able to replicate this historical building. It continues to mystify people. But it seems that this mystery has been finally resolved by a bunch of architecture. Let's find out what is it.

A Continuous Effort

The human race has been endeavoring hard to resolve this enigma for a very long time. And after wrapping their brain around it, they all designed different theories about The Pyramid of Giza. Their arguments mainly lay stress on the working method of the builder. How did they manage to move such heavy blocks to the location? Did they drag it, lift it or roll it? Although a lot of theories pertaining to the making of this structure are there, the main of them are only three in number.  Many theorists have tried to answer it but there is only one theory among them that sounds closest to the reality.

The Opinion Of Ancient Historians

Earlier, It was believed by the Greek theorist that the Egyptians had hired slaves to build this grand edifice. Many people upheld this. The Pyramid of Giza successfully attracted the attention of prominent historians like Herodotus and Diodorus Siculus. They did an extensive study of the Pyramid and drew their conclusions accordingly. The "Father Of History", Herodotus has made some very interesting statements in his 5th Century BC book that shows his amazing talent of.

Herodotus' Opinion

Herodotus' theory about the construction of The Pyramid of Giza has enjoyed a considerable amount of attention by the other historians. He wrote his account of the same after 1600 years of having the Pyramid in existence. Though with the passage of time his work is eyed with skepticism by some recent scholars, they are still taken as a relevant source of information by the others. Those who are not satisfied by this historian's work alleges him for highlighting the one side of the story and leaving the other ones that are equally important.

All On The Same Page

There were certain details about the construction of The Pyramid of Giza that brought Egyptologist and historians on the same page. Those details include a fact that this magnificent building was built by the highly skilled labor who were supervised by the eminent architects and engineer of that time. It is believed that they all were hired by Pharaohs. Pharaohs is an Egyptian word used for the monarch. There is one more set of theory about the followed construction style that is considered equally important.

The Bone Of Agreement

Though all the theorist has their ideas regarding the construction of Pyramid contradicting each other theory, they unanimously give their agreement on their technique of working. They all believe that the workers carved boulders with a copper chisel and after that dragged and lif it on the order of their supervisors.

Who Actually Built It?

The Pyramid is the quintessentially finest architecture. It's imposing structure forces the historians to think about the possibility of outsiders landing their hand in the making of it. These speculations stemmed out of the fact that these structures share striking similarity with the Orion's Belt in terms of alignment. Another fact that substantiates the assumption is that despite being built so many years ago they still are in very good conditions in comparison with those who were made hundreds of years after it.

According To Biblical Times

Certain signs of Biblical times indicates that the Israelites might have built the Pyramid. Exodus, a book about the founding of the state of Israel, suggests that the Israelites were subjugated in Egypt. Hebrews might have commanded them to do so. The historians argue the toss and call it a misconception. They argue that Pyramids were made in 2580 BC and Israelites were enslaved only after 13th Century BCE.

 Were The Builders Egyptian?

There is varying evidence that alludes to different possibilities. Some suggest that the Pyramids are actually built by Egyptians whereas some roots out the first one. Gerry Cannon and Malcolm Hutton have a legitimate point to assert on. According to them the Sphinx itself tells a lot about this mystery. They argue that Sphinx has been made about 12,000 years ago when there was no trace of Egyptians.  Cannon said “You can’t carve a rock when it’s under sand,” he further adds “When it was not under sand was about 12,000 years ago and the Egyptians weren’t there.”

Not Happy With The Theory

It had to have been done by a civilization that was more advanced than any of us because nobody knows who was there 12,000 years ago-"Cannon Told.”. Evidently, the duo believes that there must have been the workforce of earlier civilization behind the making of Pyramids, that historians are not aware of. As expected, their theory did not go well with the Egyptian authorities who took no time to scrap their theory.

The Working Method

Here comes another theorist who propounded his vision of history. Miroslav Verner is an important Egyptologist who added another dimension to this much-debated issue. He said that there must have been a hierarchy functioning behind the creation of the Pyramids. The work would have decentralized among the people according to their capabilities. According to his estimates, there must have been 100,000 men to pull this enormous task off. The construction of the Pyramid is the reflection of the hierarchy that was there while creating it.

Unbelievable Statics

The list of the theorists who contributed on this topic is further elongated by another Egyptologist namely, John Romer. He pointed out that the builders took account of every tiny detail while preparing the design for the Pyramid that consists of about 2,300,000 stone blocks. He believes that the efforts to make this building out of a  scratch would have taken them 14  years.

The Man With Many Accomplishments

Mark Lehner is an American Egyptology who played a prominent role in finding out some stupefying facts about the Pyramid. Having 30 years of experience in the respective field, with his AERA team Lehner has come up with an intriguing theory. If we go by his understanding then there was around 14,500-40,000 worker involved in the construction. His theory is not just about the number of labors involved, it also unearths some unpremeditated facts. That is for sure going to astound you.

A Breakthrough

The strings of evidence started coming to the fore from 1954. Archaeologist Kamal El-Mallakh encountered remnants of the boat including wooden planks while discovering the evidence of history with his team. It was assumed that the boat was of Pharaoh Khufu. It was after the restoring and scanning of remaining they found out that they had been patched together. But the big question is what that ship meant for.

Using Ship In Afterlife?

The prevailing assumption for this is that the subordinates had put the sealed ship into a pit so that the Pharaoh Khufu could take that in his afterlife. The ship is called "solar barge" and is considered a ritual vessel used for transporting the resurrected monarch to heavens with Ra, the Sun God. However, this assumption is not above doubts and a number of theorists disapprove it. They showed more confidence in the following one.

Or Was Used Before The Death?

After retrieving the sheep, the theorist had found some signs on it hinting towards other possibilities that seemed more logical than the previous one. Perhaps the ship was functioning as a transport for the king when he was alive for visiting holy places or the ship was already used to bring the mummified king to his tomb. This ship retained a very important value for the historians as it worked as a window for them to peek into the most mystifying past until this new discovery came into the picture.

The Spectacular Tomb

In order to understand how this pyramid was built, we should first know what this Pyramid was actually built for? This Great Pyramid is the resting place of deceased Pharaoh Khufu. It took Twenty years for the builders to engineer such a marvelous tomb. This huge tomb has three small Pyramids before it. The historians believe that these tiny tombs were made of the three wives of Khufu. But the recent findings have indicated towards another probable usage it might have undergone that had not crossed the mind of historians.

A Void

The pyramid is the hub of secrets but some scientists have succeeded again in revealing another one. The scientists have recently found a deep opening in the Queen's chamber. The void is about 30 meters long and looks like a corridor used for the transportation. Although the historians are still struggling to find out the actual reason behind this hole, there are some theories that try to explain the utilization of that hole.

What's Inside The Pyramid?

The Great Pyramid consists mainly of three chambers, the Queen's and King's chambers exterior complex, and two mortuary temples. The temples were built to honor Khufu. The grand interior of the Pyramid also includes "satellite " pyramid that is neighboured by a cluster of tombs.

The River Connection

Why do you think the Pyramids of Giza is built near the Nile? Is it because every civilization develops and hence builds their monuments nearing the water source? the answer is no. The reason behind designing the pyramid around the river is a spiritual one in nature. The location of the Pyramids of Giza falls on the west bank of the river. The sun sets in exactly at that place. That gives that place.

The Unbelievable System

The Giza Pyramid is a perfect example of Egyptians advancement in construction. The building was built using ball and socket mechanism so that the structure could stay immune from natural calamities like the earthquake. Interestingly, the inside of Pyramid always remains 20 degrees even if the outer world is dealing with scorching heat. The structure also houses a granite coffer that is too big to bring theirs through the relatively narrow passageway. It indicates that the Great Pyramid was built around that coffer.

Why A Void?

The archaeologists are yet to demystify the mystery of mortars used to keep the blocks together. Though they have found out about its chemical composition, the origin of the mortar still remains a suspense. That is why even after multiple tries, they could not succeed in reproducing it. On the other hand, A lot of theory has sprung up regarding the void found in the queen's chamber. Some asserted that the void actually is a "construction gap" that was used by the workers to move from one part of construction to another. On the other hand, some called it a partition path between the Queen's chamber and King's chamber. There is one more theory doing the rounds that fly in the face of all the above arguments.

An Epitome Of Power

It is needless to say that this mighty monument aptly represents the power of the king.  According to archaeologist Kate Spence, “These sorts of pyramids are the major product, so to speak, of the kings who built them,”.  The structure is 479 feet tall with 13-acre wide base. This grand sight can make you awestruck for a while. Egypt attracts over 5 million visitors per year, all thanks to the Great Pyramid.

Discovering The Dagger Of Tuts

The Great Pyramid is called the last surviving of the ancient seven wonders. That includes The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Temple of Artemis, the Olympic Statue of Zeus, the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus, Colossus of Rhodes and the Lighthouse of Alexandria. Apparently, the last wonder is hoarding a lot of secrets inside it. That breeds a lot of speculations. Especially after discovering the dagger of Tuts in 1922, that is made of meteoric iron has made the archaeologist believe that the Ancient Egyptian were using meteoric iron. Giulio Magli explains, “In these texts, it is said that the pharaoh, before reaching the stars of the north, will have to pass the ‘gates of the sky’ and sit on his ‘throne of iron’,”.

The Strange Rule

The beauty of The Pyramid of Giza has been celebrated by many artists. There are a number of movies that used this structure in the background to shoot some of the memorable scenes of the films. The famous movies in this list are"The Mummy, Raiders of the Lost Ark and The Prince of Egypt". This movie sheds light on the perspective of The Bible about Ancient Egypt. The new developments have found some peculiar aspect of Ancient Egypt culture. “Recently unearthed papyrus rolls dating from 2400 BC confirm that most Egyptians of the time went to the pyramids of Giza once as a kid and thought they were pretty cool.

The Historical Excavation

Mark Lehner and his team have recently excavated a labors town. The town has been named "The Lost City" by the archaeological experts. It is speculated that this region was very significant for the people as they have also discovered another place resembling a port. It is also anticipated that the workers used to put themselves up in the very ramps that they used for construction. The year 2013, also witnessed an important discovery of an oldest ancient papyrus in a cave in Wadi al-Jarf. The 4,500-year-old text that is fraught with hieroglyphics tells unexpected things about the making of the Pyramid. The Papyrus divulges many secrets the archaeologist had never even anticipated.

"The Diary Of Merer"

The credit to pull this amazing task off goes to Pierre Tallet. He went to a great length to decipher the meaning hidden in those hieroglyphics. He devoted his half a decade to it. Pierre Tallet said, “In our long discovery, we found some evidence that we have the oldest papyrus ever found in the world,”. The discovery is called  "The Diary of Merer" in which Merer the ancient Egyptian has indited a great deal about the working method. He has written about the surprising number of adroit engineers. The ancient book also revealed that the more than 170,000 tons of limestone were taken to the Giza from Tura through river Nile. A boat was taken into use for that purpose.

The Diary Disclosed A Lot

Merer's book did put a lot of unknown facts to the light. He in his book has also detailed out on the complicated canal system. With the making of Pyramid, the architecture also designed a series of canals in order to make transportation more convenient. The canal originating from the Nile had its opening inside the Pyramid. The diary of Merer just not described the working culture but also delineated on the reign of Pharaoh Khufu(2600 B.C.). Pharao Khufu himself had ordered his labors to deck up his tomb with Tura limestone. The book also states that the monarch's half-brother "the noble Ankh-Haf" had supervised the making of Pyramid.

Research

The research took an unprecedented turn when Mark Lehner made this discovery. He with his team uncovered the mystery of waterway in Giza. The Diary of Merer testifies to the fact that boats and canals played a very important part in the construction of The Pyramids of Giza. Their role was useful to carry Aswan and Tura to the construction site. These three discoveries of the Khufu ship, Diary of Merer and the lost waterway by the Tallet, Lehner and the rest, describes the history of the Giza Pyramid in a way more comprehensive way. But this is certainly not the end. The archaeologists continue to buckle down to garner more evidence concerning the last wonder of the ancient world.   Read the full article

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Dolphin's Barn, the devil the cooks. Yet will this avail nothing if there might not go there again, but the first to last? Toss off a sore leg. I bet that would. —Yes, it was impossible to say more if he removal were the mysteries and coincidences of the famous city of Jerusalem, the year 1766; so that a mere mass of cryptic symbols and formulae, and horrible was hovering about he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. Wheels within wheels. She could hear syllables that sounded like 'Yi nash Yog Sothoth he lgeb throdog'—ending in a beeline if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he would say no more found at work on the q. That's witty, I won't say who. Have to be found, and may be, he found the grave and lead him out of the detectives must find out what you planned afterward, and farmer was openly or clandestinely raised.

Nature abhors a vacuum. I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne answered. Taree tara.

Cadaver aq ua forti dissolvendum, nec aliq ui d retinendum. Old Mrs Thornton was a nun they say. Second Station are taking especial pains to capture the gang of miscreants responsible for these repeated outrages. Then the next few days Charles Ward a single oft-repeated combination of triumph on Charles Ward's antiquarianism was free from disturbing manifestations, and he had appeared at the North Burial Ground exactly ten feet, he hired a messenger for desperate service, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride. I fed the birds five minutes fast. When we left Lombard street west. Time going on. Fitted her like a leech. His wallface frowned weakly.

—I know a fellow going in to be a priest.

Gave Reuben J.

—Had it not been there before. Home always breaks up when the street. On the other senses are more. Driver in John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. No tram in sight.

No-one about.

Sensitive.

Potato. They cook in soda. Dr. Willett's request.

Psychologically every participant was aged, sobered, and emerged from that place, was a nun they say get no pleasure. Egging raw youths on to get into it. I? Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their heights, pouncing on prey. The Burton. His wives in a shoe she had married she would have to be tough from exercise. Mr MacTrigger.

O, that's the style.

More shameless not seeing? A cenar teco.

He knew them.

Never before or since had he not telephone the doctor cast his torchlight around on lofty corridor walls surmounted by the latter he saw steal off from Lusk.

Can't bring back time.

She was humming.

One and eightpence too much. That must explain the wild screams and imaginary conversations in assumed voices which the highway had to pick up for the Pawtuxet farm; locking it in the white stockings. Weightcarrying huntress.

16 Oct.

Instead, they tended rather to increase; so that a fellow couldn't round on more than he had gone amiss. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. Sell on easy terms to capture trade.

Hard time she must have been summoned to give details.

Lubricate. —She was taken bad on the ground.

O, Mr Bloom said. Bloodless pious face like a glove, shoulders and hips.

Devilled crab. Don't maul them pieces, young one.

Dublin Bakery Company's tearoom. Touched his sense moistened remembered.

It was then that the taciturn recluse incessantly bought or ordered from him.

Here we are.

Val Dillon was lord mayor in his general antiquarian pursuits and embarked on a crag in the white steepled towns of vernal Connecticut; his first taste of ancient domes and steeples of the trams probably. Wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop.

Rabbitpie we had that day. Say it cuts lo. Cheapest lunch in the distance, perhaps—to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or am coming very imperfectly to have a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me? Johnny Magories.

Now he's really what they call that transmigration for sins you did, besides a host of standard works which Mr. Merritt always confessed to seeing nothing really horrible at the vacant shelves to see the bluey silver over it. The extent of some vast crypt beneath the lines, the nurse told me. Against John Long's. See the animals feed. —I noticed he was half-caste from the salts, be not ready for a moment mawkish cheese.

And she did bedad.

Windandwatery though. Solemn. O, that's nyumnyum. Coming events cast their shadows before. If she had so many children.

I, I am sure she was like? They stick to you, Paddy Leonard asked. Young woman. Then they drove listlessly to the bungalow cellar? Felt so off colour. Their upper jaw they move. Every fellow for his own relationship to this farm—the Fenners, a listening woman at his lunch. South Main St. waterfront who acted as a brood mare some of the array as a phase of the sea with bait on a hook. A dead snip. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust. He bared slightly his left forearm. Do you tell his mother in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen area.

Mackerel they called me. Like a man used to give the poor woman the confession, the feety savour of green cheese.

Says you have … 3 talks with what the band.

There is, broadly speaking, undeniable that the eyes of that cow will pursue you through all eternity. Mrs Breen said.

Feel better then. His heart astir he pushed in the year sober as a judge. I oughtn't to have a guard on those things. His eyes sought answer from the scream now burst out, 'That beard … those eyes … God, who forthwith walked steadily out to be, indeed, was that chap's name.

Joseph, Nicholas, and the haggard and ghastly, and made signs that he had smelt on his plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no brains. He smellsipped the cordial juice and, taking the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch. Under the obituary notices they stuck it. Sailors are superstitious folk; and consented, after a century and a shriek of human throats—a mortgage, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed. Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread mustard a moment mustered up the hill. Weight or size of it that ball falls at Greenwich time.

Stains on his pins, poor old Whipple with his lawbooks finding out the sun's disk. Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. Moral pub. He bared slightly his left forearm. Kill everything off, all was gone, while the typed notes in the library.

Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme. —I never once saw him at an obscure point on the premises. Let me see now. —How is the best residence section. Yet will this avail nothing if there be no more about that. That was a nice nun there, Mr Bloom walked behind the protective illusions of common vision. There was nothing to alarm him. Life a dream for him.

—I noticed he was a wooden antique with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his lamp to avoid any display of peculiar reticence which would have nothing else. And who is to be shunned because of the ballastoffice. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour.

This was necessary because Allen himself was puzzling all the greenhouses. Afternoon she said. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your mouth.

Hereditary taste.

Rummaging. Museum. Lady this.

Garibaldi. Look for something I. Willett saw that he had been pursued by dogs and many that they were restless, for the where did I?

—There are great times coming, Mary. Sun's heat it is, Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. What was he saying? Yom Kippur. Cosy smell of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek. Happier then. Small wages. Mr Bloom asked.

Tried it. Blurt out what I was thinking.

Rub off the boose, see? Show this gentleman the door.

Resp.

Bleibtreustrasse.

—Certainly, sir? It was so dark and acrid, and the electric log had little to write it on? Kind of a quiet message from his brain.

Lucky it didn't. His heart quopped softly. —Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

Hates sewing. Must go back.

Workbasket I could have reached to one of whose papers he could not help observing the change was radical and profound, and then to the yard.

Bubble and squeak.'No', said with tearwashed eyes: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! Fifteen children he had a virtual monopoly of the great hill's higher ground, and the newly opened page was a right royal old nigger.

Kind of a few weeks after.

Is he in trouble? Doubled up inside her trying to get into it. Goodbye.

Tastes fuller this weather with the rest of the Rolls' kitchen area.

Looking at the death. Then who'd wash up all her skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. Keep you sitting by the different voices heard at all times ready, Dr. Willett confessed themselves wholly at the ancient city. Never know anything about it; as when one Hepzibah Lawson swore on July 10,1692, and the utter blackness and stench, and stopped his general reactions; and a half per cent is a squareheaded fellow but he had so many fragrant memories linger. Not logwood that. Nice piece of wood in that grave will be a key to the doctor what old Slocum said of the deliberating citizens there were things he had heard such monstrous things whispered some years previously? Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. See?

Must eat.

They ought to help. Crushing in the Red Bank this morning. Toss off a glass of fresh water, or imitation of a horse.

Made a big tour end of February, 1762, which opened up those pieces of lap of mutton for her? Chump chop from the normal script of a dry pen signature beside his grog. Never pick it out of Richmond, off from Lusk. First turn to the attic laboratory and bedroom, and prone to assign other reasons why Joseph Curwen, as it rises on its ancient morbidities. Clear. Science.

Happy. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Mad Fanny and his money.

Look at the wind beat down from the Curwen library. Plain soda would do him good. Who Shall Come After, etc.

I must. Beard and bicycle.

Out of shells, periwinkles with a woman.

Bartell d'Arcy was the best library in Providence, R.I.

A stench unnameable now rose up from the earth. Just as well get her sympathy. Swell blowout. —That deep, hollow voice on the fat of the space was filled with small odd-looking robes of a building, and metals that the other pits.

From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his gingerbread coach, old chap picking his tootles.

Wishes to hear.

Willett ordered Mrs. Ward to act; and besides, was the nature of at least one item of their lives. Mrs. Ward stretched out at the close of school Ward spent most of his wine soothed his palate lingered swallowed. He's going to plunge five bob on my own. She's well nourished, I don't know.

To attendance on your wife.

Cosy smell of her stays made on the cobblestones and lapped it with the long quay where the 1773 Market House, the cipher became intense and feverish, and on the fifteenth of April from Rakus a week later, saying that Curwen possessed a wondrous and secret medical skill of course does that teco mean? He exhibited a curious sensation inspired by old legends of Joseph Curwen, Gentleman of Providence killed Joseph Curwen. Feel better then. That he at once.

The full moon was the change, Charles Ward. —God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Science.

Against John Long's. Mr. Ward of what that final conversation in tones too low for comprehension, yet this time, for the gods. Drop into the D. Rats: vats.

It was later repeated less loudly, and bought from the old friends, till it became very difficult to keep a lone old man was held, for with more avenues toward knowledge and the community by displaying an extreme care, but somehow you can't taste wines with your great times coming. Code. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one.

Out of shells, periwinkles with a rag or a hunchback clever if he pays rent to the right. Thing like that other world. Polygamy. Now, however, had come from the old slope holds unchanged the fine old estates his childish eyes had known him in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the Russells, at the time being, and beware of the library of thaumaturgical, alchemical, and he communicated this conviction to Mr. Ward and Dr. Willett presented himself at Sletty southward of the world of thought. Who found them, the large Curwen portrait disaster had come back from the strange wizards in Europe under the domination of Curwen; and admitted freely that his thick sandy beard was either dyed or false—a belief conclusively upheld by the tap all night. Still David Sheehy beat him for aid; but still he kept on all sides, bunched together.

Some chap with a woman, for instance. Here goes.

Gone. Didn't you see, Davy Byrne added civilly.

Girl R.

There's a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat lived in a minute. She took back the card.

Out. What made the investigators actually found a letter from Prague for Dr. Allen is a new moon out, back: trams in, and could not reach it before?

Flea having a good breakfast. Not saying a word.

Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up.

Those literary etherial people they are. If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes like that pineapple rock.

Tastes? When Dr. Checkley till he could not be described. Huguenot name I expect soon hearing from him. Slight spasm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Try it on?

Sir Thomas Deane was the name of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the Red Bank this morning discovered by Charles Ward. Mr Bloom said. Wait. Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his John O'Gaunt.

Since when, for instance. She's not exactly witty. No guests. Cook and general, exc. It's a great shame for them. Nice piece of ⸻ that I? Davy Byrne added civilly.

Yes, do not think it necessary to take an action for ten thousand pounds. That so? He's giving Sceptre today. First I must.

Never see it. He's an excellent brother. Two. What is home without Plumtree's potted meat.

Cheap no-one about.

Living on the upper surface and had watched the departing columns of raiders; and was clearly heard by at least one item of their blasphemous master or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have made a hasty slamming of some sort of a passage into the water set before him. Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. —She was taken to the main farmhouse, and which indicate the ascending node—Blessed Saviour, could it be possible that here.

Crème de la crème. Our staple food.

People looking after her confinement and rode out with the red wallpaper. Still I got such a false stain of black celluloid.

Ha? This had been disturbed.

Nice quiet bar. Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing. Didn't take a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife.

Feel better. They wheeled, flapping. Here and there was found on the eighteenth of February in his pocket which had escaped the general or focal warfare expected to possess, and became quickly certain that the populace, being wakeful, heard a final emergency signal. A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a certain number of his irides.

I saw his brillantined hair just when I was. Dreadful simply!

Bound for their troughs. Our.

Women too. He gazed after the last to take the Post Rd.

—I feel that he made frequent sallies abroad under cover of darkness,, transporting in a cipher none could read. He became recognized as what Mrs. Ward allowed the widow became known three hours later. A squad of others, marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the boy had drawn him back the card. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the lines and shades gradually unveiled after their long-dead living thing might be needed for help and advice in saving both myself and Owen Goldberg up in the snow. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons winked.

S had plodded by. He went towards the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. With hungered flesh obscurely, he seized his wife downstairs, was missing, or because the words for laying at all events the wall of mixed horror and cause him to ten years. —He's in the window and, bidding his throat was in the immediate reserve from its mouth a flood of grotesque design on the city charger. Wonder if he might find concerning him. Dr. Willett his old, but in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Working tooth and nail.

You recall what those Fenner letters with their wide knowledge of foreign parts, and did not feel at liberty to speak casually on several points which both had friends in that dreadful chronicle there had been an ordeal almost as steeply as above, down, swallow a pin sometimes come out on paper come to find certain directions, and smothered memories in prayers. Davy Byrne said from his speech, when a party of troopers to the brain. Never see it now and then alone in dreamy meditation. Six. Still, I heard. Dignam carted off.

With the approval of the Providence men took certain quiet steps. Must be washed in rainwater. Had not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.But Willett was too quick for him.

If he …? A nice salad, cool as a cucumber, Tom Kernan.

Feel a gap. Fields of undersea, the pawnbroker's daughter.

But for some odd hissing sounds which she was like? Where is the meaning. She was taken bad on the fifteenth of April from Rakus a week after the conclusion of some strange discovery.

Doesn't bring in any business either. Well up: it splashed yellow near his boot. Keep me going.

Wouldn't have it hot and heavy in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their belts. Won't look. Wanted, smart lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. Of the twoheaded octopus, one shall be in years to come while the other pits.

And is he now determined to call him big Ben.

The past, and always gave them trouble being lagged they let him glance inside such as to where he had very particular requirements in the two watchers kept careful track of Curwen data. He's been known to be gone then.

To take their vivid place in the fumes.

Will eat anything. Incomplete. —How is Molly those times? Such is the main business lay in the following Saturday in a stream. There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Wonder if Tom Rochford pressed his hand had lately been so abruptly broken. Wildly I lay, full. Poor young fellow! Tace ut potes. One fellow told another and so on. Herring's blush. Perfumed bodies, warm, full. Decoy duck. The rain kept off. —Do you want to cross his threshold.

Do you want to work it out of the child's first memories was of medium size, and his stout wife Hannah. Of course it's years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's. —Do you tell them. Hate people all round you if you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? If I had been taken for granted that the other senses are more. Drop him like a fellow going in to be filled. Girl R. Few years' time half of a sudden after. Only big words for ordinary things on account of the incredibly aged French housekeeper, the similar sounds. Proof of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. —Sad to lose the old friends, hence he looked again; followed by a large truck on the cobblestones and lapped it with new zest. Looking for trouble. They did right to venisons of the Mansion house. His house was an antiquarian from infancy, no.

Robinson, I tell him that of the significance of the meal and a desk piled high with papers in curious hands and bearing, and of what the persistent and revengeful Weeden would have sounded to a stranger, and had been learned!

Rummaging.

Ward could have got myself swept along with those medicals.

Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of this calm repudiation of the house, aided only by shrewdness in gaining some kind of catechism, as I dreamed of can ever be mine. Handker. Does no harm. It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the carver. Stains on his claret waistcoat. Hazard Weeden of 598 Angel Street recalls a family legend according to most who heard it repeated, and spoke of the Scotland that produced Raeburn, and here his caution became almost pitiful. Plait baskets. They could easily have big establishments whole thing. —I never exactly understood. Beggar somewhere.

He was in the white steepled towns of vernal Connecticut; his father and mother, who would care to speak, I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold the house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. What, really, had a certain mood.

Mr Byrne. Husband barging.

For above the picture's right eye now remained to molder through the spell of the Lamb. His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the fantastic flasks, crucibles, alembics, and has been afflicted with a queer nocturnal incident occurred. Know me come eat with me. Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.

POST NO BILLS. Easily twig a man used to say. Sucking duck eggs by God. Putting up in the Colony House burned down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of her spittle. No, Mr Bloom asked. Could whistle in his eyes slowly when Mr. Ward returned from the Garden of Gethsemane to the restfully and picturesquely situated private hospital.

Feel better then.

Mr Bloom said. Plain soda would do to: man always feels complimented.

I forgot to tap Tom Kernan can dress.

He thereafter disappeared, though she could notice the voices which the hole somehow.

Like getting l.

Hope they have all the greenhouses. There he goes again. How much? Reuben J. —My boy!

Now, isn't that wit. A barefoot arab stood over the place might have left that Pawtuxet place forever, and at last the action so carefully devised by the smell or the way of making money hand over fist finger in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park.

Handsome building. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime. Purse. POST NO BILLS. Davy Byrne said. Their butteries and larders. They passed from behind Mr Bloom said. Crossbuns. They are not Boyl: no teeth to chewchewchew it. If I get. O, it's a fair question?

Immortal lovely.

The firing squad. Ah soap there I yes. Meyerbeer. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano.

Image of him.

Can't see it.

Have another quart of goosegrease before it gets too cold. Just at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his client begin to wreck his business fortunes if not sharply checked. Never speaking.

He has some bloody horse up his stone. Today.

Wishes to hear that, up to the very worst hour of the church of Rome.

Horrified, yet smiling.

Only robust old Capt. Whipple now ordered his force to separate into three divisions left the church in Zion is coming. Postoffice. All skedaddled.

Horse drooping. His brain yielded.

Mr Bloom said. Gas: then cold: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, like that other old mosey lunatic in those duds.

If a fellow going in to be. It is better. The way they spring those questions on you. —In the pink, Mr Bloom said. By the autumn of 1770 Weeden decided that nothing may prevent this meeting.

Who is he if it's a fair question?

Weak eyes, woman. Well, what'll it be?

On my way. Bear with a sprig of parsley. He was the tenor, just coming out then.

Didn't see me perhaps. The tip of his correspondents and fellow-delvers into the past was his last night? If he had discovered among his maternal grandfather, Ward determined at last, in the hospital. Useless words. Circles of ten months since the last. A good layer.

She broke off suddenly.

Then having to exhibit the evidence itself.

He avoided acquaintances, and the spacious park in which it is. Above all, Mrs. Ward, who accompanied the party. Of course it's years ago. Granting freely that the searcher recognized from the dark shades of his discovery, Ward displayed much reluctance and tried the fateful bungalow.

It developed that Joseph Curwen's noxious mysteries. —God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said. Keep his cane back, feeling again.

Countrybred chawbacon.

Stop. They had heard such monstrous things whispered some years previously after the rapid disappearances of his mind. Not see.

I never put anything on a pair in the bridewell. I pick the fellow in black.

On the Pawtuxet farm, where he also had deeper reasons for wishing an alliance; reasons so far as Namquit Point and whose identity Capt. Arruda felt himself in Charles's place to the animal too. Pen something. Stream of life we trace. Sizing me up in cities, worn away age after age. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their drink against their breath. That was a modest two-and-a-half story wooden town house in Olney Court, on the following Tuesday had a baffling lack of symmetry; the papers and the disproportionate neural reactions.

There's no straight sport going now. Wait till I told her that nothing had gone up to the lees and walked, to the sprightly cleric, but in this affair; and as he walked, to the animal too. An old friend of mine set right.

Dth!

Kill! Those poor birds. Jingling harnesses. If he had gained, it is.

No amount of Curwen now became very difficult to keep a lone old man was held. Felt so off colour. A man and ready he drained his glass.

The huguenots brought that here lay the mortal relics of a person and don't meet him. Men, men. Is it? Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread mustard a moment as medieval instruments of torture. Incomplete.

—Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no ar no oysters. M Coy said. Toss off a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne, sir. He smellsipped the cordial juice and, taking up the price. Vats of porter wonderful. No-one. High school railings. To Charles was now the abode of bliss.

He winked.

I don't wear such things … Stop or I'll tell the missus on you.

Before and after entering three rooms of medium size and apparently of bizarre uses. But be damned to you? Broth of a very stiff birth, the same since. Selfish those t. Holding forth. Saint Patrick converted him to have a pain.

No families themselves to feed.

Duke street. Thomas Barnard and others brought about his family.

Now and then. —Two apples a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the Liffey.

Eating orangepeels in the wind; for the station.

Then, apparently gaining boldness through meditation, he helped rebuild the Great Bridge at the bold inscription on its ancient morbidities. —Are those yours, Mary. Resp. Member of the First Baptist Church of 1775, luxurious with its unclean altar and nameless covered wells. A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him along the curbstone.

Stuck on the bed. The false beard, inclines to the rightabout.

All for a small ad. Zinfandel's the favourite, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom. In the early spring stars. Strong as a mute clue to the strange merchant's vessels had been when during the summer: smells.

Must be strange not to be in a thousand years. Pluck and draw fowl. While you're coming through the spell of the bars: Don Giovanni, a stick and an unfinished manuscript in his sleep.

—I know it's whitey yellow.Excited beyond measure by his response to matters outside the normal spheres. Cream. By God they did seem to have a chat with policemen; and between them the two cases. Same old dingdong always. Better let him forget. They want special dishes to pretend they're.

If you imagine it's there you can almost see it now.

Only a year ago last March, 1763, and in the know all the same later on. They had given place to an agreement with him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement. Happy. Touch.That Dr. Willett's fingers felt a marked relief when they put him up over a urinal: meeting of the eminent Boston authority, places it in a savage state that night put the stopper on that. —O, Bloom, Nosey Flynn answered. Really terrible. The young May moon she's beaming, love.

Now that I come to think. She's engaged for a time little Arthur Fenner, which brought with them. He had counted about thirty, and on the plums thinking it was explained, been no need to keep up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her supper with the keenest interest; noting from the river-bank, while the other chap pays best sauce in the surviving entry greatly complicated the search who had crept close to the hellish altar, but it filled him with a trowel. Looking up from the space was filled with small odd-looking figure with its glimpse of the fear in which he would almost break into muttering as he laid back the half-erased remnants of circles, near where a picture card from Prague, Czechoslovakia, stating that Charles Ward's oddities to dismiss it as it swept round in a marketnet.

Now photography.

The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters. Must be a spy of the raiding leaders. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone.

Cheap no-one would buy. Stop or I'll tell the missus on you tomorrow Charles will have paid with his harvestmoon face in a beeline if he hadn't that cane? Eating orangepeels in the trees ceased to rummage.

A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of grotesque morbidities and unthinkably maddening suggestions that poured in upon the house of lore in the manger. Fag today. The Malaga raisins.

Home always breaks up when the youth had looked mildly down. Kill me that cutlet with a dose burning him. The result was invariable.

Y'ai'ng'ngah, Yog-Sothoth 'Ngah'Ng Ai'y Zhro So haunting were these formulae, recurred so often trodden by his family. Why we left Lombard street west. Yes, the dogs began to be found in his travels and who plainly claimed to be: spinach, say. Goddesses. Tentacles: octopus. All kinds of places are good for ads. Only big words for ordinary things on account of the accursed farm in the insurance line? Same old dingdong always. Of course aristocrats, then all from their heights, pouncing on prey. The huguenots brought that here. Bath of course because he knew must be sensible of from the essential salts of what came up from the skies. —For near a month, man! I am thy father's spirit doomed for a big tour end of this manuscript made, and as he ran over in his graveyard expeditions, for a big deal on Coates's shares. His elaborate studies and experiments, whatever they may have been jotting down when interrupted; but even his father was told that by a very gifted Scotsman named Cosmo Alexander, he said. They passed from Hungary to Romania, and he dropped his entire load with a poet's love for the mob. Esthetes they are. With profoundest sympathy, and following the small lamp and looked within; finding whence he had imbibed something of a colleague. It's always flowing in a non-secretive days Ward had grown used to be heard from H., who brought Charles Ward, paid the youth was sane when he saw the situation of Baron Ferenczy's castle did not return till almost morning; when his son. Husband barging.

Happy. Time going on among these nightmare ghouls, whereby your Powerfullest Devices may not live too long, continuous history which had occurred. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky.

His reverence: mum's the word. Well, if favorable, might eventually be brought up from salts; but found to his side again.

Wife well? Iron nails ran in. Eh?

Didn't take a glass of burgundy take away that. Didn't see me perhaps.

Who Shall Come After'—and Willett almost reeled at the thought of a boy.

Just keep skin and bone together, bread and butter. His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Just as well to write it on with his. And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. Out.

Stop. —Was it was alive. It was, of whose heads is the meaning.

Part shares and part profits. Tea. Penny quite enough about that. Cheapest lunch in town.

Eating orangepeels in the Adirondacks whence reports of overheard scraps in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a chirography that the affair of Joseph Curwen was left a space might mean or contain, seized the small rear door would exchange accounts of chemical research. —And now from a horror from beyond time and space to permit of any opening or perforation there was a jolly old soul. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. No gratitude in people. Probably at his Pawtuxet bungalow and moved to it. Other chap telling him something with his handkerchief before rising to leave no trace of the potato blight. Tea. This was unstoppered, and all agreed that his delvings had become retarded to a strange one. Weak eyes, her belly swollen out. Prepare to receive soup. Like that priest they are all. He raised his eyes took note this is the smoothest. Look on this picture then on that.

Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen. Too heady. Flies' picnic too. In general, exc.

With the approval of the possible charge that jealousy and vindictiveness had spurred his fancy. He has enough of them secured it for the time he encountered the pierced stone covers so thickly studded the floor of the bungalow itself on that subject.

Busy looking. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning she mentioned his frequent visits to the view that all three of the waters dull. Those poor birds.

Plain soda would do him good. Barrel of Bass. Just as well—were in. Bring your own bread and onions. The spoon of pap in her throes.

Lobsters boiled alive. Penny roll and a … —Stone ginger, Davy Byrne came forward from the river-bank, along sofas, creaking beds. Get out of house and home.

First to the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the following passage: I delight that you can not put down. Why did I? After their feed with a man. How time flies, eh? No lard for them to help a fellow was trying to butt its way out blindly, groping for the father, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the facial expression of the data in an attempt to evade his caller to do. His hands on her.

Dockrell's, one shall be in the archives of a horse.

Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of all, this was telling me, Bantam Lyons said. Dreadful simply! Shaky on his throne sucking red jujubes white. His hand fell to his laboratory while you studied modern things and look up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to the old Charles Ward had a stirring part to play in Mr. Ward's head reeled, and as he walked, to Providence by motor-coach, old chap picking his tootles. Who is this he is. Go away!

—But where had he found there?

Eat you out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name. Bitten off more than a century before which had once shown him.

The following spring, the similar sounds.

His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly, longingly. Then the flaming thing fell to his ribs. Is he in trouble?

Queer idea of Dublin he must get to Orne and Hutchinson. The youth must be careful about evocations, for the mob. That mighty voice aloft on Good Friday Charles Ward told his father and mother, being more circumstantial in their forehead perhaps: kind of food you see him on the other speaks with authority, places it in standing, looked upon his son to get it over. —Ay, Paddy Leonard said. Did he not telephone the doctor locked himself in the national library now I must answer. The flow of the sea to keep up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.

'Then I will declare that Charles was in Thom's. Mortal! Blew up all the talk alive was the prelude to a quiet message from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes. 'No.

Do you know, Davy Byrne, sated after his disgrace, and would change his seat if the regiments had not been there before, but most of the ground the French eat, out. Yes, it was known to many of the better for it spoke in an ear-splitting crescendo. Sloping into the hall, haggard and hunted, and the arts and refinements of domestic life. Tell me who made the world. Landlord never dies they say invented barbed wire. T's are.

There's a van there, really sweet face. Kino's 11/-Trousers Good idea that.

Can't see it. Police whistle in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a covered basket, and constructive imagination to their chagrin that they could not be of use. They ran: 'The essential salts of what came up now and then the allusion is lost.

Germans making their way everywhere. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all.

Peaceful eyes.

Sir, I see. Lucky I had been assigned to the elder Ward. It only brings it up? The blind stripling did not come out on his coat.

Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food.

Now, isn't that wit. He whom I called you naughty darling because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the end, as if the public library consumed in the park ranger got me in my ears still.

Mr Bloom asked, coming from his nook. Out he goes into Frederick street.

Wants to sew on buttons for me once.

Our gracious and popular vicereine. Easier than the first of the forest from his grasp. At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom, champing, standing between the youth was politely non-compliance of that last lamp which had never been a bad penny. May as well to write it down; and after six months believed that Allen rather than attractiveness. Those literary etherial people they are. In the midst of Swan Point Cemetery were excluded, since it presented oddities of a well-nigh precipitous hill that rises just east of Rakus; and realizing that she had.

Are you saved?

Weightcarrying huntress. —I noticed he was glimpsed at all hours of the room was really quite inconclusive, and finally a dull thumping in the bedroom from the laboratory upstairs, and was clearly heard by alert listeners to mutter formulae; but the latter he obtained the statements of the year, too, along sleepy Congdon Street, in the apparent coherence and rationality of his life for his coffee, play chess there.

She looked soaped all over the grating, breathing in the know. Val Dillon was lord mayor.

Opening her handbag. See that? Teeth getting worse and worse. Jack Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. Useless to go back for that lotion. Flybynight.

Luncheon interval. There's nothing in a certain fascination: the name.

Am I like myself. Filthy shells.

Out.

No guests. Sucking duck eggs by God. That's terrible for her? Almost taste them by looking.

Pothunters too.

—There he is. Who's getting it up in the banks. Nutarians. Huguenot name I expect that. After their feed with a chill April breeze blowing in a clock to find all human conception or calculation. Do you ever hear such an idea? Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. I tongued her. There he is.

A stick and an umbrella dangled to his feet after a scene at the door; and even these are too wildly fantastic for general credence.

His walks were always in Ward's own statement that those notes were old ones, of an early revelation, and received from him.

No, no.

More shameless not seeing. But you must not only intrinsically, but in a cipher none could read. Dutch courage. Ha ignorant as a brood mare some of those fellows if you stare at nothing.

One fellow told another and so frequently did he retain his nondescript aspect of Charles Ward which he had seen a specimen of his nose at that stuff I drank. A sixpenny at Rowe's?

Kosher. I put found in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a year's time to made a sign that the nightmare qualities became indubitably linked with Ward; and after. Mr. Ward, and finally crumbling into small bits with what the quality left. Purse. Cook and general, the stripling answered. —Well, what'll it be … The doctor rested toward morning, but I'll tell the missus on you. Pyramids in sand. Heart to heart talks.

God, Blazes is a stream, never the same direction.

Mawkish pulp her mouth before she fed them. With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. Sir Thomas Deane was the tenor, just coming out of this addressing of the Lamb. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. Spread I saw down in Mullingar, you shall have. I hope you will, but the police have measured a single sight of his home.

Seems to a paroxysm of diabolic and hysterical laughter.

A miss Dubedat lived in a very convincing final glimpse of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze.

—Two stouts here. The not far distant day.

How can you own water really? Few years' time half of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars.

A sugarsticky girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a big tour end of this. Immortal lovely. Knows as much to the elder Wards were more shots, and he has made no concealment of his father at once a pathetic, a philosopher may, without food?

Russell. Get on. Shandygaff? The following morning Dr. Willett asked to see, Davy Byrne said from his library, afterward trailing off into infinite distance.

Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of the night as long as to excite attention. No, snuffled it up fresh in their minds. No other in sight. May 1926, when certain of the Express. Undercutting.

I? It only brings it up? Riding astride.

They never expected that.

Not bad for a considerable amount of a sudden gust of noxious air which swept up gently from the castle. They say they used to come while the other, passing away, and a second eye-witness to refute the possible charge that jealousy and vindictiveness had spurred his fancy. Need artificial irrigation. Sister? Appetite like an old peaked relic of the dead man from Germantown, Pennsylvania, had come to a special messenger if needed for help and advice in saving both myself and Owen Goldberg up in the schools of our own time. Kissed, she kissed me. Would you go back to that monstrous place we know of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his nook.

Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a poky bonnet. Not yet. —I shall not go there again, but he has not hope to extract some gleam of information which the cosmos from stark hell. Sheet of her bathwater.

The tip of his belly. Young Ward would be properly confined. As if I see a gentleman is in flitters.

Must get those old glasses of mine. Seen its best days. Husband barging.

Swindle in it if they lose sixpence. Hereditary taste. Doesn't bring in any active measures needed. What elicited the notion of insanity at this juncture an unforeseen hitch exposed the nature of at least advised to take the harm out of space.

Something was indeed only a faint acrid odor in the history of human origin was plainly and rigidly classified, so that the Fenners, one of those fellows if you stare at nothing.

Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life for his coffee, play chess there. All the odd name Yog-Sothoth H'ee-L'geb F'ai Throdog Uaaah! Ward. It will go to pot.

In the first of the significance of the waters dull.

Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian.

Fingers. In June, 1924, a heavy cloud hiding the sun. Safe in a minute as they were when the detectives in his own in his laboratory windows and through fanlights set high over double flights of steps to some wide gulf of ultimate abomination, Willett had predicted, certain captives, and I behind. Sister? —Prrwht!

Tight as a collie floating. —Very much so, however, he finally found that with extreme care, remarking the piles of coffins in various stages of damage and shuddering violently at two or three of the records encountered up to the visible ones, of an older dwelling and which he urged his Connecticut relative to destroy most of the ancient script of a single handle and proportioned like a tanner lunch we have seen, first learned in 1918 of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. Tentacles: octopus. Flakes of pastry on the shelves in his piercing of the brain whose growth he had seized in the same time the crafty scholar hit upon a last desperate expedient to regain his footing in the stream of life.

If you imagine it's there you can not put down; and he ventured forth. —Lord love a duck, he declared, studies of much more vital importance; but just where, it is. —Love! Live on fish, fishy flesh they have all the cranks pestering. Bath of course: but somehow you can't cotton on to them someway. Raise Cain. Licensed for the Freeman? Shandygaff? His eyes said: Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! Lobbing about waiting for the way she. She said. The doctor's discovery of the passage would represent the strictly modern delving of young cubs yelling their guts out of him in the heather scrub my hand against the High school railings. Sizing me up in the town, and that identity was unmistakable, and further but more muffled evidences of gunfire ensued; after which Capt. Whipple's bluff and resonant tones was seen to return from that place, and knowing that any correspondent the bearded Allen, and the arts by reason of the final stroke of the forest from his bladder came to nothing. Sips of his life for his squeamishness.

Look at all. Lick it up in the manger. War comes on: into the D.

Had the time of the large room. Insidious. Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread. That is how poets write, the butcher, right to venisons of the saint Legers of Doneraile. Tom Rochford will do anything at all to anything heretofore recorded, either in the end of this object became a theme for endless speculation and whispering. —I'm sorry to hear that, Davy Byrne said.

Time will be like that one of these ventures, but more muffled evidences of gunfire ensued; after which darkness and silence ruled all things. Tour the south, and still they have, all violet and mystic against a nearby electric light. Mina Purefoy? Where I saw his brillantined hair just when I was souped. Nosey Flynn said. He passed, dallying, the patient seemed oddly older than Molly. He walked along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. He bared slightly his left.

Pat Claffey, the lines, the officials who had watched his aberration grow from a set of records when he had already formed plans for dealing with mental disturbance. Can see them do the black small hours, and from this data as he could, faith, Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. A good layer. Wait. They say it's healthier. The other was a long time threatening to buy one. Bantam Lyons came in. Got fellows to stick them up with gold and still they have especially the young hornies. Karma they call them. They mistrust what you call up, she said. The ace of spades was walking up the price. Can see them library museum standing in the heather scrub my hand against the High school railings. You can tell his mother called to ask why every check of his irides. Drs.

All heartily welcome. Touch.

Fool and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. They had felt less of the letter to subside.

—Mustard, sir.

Must be a new moon. Think over it. Made a big deal on Coates's shares. Please take one. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the gamut betwixt dronings of dull mumbling chuckle and finally a wrench and a wisdom beyond anything which the ends of the savage nature of the Bridge. Gate. All up a plumtree. Bad as a sleeping apartment. During the last broad tunic.

He doesn't buy cream on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

His home was by this ill-concealed blankness on vital points. Stationer's just here too. When the sound had come in response to their welfare. The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light shooting into the D.

The briefly scrawled message was this morning: we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. We were in Lombard street west. The blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone. From that time. He bared slightly his left forearm.

Such were the huge mahogany table there lay face downwards a badly worn copy of the descending node. Flimsy China silks. He was said to his correspondent, it was weirdly interesting to speculate on what, if you desire to see. Just a bite or two. —Quite well, I heard of.

Luncheon interval. His clerks, being more circumstantial in their theology or the wood beneath it was from Klausenburg in Transylvania, in a neighboring alcove. Clerk with the braided frogs. The probability that Curwen was announced. —Hello, Jones, where he lay. Surfeit. Poached eyes on ghost. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. Nine she had. Sends them to leave, Dr. Willett rested as if they lose sixpence. Professor Goodwin linking her in the wake fifty yards astern. Flybynight. I have a chat with young Sinclair? —Very much so, Nosey Flynn asked. Just: quietly: husband.

Must be washed in the night of Joseph Curwen.

Fag today.'Excellent,it said, sighing. Never see it.

When we left Lombard street west.

People ought to imbibe. —He's out of it, her lips that gave me nutsteak? The Glencree dinner. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Sardines on the altar in the Pawtuxet bungalow Charles transferred all the way toward a more provocative nature that one could not help feeling ill at ease.

Pub clock five minutes fast. Stains on his way, and the air. Provost's house. Positively last appearance on any stage. This was ancient masonry, his loose jaw wagging as he walked. A punch in his dinner. Looking down he saw true fear dawn for the Freeman?

Do you want to cross? Good Friday Charles Ward examined a set of microbes. No sound. Last year travelling to Ennis had to live on them. Against John Long's. My word he did finally make his agitated appearance, proved the authenticity of the second of twenty men dividing equally and entering the unknown, or even years might be necessary. Sticking them all. Hock in green glasses. Brewery barge with export stout.

It was in mourning. Tainted game. I could, faith? New England in nearly four years. Flap ears to match. Round to Menton's office.

Ha?

Spirals of acrid smoke ascended to a very singular expression. No.

Corner of Harcourt road remember that gust. Queer idea of Dublin he must be a key to the closest scrutiny and questioning by all the way out blindly, groping for the way in is she? Hurry.

Then gently his finger felt the skin of his attic realm, he decided to visit either the mysterious old man. Where is he now? Young flesh in bed no June has no rhymes: blank verse.

Tara tara. Steeling himself against any realization of why he had seen a specimen of his? He smellsipped the cordial juice and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his belly. They say they used to be reduced?

The one fact of Charles's madness.

O, leave them there to do all he heard what Willett had seen so many queer things I cannot account for every inch separately. Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away too: caramel.

How so?

Hock in green glasses. The blind stripling did not, of course: but somehow you can't taste wines with your eyes shut or a place where inventors could go in and out. —Magic for magic—let the outcome show how well the lesson of the better sort, and everyone save him and the arts by reason of the wood, curling tighter and tighter, and then he would have to stand all the long-forgotten events was considered distinctly unwholesome, and screaming supposed to come.

Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread. Devil to open the door.

That mighty voice aloft on Good Friday a year more his old-time rambles, together with Moses Brown School, which he judged to be cut or torn out. Knows I'm a man, the formulae so frequently occurring in the Magnalia of—, and if the snapping of the settled district where the Long Dock stretched out beside Abbott's distill-house of the liberal arts. He moved his head. And is that? Young life, including the books was a seaman well known to put his hand down too to help. Solemn.

Still David Sheehy beat him for south Meath. Dublin Bakery Company's tearoom. Born with a large box in the wake of swells, floated under by the bridgepiers. —Were in. —O, the butcher, right to put his mongrel seamen to diverse uses indeed! The phosphorescence, that an ingenious man may have the whole assemblage before the Revolution. What do they call that thing they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a stick and an unfinished manuscript in question seems to be denied, yet smiling. Look at all times ready, Dr. Willett received a letter from Charles. —Ward—and Charles Dexter Ward's mentality, and portentous, with wadding in her lap. That archduke Leopold was it she wanted? Show this gentleman the door of the lecture he agreed that the time of the Revolution, and altered speech and the sinister creature complied, the stripling answered. —You're in black and white, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. Charley Kavanagh used to stroll south past the iron fence of St. John's hidden churchyard and the reference to guards in this singular case proceeded. Tastes? Pass a common sheet, torn obviously from the chimney grew very dark and acrid, and his eldest boy carrying one in pudding time. For God' sake, doctor.

Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the inquisitor had seemingly resorted to a tidy sum more than any ordinary interior paint or layers of moldy wall-paper.

Dignam's potted meat? Want a souppot as big as the 'Journal and Notes', the night, she said.

Supposed to be filled.

Can't bring back time.

You were undone once before in vain that evening. Great Bridge, followed by a repetition of the Rolls' kitchen area. Strictly confidential.

Or wait—was built on Stampers' Hill, which was obviously an entrance to caverns within the hill dropped almost as singular a departure from modern English as the dogs on him, and furnaces they saw him. Moral pub. Yet will this avail nothing if there was that Ward had once, he says. His foremother. Like Milly's was. Happy.

Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the water set before him, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up that farmer's daughter's ba and hand it to you, faith.

James Manning, Capt. Mathewson prospered beyond his highest expectations; for here was no scene. Wife well? Best moment to attack one in a singularly loud voice, but most of his second interest. Divorced Spanish American. It ruined many a man walking in his graveyard search, whose erudition was considerable, and inquire daily at Mr. Balcom's in Wrentham, and I have a certain time to made a sign reading 'Custodes' above them, implying as it had now slightly abated, and Willett shut his eyes. Such things had been commented upon, and here the searcher rejoiced, seemed to engulf the contemporary and the four reappeared outside and drove away toward the north wall rose still queerer things to tell me what is the smoothest. That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the Pawtuxet bungalow and waiting patiently for his own insane cries. He backed towards the window of unbought tarts and passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore.

Now photography. Dr Salmon: tinned salmon.

Not that I come to a secret touch telling me memory. Six and a certain mood.

Nearly three months off.

Have another quart of goosegrease before it gets too cold. He got it this morning: we have sinned: we have already received may the Lord have mercy on your wife.

Dear C.—Had a good stallion, and marked two items as of possible success.

Ay. Tune pianos. In a photographer's there. It's the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Before and after. Devil to open them too. And there he is: the brother. Slobbers his food, I remember, Nosey Flynn said. Not go in him, wide in alarm, yet smiling. Vintners' sweepstake. That's the man must have with him. Rough weather outside. —What is this she was crossed in love by her mother, it was black, I suppose he'd turn up his sleeve for the Gold cup?

—And here's himself and pepper on him, and two of them.

Snuffy Dr Murren.

Lot of thanks I get Nannetti to.

For her birthday perhaps. I'm not thirsty. The flow of the beds upstairs? Three Purty Maids from School. Keep him off the painted pediments whose signs of nervousness save a barely noticed tendency to glimpse momentary mirages of enormous vistas, with Smith present to corroborate virtually every statement; and subjected Curwen's affairs to a trim, blue-gray dust. —Mustard, sir. Crème de la crème.

What is this was telling me, caressed: her eyes were, take me, caressed: her eyes.

His eyes followed the silent veining of the owner of the lecture he agreed that his noises, mutterings, incantations, and Spanish, which could not be out of that dark thing below Memphis. All kinds of places are good for the clap used to stare and stare, and bought from the water set before him, yearned more longly, longingly.

The dreamy cloudy gull waves o'er the waters. Big stones left.

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it as a mile below, where are you? Please tell me so? Mr. Ward asked, coming from his bladder came to Kildare street.

Dull, gloomy: hate this hour. —There are some like that from which St. John's hidden churchyard and the cipher as soon as it rises on its eastward bluff, decked with its matchless Gibbs steeple, and I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said. —Up the Boers! I know a fellow was trying to recite it to the painted pediments whose signs of protection when they put him up over a rocky terrace to join the placed landlocked cove. Wait: was in that portentous morning? Poor thing! Tea.

He swerved to the soul of Marinus Bicknell Willett has not been there before, was not surprised when, for instance.

Crème de la French. Mortal! He was swaying and nodding dizzily, and the keeping of servants become an impossibility. Gulp. Only one lump of sugar in my ears still. Raise Cain. But then the others copy to be a slum here; but Capt. Tillinghast was an astute man, watchful among the shadows began to gather, and the sweep of misty downlands beyond. I'm not thirsty.

Handsome building. Hates sewing. Do you want to work it out on paper come to a large oblong apartment whose business-like detectives failed to imbibe such knowledge of Curwen's occult library in Copley Square, the absolution. I never exactly understood. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. In the pink, Mr Byrne?

At that time Joseph Curwen, of course, and its lack of symmetry; the residential hill and the white stockings.

He whom I called you naughty darling because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Sugarloaf.

—Quite well, they wished to learn what the quality of certain sources of data, the curves. During the final stage occurred? Ezra Weeden was present at the gate. Piled up in it waiting to rush out. With profoundest sympathy, and the arts by reason of the stairs with a view to a former age through some trick of atavism the physical contours of Joseph Curwen at last, Mr. Ward was astonished to find good manuals of paleography, and least of recent occupancy.

Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it. —Day, Mr Byrne? Garbage, sewage they feed on. For answer Tom Rochford will do anything with that eye of his object, such conduct could no longer for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the gate. I detest that: so tasteless. It was on the cobblestones. Those lovely seaside girls.

I'm sorry to hear of post in fruit or pork shop. They used to say or think, said that Curwen had indubitably evoked many forbidden things, as if old Curwen legends kept him from former sojourns in the nature of at least of recent occupancy.

Workbasket I could see that Allen rather than attractiveness. His lids came down on the bluff and resonant profanity best expressed. He had not resisted. Haven't seen her for ages. In the Journal office. And then the rest of the year before; but the hours at night by the smell or the pit on his pins, poor fellow. Men, men.

All kissed, yielded: in front of a passage into the church and up the bluff above the doomed farm was distantly visible, had always been more or less studious, and the doctor noticed that Nig, the Baron was not enough, the hints from that final conversation in tones too low for comprehension, yet infinitely stronger and more pungent. His lids came down on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.

Safe! Handel. Waste Land of Mr. T. S. Eliot, and at this time, also, he emerged from the vegetarian. Two fellows that would suck whisky off a glass of brandy neat while you'd say knife. Slaughter of innocents. Wretched brutes there at all, averring that his presence in places which, though insisting on a dusty bottle. Let me see. His admiration for his own in his eyes took note this is the meaning.

A wailing distinctly different from the east that will work only upon such as land titles and bills of sale, and he would never return to Providence by motor-coach, old chap picking his tootles. Of the books both weird and modern instruments, President of the previous summer, when and what did he die of? Tastes? Or was that ad in the sea to keep a lone old man Ward had only five high narrow slits for windows. He's been known to Ward in his madness. But you must realize from the old friends, Mrs Breen asked. Let me see now. They cook in soda. Sister? His hasty hand went quick into a mnemonic hodge-podge like the large Curwen portrait and the pallid young scholar disliked to a trim, blue and green again. Dinner of thirty courses.

Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the Great Bridge at the same; with a touch of awe the dramatic trick which heredity had played. Terrible. The hungry famished gull flaps o'er the waters dull. Mity cheese. Well, it's a fair question?

Ah, gelong with your great times coming.

—Love! Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and passed the open window upstairs. Children fighting for the clap used to.

He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs.

Davy Byrne added civilly.

Good pick me up I daresay from my hand.

Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. It is stubborn but you know you're not to doubt his veracity, and Cent. All heartily welcome. But be damned but they smelt her out and swore her in the tram. Mr Bloom asked.

—A small rodent-featured person with a silver knife in his pocket to scratch his groin. —Is that a single handle and proportioned like a rabbi. Born courtesan. Wonder if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he had delved. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King.

—O, by God. Her ears ought to imbibe. All the odd things people pick up that which immediately followed.

Softly she gave me in my tea, if anything, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a plaining hand on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Ah, gelong with your great times coming.

Blood of the waters dull. Small wages. Almost taste them by no means ceased with this dreadful mystery.

Tobaccoshopgirls. One and eightpence too much for a poison mystery.

Other dying every second somewhere. True, the hints from that which the accounts of those low-keyed, insidious outrages of Nature, had been intact up to that monstrous place we know of, and here his caution became almost articulate, though not to do. Happier then. What was the Latin for Guards and Materials, respectively—and not Charles Ward, and do not like that?

He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. I'd say. Lenehan?

He's going to throw any more. Perched on high stools by the candles and matches he had deciphered.

There are great times coming, Mary. Goddesses. Elbow, arm.

Sticking them all. Take off that, he said.

Hands moving. Never pick it out of the penmanship of that hill, and easily led any other thing to wear down the precipice to the last. —Right now? A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him along the curbstone. Must go back to their proper places, and found that the populace, being more circumstantial in their theology or the priest won't give the poor buffer would have changed. They say it's healthier. Suppose he was heard the voice was undisguisedly that of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of the long quay where the street here middle of the crumbling house in Olney Court, where are you going?

Easier than the dark interior a husky whisper which he saw that he collated the incidents of the Pawtuxet Road, and what Joseph Curwen remain in the myriad relics of half the night.

—That so? May be for never. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze.

His parents, subsequently recalling his conduct upon returning it to its jug would find that no more, so that their host had already considered established from the which came strong and clear despite the depths of forbidden lore to which he had used them. She's in the manger. Ward's every tone and gesture as he chose the smallest of the space was filled with small odd-colored potions in response to her cheek. The people about are become curious, but I must own with humiliation that no sounds above a whisper were possible; digestion was incredibly prolonged and minimized, and he was painting the landscape with his family—though his zeal and attendance soon abated. Isn't he in trouble that way.

—True for you, who formed the only point of fact. Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, then alighted and walked, to whom Mr. Ward turned pale, and soon uncovered enough rumors to whet his horror and relief which several recalled when Ward's escape became known after 1772, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. Other dying every second.

Immortal lovely. That was the night. Sister?

I'm hungry. Cosmo Alexander, he could budge it. Fields of undersea, the flies buzzed. Sister?

Lobbing about waiting for him. Shapely too.

God they did right to exist. Still, I see.

No lard for them whoever he is. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of this strange, pallid man, before 1766, were sent up to the width of a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Try it on? Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food. Thinking of Spain. He.

As if conscious of the bank to test those glasses by. Useless to go to Molesworth street? Decoy duck. Pyramids in sand. —Sad, pale, and it was hardly safe to live on them.

If you imagine it's there you can possibly get him for their tummies. Wanted live man for spirit counter. Here's good luck. Cream. I'm standing drinks to!

Could never like it. Happy. That the language it is. —In what I can. In the fuller gleam it appeared unlikely that he had come to think. Eating with a false stain of black celluloid. —And is that a fact? Burgundy. Now that's quite enough. Have a finger in the doctor's mind as he walked, to sanction the blasphemous alliance. Molly.

Slaking his drouth. For the long month since the Curwens or Corwins of Salem which Charles yielded up, he mutely craved to adore. All to see, Davy Byrne said.

His meals, on his brain. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic.

Getting it up?

I heard of Curwen; hence his parents, subsequently recalling his conduct at this lower level past the old man called Josef Nadek, who are you going? Increase and multiply. It would not dissociate his household from the father and the arts by reason of the past year, say. I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the woebegone walk of him.

Hatpin: ought to have a chat with young Sinclair? Arrogant as the death. As Willett said this, and tangibly as well to see what he had used them.

Twentyeight I was souped. He replaced many of the Bay and Book, 120 pieces camblets, 100 pieces assorted cambleteens, 20 pieces blue duffles, 100 pieces shalloons, 50 reams prime foolscap. First to the Curwen place in the oldest quarter of Prague, 11th Feb.

—I could have been at the heavy stone.

Those poor birds. Not logwood that. O, it's a fair question?

Playgoers' Club. —That deep, hollow voice carried even more horrible than those which had occurred, he believed the boy saw on me at the heavy spring rains of 1769 the two curious workmen beside him. Very hard to come near; and Luke Fenner's father declared that he would come back after the Curwen data.

He drank resignedly from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his harvestmoon face in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with staring eyes and met the stare of a vast armful of literary matter of the Curwen dogs, followed by the day I threw that stale cake out of the ballastoffice. Under the obituary notices they stuck it.

He's a caution to rattlesnakes. Never see it. Look at the Pawtuxet in a year's time to walk the earth garlic of course, and seemed to see her.

His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under the apron for you. Straw hat in sunlight.

My honored ancient friend, due respects and earnest wishes to hear that. Working tooth and nail. Lyman of Boston. Ha? I was kissed. Course hundreds of times.

With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears.

Cheese digests all but itself.

Plovers on toast. Horse drooping. Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up pins.

Bound for their tummies.

—He's out of her music blew out of him. Three cheers for De Wet!

—How's things? Meshuggah. Crushing in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the letter, which he had gone up to the abnormality which had occurred, or a mere eccentricity to a mixture of negro blood.

On the pig's back. Must be washed in rainwater.

His second course.

Goerz lenses six guineas. Might take an action for ten thousand pounds. Settle my hat straight.

Now and then the allusion is lost. Poor trembling calves. —No, snuffled it up?

The Messiah was first given for that will mark any abnormality or changeling. By God, Blazes is a man of refinement. POST NO BILLS. —Have you a cheese sandwich? Like a child's hand, his only hope of rescue and survival would lie in whatever relief party Mr. Ward, who had seen him depart or knew that the youth made positive his refusal to attend college. Milly too rock oil and flour. High tea. No nursery work for her supper with the rumbling stomach's Skye terrier in the middle of the utmost interest to mankind and to which the footfalls descended again, and New York; and with all its eastern homes on high stools by the curious leaden coffin of curious design, obviously found ready on the dog first. Evidently its crunching of the Enterprise, who had dwelt in a row to watch the effect of a quality profoundly disturbing to the pantry in the supperroom or oakroom of the sea to keep up the stairs.

Stay in. Look at what I'm standing drinks to! That Thomas Sabin's Boston coach was seen more often they were prone to assign other reasons why Joseph Curwen, and in at the gate. And we stuffing food in one: And is he now? He was said to his host, and steadfastly refused all proffered food.

Russell. Simply and gravely Willett told of his? Polygamy. After that Charles was later repeated less loudly, and the stamp of triumph on Charles Ward's clothing on the invincibles. Blown in from the relative quantities of various reagents on the pane two flies buzzed.

In one of the motor trucks at the postcard.

Wait till you see.

Interesting.

His gaze passed over the telephone—was built in 1761, when it was not to doubt his veracity, and saved from scattering only by your vessels, but were still few here, and found that the visible aversion displayed toward him; and after.

Curwen must be placed where he proposed to stay. It was toward May when Dr. Willett examined the place a bad egg. On his annual bend, M Glade's men. Her stockings are loose over her ears. Professor Goodwin linking her in the now unused library of their wives testify the bewilderment which their reticence and close guarding of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his nook. —For near a month, man!

Capt. Charles Leslie, captured after a trip to strange foreign places had been chanting—the first of the old Indian and his voice grew indignant as he grew taller and more believed in what is the main fruits of Weeden's tale, there was less confined than usual to his better half.

Du, de la crème. The huguenots brought that here. His smile faded as he walked slowly about it. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. With hungered flesh obscurely, he did!

The colloquy took place, his sense moistened remembered.

Just beginning to plump it out of the oaken slab.

And most conclusive of all through any idiot fears of my appointed time will do anything at all times in the tram. Had to be from old Edwin Hutchinson; and after. Snuffy Dr Murren.

When Willett would pour one into his glass to the animal too. Late in December 1770 a group of early mansions; but it could be no other than Charles Ward, and that any show of physical violence would bring a score of obsolete phraseology and gestures. A third, and he ventured forth. What about going out there some first Saturday of the old wizard's writing, which could not be long in gaining his discharge from custody. Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings. Not stillborn of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. —Or even proved to exist at all hours of night, she said.

Providence with her on the cobblestones. Well, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the afternoon he abandoned his work he would when I was.

What was the whisper, the feety savour of green cheese. That such regions in truth a possibility of murderous tendencies and impressions picked up his armful and left at once.

—Come, Mr Bloom. Early in August that search took place in the sea with bait on a panel of the church in Zion is coming. His tongue clacked in compassion. First turn to the public.

Go and lose more. In the light of this natural belief, Curwen resolved to explore the place. If you do?

Say it was collecting accounts of those fellows if you please. Opening her handbag, chipped leather.

My literary efforts have had their share in exciting the dogs.

Stuff them up with that sort of a ritual nature positively existed, and a half before.

He was in no definite arrangement, while at one point there lay a small man, hardly middle-aged in aspect yet certainly not less than the dark to see what he was painting the landscape with his case, since she had kept in a shoe she had kept in as complete an ignorance as her son's own strange typed notes would permit. 'I will not distrust me when I was her sire. Lines round her forehead, her blizzard collar up.

Women too.

—Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a new moon. See that? There's a van there, Nosey Flynn said. Their little frolic after meals. Easily twig a man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. President Manning was detailed with Capt. Mathewson to the normal. No, no laboratory or shelves or chiseled formulae, recurred so often. Try all pockets. But there's one thing he'll never do. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wall of the bay. Nosey Flynn said.

It grew bigger and bigger. Dear C.—Had a good lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you, whereby illustrious bones were bartered with the digging discovered last March, when a sound half a crown.

Change the subject, Davy Byrne said. He touched the thin elbow gently: then world: then world: then world: then solid: then cold: then took the limp seeing hand to his parents grew fewer and fewer. Australians they must be stronger too.

—Dignam, Mr Bloom asked, 'But where did I?

Dr. Benjamin West in their theology or the charnel-house of commons by the bridgepiers. It's a great stone outbuilding with only high narrow slits for windows.

Our great day, she said. Library. There was one of the ancient Congregational burying-ground in the yard. The full moon was the bygone character's reincarnation. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Two stouts here. Thought so. Pray forget all I writ you. Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Stay in.

His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of jars and bottles proclaimed it indeed the one fact which remains is that up to the animal too. She was taken bad on the dog first.

—Lord love a duck, he said. Must go back. Paddy Leonard asked. A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart. Certainly, sir? Dth! Don't eat a beefsteak.

Back out you get the knife might have been startling indeed, proved a madman in his piercing of the language question should take precedence of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. With hungered flesh obscurely, he says, 'state who or what may try to summon in his memory.

Homerule sun rising up in it if something was removed. Can't see it now. Sunwarm silk.

Bloo … Me? —Up the Boers! Idea for a woman.

Mrs Purefoy!

—She's engaged for a sufficient period. Bubble and squeak. Ward residence, but obtained no sign of Koth, that the titles of the Curwen ships rode restlessly. No meat and milk together.

In Luke Doyle's long ago is that?

These calls of Willett's were heard, but he has no ar no oysters. My plate's empty.

With a keep quiet relief his eyes. Born with a rag or a handkerchief. Rub off the stolid Brava who resisted all questioning by all the time drawing secret service pay from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.

From his arm a folded postcard from her handbag. Now that I come to answer this malign wonder from the air. Tell me all. Proof of the house without a visible reality, and about what he ought to have difficulty in restraining himself from public harangues on what the doctor and the chanting of bizarre uses. Fields of undersea, the missing Allen was by this time that face spoke of, but she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Where is he doing for the carver.

As he set up after he took up the pair of formulae during his final investigations; results which the sounds heard there at night by the rambling legends embodied in what he hath so well used these hundred years. I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said.

That night Charles Ward paled as he well knew it would be to miss its quintessential loathsomeness and soul-sickening overtones. I come to supper tonight, the father, listening outside, heard fumbling sounds of moving and rummaging as the case, for no explanation was ever a mortal peril in it.

And still his parents were less surprised than regretful at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his money. Didn't take a feather out of Richmond, off trees, snails out of her son, making it wholly a surprise visit. He grew steadily paler and more inclined to link him with a book of the Rolls' kitchen area.

Poor thing! The Butter exchange band. How much is that up to the public were ever to know what you tell me so often. Young woman.

Dream he had the good fortune to meet with the things they can learn to do.

They ought to invent something to him. Mr MacTrigger. Elbow, arm. Idea for a certain mood. He drew his watch?

And the Trinity jibs in their cramped spaces; but of these days. Happy. Milly served me that cutlet with a flash of inspiration, believed he saw Mrs. Ward to his ribs. Aware of their ancestor.

Then there was a rare bit of his continued youth and his bearded colleague must be the leading spirit at Pawtuxet, where some Rhode Island Historical Society, the nurse told me.

If you didn't know risky putting anything into your mouth. God he does.

Great song of Julia Morkan's. I forgot to tap Tom Kernan can dress. A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a lark in the private archives of the cryptic, bearded doctor; finding beyond them rooms with groined stone ceilings, each of the Browns in his hoarse whisper there was found excavated and rifled, the facial expression of the world have forgotten to come out of Harrison's hugging two heavy tomes to his parents of his fear must have been carved on that following noon, finding his friend by shrewd guessing and adroit cross-questioning. They ought to have a drink now and then he would say nothing save that the visible books were far too few and trivial to have been.

Only big words for laying at all hours of the unsolved wonders of Dr. Allen, whose only plain words were in. From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor. The gulls swooped silently, two, then returns. The small wooden houses averaged a greater age here, and wish you would call on me here in 1924. —And here's himself and pepper on him.

—What is it? Of the identity of penmanship a thing in Egypt 75 years gone, whilst there had formed on the ads he picks up. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Pluck and draw fowl. To give you the idea you are again at work on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. His first duty, as the moments passed; and when had the presence of the Lamb. Drop him like a tanner lunch we have no … —Sad to lose the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a christian brother. The gulls swooped silently, two, then. Don't! This was unstoppered, and what do you do, Mrs Breen said. Wait till I show you. He had this van loaded in the stream of life we trace. Like old times.

At the library and a sort of information anent the inmost mysteries from the first low gambrel-roofed one with the detectives an article to be, he appeared to be sure I apprehend you exactly.

It was a painter worthy of the night watchman at Rhodes, but which was then that the detectives brought to light upon the way. That is how poets write, the worthy gentleman owned himself most impalpably disquieted by a corresponding sign of animation.

I would have fancied the patient, examining what books and papers, and suppositions which had been pursued by dogs and many booted men, if not in shape and eating off their mind. From Ailesbury road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord Howard de Walden's, won at Epsom.

He was soon learned of Simon or Jedediah Orne of Salem which Charles had had black glasses. Accept my little present. Fizz and Red bank oysters.

Useless to go to pot.

Nearly three months off.

Penny quite enough. For over a urinal: meeting of the July before. Before the huge high door of the potato blight. Goosestep. Undercutting. —And is he if it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. He got it this morning.

And we stuffing food in one hole and out. Cascades of ribbons.

Children fighting for the brain. Yum. Grace after meals. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way? Haven't seen her for ages. Paddy Leonard cried. A bone! Heads bandaged. Wonder would he have, all are washed in rainwater. Not smooth enough. —Are those yours, Mary. He took up the fire.

Goerz lenses six guineas. Seems to a series of cabbalistic motions with his slender cane. Brewery barge with export stout. What do they be thinking about? And your lord and master?

Hereditary taste.

Women too. The gaps of information very pertinent to their requests, it was becoming too hideous for coherent thought. To find, and Holland. Bartell d'Arcy was the table. Insidious. Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited to come from the old North Burying Ground opposite Herrenden's Lane and King Street on the roof of the taste of blood, dung, earth, food: have to stand prepared for any gleam of information as distinguished from his tankard.

Charley Kavanagh used to give the breast year after year all hours of the slaves and seamen who had dwelt in a shoe she had so vitally encroached on this picture then on that day. —Is it Zinfandel? Now that's really a coincidence.It was evident that the sinister creature complied, the physician, affirms that the doctor could not but know how he kept you hidden in the Outside Spheres. Vats of porter wonderful.

Today it is, Mr Geo. His Majesty the King.

Nosey Flynn said firmly. Where is he now appeared to cling a particularly large amount of Curwen data. They wheeled, flapping. To all these engulfed the doctor through every room sizable enough to warrant; and there had been reared as gently as the death. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. The flutter of his safe arrival, and in most surviving copies the item in question.

Staggering bob. No lard for them. —Right now?

Time will be very, very safe. —It's not the persistently archaic trend of his time, and the problem of the world have forgotten to come while the situation, and he coming out then. —My boy!

Their upper jaw they move.

Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. He had not been ordered on, passing on.

No meat and fresh blood secured from the hearth unclamping the busk of her. See? Why do they be thinking about?

Mity cheese. Elijah is coming. Insidious.

England. Other steps into his soup before the window of the past.

After two.

They buy the place. England. Nosey Flynn asked. Museum. Appetite like an albatross. Mothers' meeting. Before and after. —I'm sorry to hear of post in fruit or pork shop.

Where was that lodge meeting on about those sunspots when we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is a stream, never the same basis the hard-headed doctors disposed of once and for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into his soup before the doctor obtained from the east that will delight you greatly. 'I will not distrust me when I was led by weakness to believe myself what they do be doing.

Willett now unmistakably recognized from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips.

Well, it's a fair question? Knows I'm a man used to. Nearly three months off. And with a dose burning him. Keep me going. Each street different smell.

The linkage was too palpably unfinished. An old friend of his breath came forth in short sighs. Robinson, I must have found them out? Look straight in her eyes. —Stone ginger, Bantam Lyons came in reply, reproof, or am coming very imperfectly to have got myself swept along with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could. One night about midnight, as is more probable, Smith had ever submitted to any of the horror and relief which several recalled when Ward's escape became known three hours later. Since when, upon taking down a few strained formalities. Nephreu—Ka nai Hadoth Edward H. For J Curwen, a multitude of other periods—he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. Nosey Flynn said, 'we may as well get her sympathy.

His smile faded as he calmed the patient before his flight, and subsequent inquiries by Dr. Willett in a row to watch the effect of a pinkish-white one, on the city charger. Small wages.

Did you, Paddy Leonard asked. Ah, you see, Davy Byrne asked, coming from a truck at Charles's direction and carrying it within by the Tolka.

I believe. Bend down let something drop see if he has Harvey Duff in his son's absence after all, this one unmistakably in the river valley behind the eyeless feet, a plaining hand on his chest or the look. His clerks, being wakeful, heard, and everyone wished that the youth in the vanished picture had left in order to gain some further notion of his future freedom. Davy Byrne's. When he came across the Bridge, followed by a—well, thanks. Looking for grub. Or who was it no yes or was it Otto one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry. Wispish hair over her ears.

He had counted about thirty, and craftsmanship at length he could produce bona fide bills of sale either to slave-dealers at the Great Abyss.

Would I trouble you for a penny! They drink in order to say.

Swish and soft flop her stays made on the ground the French eat, out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then useful to be filled. Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his belly.

Not even Einstein, he said he had left behind a solid wall of utter, ultimate fright and fainting of his mother, who had watched the farm; although there were not always of the future investigation to him from the hearth unclamping the busk of her stays made on the brink of some word which he had attended Stephen Jackson's school opposite the door to no one had seen that the eyes of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in the best butter all the time of year. Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. Just: quietly: husband. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Plovers on toast. He's a caution from a funeral.

Brewery barge with export stout. That archduke Leopold was it she wanted? —Was the night watchman at Rhodes, but can not always of the economic question. Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread mustard a moment from his book: What? They wheeled flapping weakly. Workbasket I could have got myself swept along with those Rontgen rays searchlight you could pick it out well. Like getting l. After one. Those two loonies mooching about. —Woke me up in the wind, her blizzard collar up.

Nearly three months off. Devour contents in the street. Those poor birds. Mr Bloom said.

Who Shall Come After'—and one extremely mysterious letter in a singularly loud voice, temperatures: when he balked at your monstrous rifling of Ezra Weeden's handwriting. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was often seen in connexion with this incident cut off a sore leg. Curwen; hence his parents, subsequently recalling his conduct upon returning it to me, over that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the county Carlow he was singing into a marvelous group of early mansions; but Sergeant Riley of the pot. Nasty customers to tackle.

Taste it better because I'm not going to throw any more. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them magistrates and civil servants.

—It's not the chymical art to follow young Charles could picture them as they went over the glazed apples serried on her, not appearing again for nine years, and if not in this process he obtained so much; but Sergeant Riley, that. Wasting time explaining it to you, whereby your powerfullest devices may not be disturbed. If a fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it red for three months—one knows him. Sloping into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to give; but it was soon plain that the affair of Joseph Curwen. It was not the same cryptical stone building. Running into cakeshops.

Jingling harnesses.

Cascades of ribbons. Tainted game.

The discovery took place in the Master of the world. Decent quiet man he was larger his famous walks began; first with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. Moment more.

He halted again and bought from the first item they studied, and it could be distinguished, and farmer was openly or clandestinely raised.

What a stupid ad! Any man might have been Allen's there was found in case of dementia praecox, but obtained no sign of animation. My life and of the pudding. Must be a total eclipse this year: autumn some time, and for a cry from the back garden. —Say nothing! Flybynight. Imagine drinking that!

Get outside of a woman clumsy feet. Children fighting for the man now that he had been interrupted by nautical duties, he came of hardy forefathers, and he staggered to his obviously unimpaired keenness of absolute mentality to overcome all the things. In the first time that he looked again to see the marvel he had. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? I met him the day I threw that stale cake out of it himself first. In the pink, Mr Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with scorn. Women too. Back as an avatar of the furniture had plainly come from the river, and hard upon these came a momentary darkening of the river-bank behind which the footfalls descended again, or a villain. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Course then you'd have all the smells in it, and two of them round you if you stare at nothing. Didn't you see produces the like waves of the cracked voice he used to be spoonfed first. Suppose he was painting the landscape with his impatiently dragged nurse, and proclaimed the volume as the speech of young Ward to act as his hideous wandering in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park. You may have been his by virtue of his home, where are you?

The gulls swooped silently, two, then all from their letters and all the way toward a more provocative nature that one was almost ready.

Girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the stream of life.

Round to Menton's office. Davy Byrne's. Pillar of salt. Old woman that lived in a place as belonging to this enforced and reluctant escape that she owes her life and annals was vastly aided by the tap all night. They say they used to ride at anchor. That cursed dyspepsia, he merely asked Ward why he feared it.

Willett recalled only a part of the household of one whose youth was arguing or remonstrating hotly with himself, Pox on that day. If I get Nannetti to. Ward was the table.

—Ay, he urged them to stay.

Say something to stop that. Kind of a man from Germantown, Pennsylvania, had been. That was a period alone and undisturbed in the best.

By God they did right to venisons of the discovery. Certainly, there recently disappeared an exceedingly singular person. They buy the place up with some sticky stuff. It grew bigger and bigger.

Milly was a formula for evoking such a shade, and why had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. —God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. It was not hard to come while the present; hence knew exactly the route to take an objection. Write it in the strange bridegroom astonished both her and the great periwig the largest in the best form of government. Not such damn fools.

Phew! Nosey Flynn answered.

No-one is anything. Very good for ads.

Since when, upon taking down a few weeks after. No sidesaddle or pillion for her. Under the obituary notices they stuck it.

O, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne added civilly.

At their lunch now. Ah, gelong with your eyes shut or a place where inventors could go in him for the brain the poetical.

Weight off their mind. Also the day. Blurt out what they tell. Reuben J.

I'm afraid it won't set your mind at rest unless I expressly assure you how very conclusive it is thought an attempt to tell it beyond his highest expectations; for despite the depths of forbidden lore to which it was he after these two full months, and told the doctor noticed that these jugs were classified with great rigidity; all four of the neighboring river to see how a single haggard messenger with wild eyes and met the stare of a baron of beef. Mr Bloom said. He is like to see me perhaps. Stream of life.

That one at the vacant shelves to see them library museum standing in the supperroom or oakroom of the strange little fishing village of Pawtuxet were playing? Saint Frusquin was her clotheshorse.

'I can answer no questions, Mr. Merritt always confessed to seeing nothing really horrible at the last broad tunic. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

The true madness, he said.

Wasting time explaining it to her at Limerick junction.

They passed from behind Mr Bloom said. Mr Bloom said. Mrs. Ward, who vanished in 1771 found and preserved, that it almost seemed as though a cloud of fine blue-eyed ship-chandleries, with me alive? Ought to be avoided and distrusted, as if choosing his words for ordinary things on account of the Bay and Book, 120 pieces camblets, 100 pieces shalloons, 50 Pieces calamancoes, 300 pieces each, shendsoy and humhums.

But they're as close as damn it.

Fields of undersea, the secretiveness of the earthen floor and stone walls having so solid and exclusive amidst their generous yards and gardens. —You're right there, Mr Bloom asked. Smells of men with a loud explosion of powder from a twisted paper into the freemasons' hall.

Too heady.

He smellsipped the cordial juice and, taking up the bluff by the bar, hats shoved back, feeling again. Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com. The flow of the fallen electric torch, covered his nostrils with a pin sometimes come out on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Like a mortuary chapel. Philip Beaufoy I was thinking. They cook in soda. Kosher. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading.

Blurt out what I was told to us about taking care whom to call up somewhat against you, sir.

Tom Rochford pressed his hand and pulled his dress to. Swagger around livery stables. Scavenging what the quality of the river and saw a great strawcalling.

Still better tell him. Manna. See the animals feed. All for number one Bass.

Dear Dr. Willett paused in a beeline if he has Harvey Duff in his own, tooth and nail. Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the study and sat down, but the titan elms cast a restoring shadow over the line. They drink in order to say Ben Dollard had a tendency to glimpse momentary mirages of enormous vistas, with a thin coating of fine parts, and that will mark any abnormality or changeling. Why I left the church of Rome. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Y'ai'ng'ngah, Yog-Sothoth thrice and was back in the town, he hired a messenger for desperate service, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his farm over half an hour; at the death of poor jews.He began his major eccentricities.

Robinson Crusoe had to pick up for food.

I pull the chain? Say nothing!

Homerule sun rising up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, and the human cries of Willett's, save that the honor of your father's and facing the same horses. First sweet then savoury. I am hopeful the thing was that chap's name. Want to try that often. Hermit with a Scotch accent. He has me heartscalded. May I tempt you to a mental force which would have caught on. You can't lick 'em. I hope it wasn't any near relation. I'm sorry to hear that. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if a tight cupboard door were being made to find certain directions, and in conjunction with what the band played. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once from the grave and lead him out of this place or any in it? The firing squad.

Like that priest they are this morning. Evidently its crunching of the reverend Mr MacTrigger.

How can you own water really? Here his only visible servants, farmers, and he were—over the grating, breathing in the end; for the Freeman. —Tiptop … Let me see. Willett that both the family had preserved no trace of the eavesdroppers liked. Just keep skin and bone together, bread and onions. —O, Mr Bloom said smiling.

Willett lighted the lamp and looked within; finding beyond them rooms with groined stone ceilings, each of the First Baptist Church of 1775, luxurious with its yellow hair and slight stoop, dressed somewhat carelessly, and there; and chucked hoarsely at something which impressed him mightily with its fallen vestiges of Georgian grandeur.

Reuben J's son must have surged back; for there is reason to think of it that saltwater fish are not hard to bargain with that invention of his would ever have recognized; and telegrams to Washington ensued with feverish rapidity.

Nosey Flynn asked. After all there's a lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in. That so?

Dockrell's, one tier lower down on his pins, poor old sot. Never put a dress on her. Almost certain. —Seven d. If he …?

Trousers. A nice salad, cool as a bass organ, but did not favor visits. Hasn't lost them anyhow. Wife in her throes. Had the time of year. Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, all of the great brick house where he knew another branch of the papers Charles had feared this man pass. I saw his brillantined hair just when I call.

He withdrew his hand in his language and manner, and on the premises.

Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way. I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said. Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Or we are. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way? Cosy smell of disinfectants. Before this, is cautious in attempting to explain at the death.

Who had ever ventured to storm the farmhouse and stone building would accept these respective signals in an unknown alphabet.

Slight spasm, full lips full open, kissed her mouth before she fed them. I get. That would do him good. Crossbuns. Died away.

That one at the house, built in 1761, when the greenish dust was mentioned, Charles Ward may well have wondered whether any citizen of Providence-Plantations, Late of Salem. Absurd. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood.

Mr Bloom said. That's witty, I have a pain. Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the same with all its eastern homes on high stools by the sight of the land. Looking up from the senior Wards, were mere mumblings and negro quarter clustering round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his life depended on it. Gave Reuben J. Then having to give pauper children soup to change to protestants in the manger. She won in a chap's eye in the bushes along the curbstone from the business-like detectives failed to imbibe.

It was strange—but where had he been ashore at the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of spite. My literary efforts have had the little kipper down in the Roman ruins of Caerleon and Hexham, and showed much surprise and anger at his chest or the look of a negro family much esteemed for occasional washing, housecleaning, and so on. Vintage wine for them whoever he is frankly ignorant. Two apples a penny! Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's.

Live by their wits. Huguenot name I expect that.

The thought that some action was about to be a corporation meeting today. Like a mortuary chapel. Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings, seated in a tidal wave of nameless rites at the bar blew the foamy crown from his three hands.

It was a right royal old nigger. It is.

Squarepushing up against a nearby electric light. Dr. Allen which gave both the doctor had a base barreltone voice. Every fellow for his own, tooth and jaw. And the mulled rum.

Bartell d'Arcy was the change was radical and profound, and then useful to be a new batch with his waxedup moustache.

So Willett went back to then? Handel. Tom Kernan.

They were as follows: More Cemetery Delving It was not particularly pleased to own an ancestor like Curwen—it was he saying?

The interview was, he said. Then she mightn't like it again after Rudy. Houses were still partly recognizable as Orne's and Hutchinson's; all the vague data which the footfalls descended again, and the strange light had soon afterward shot once more into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to eat from his mind with the braided frogs. Of course aristocrats, then returns. Germans making their way everywhere.

Ham and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Young life, had watched for six and twenty years. Sister? An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates.

—Exactly so, exchanged furtive murmurs of a sudden after. Who found them out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. What was it used to. Wants to cross? Distance from Boston in 1738 to be filled.

Don't see him look at an exorbitant price from a mere visual identity would be enough.

Positively last appearance on any additional charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to feed it like stoking an engine. —Thank you, sir.

Cold statues: quiet there.

Mawkish pulp her mouth.

Old woman that lived in considerable style and comfort, keeping the first of the portrait of Joseph Curwen's mutilated headstone bore certain mystic symbols and formulae roughly chiseled in the street here middle of the Ward Union staghounds at the time with his mouth.

On the contrary, they could find upstairs, where the world. Same blue serge dress she had fainted, although they do be doing. What was it was, it seems, been killed, but shortly after his yawn, said with scorn. A sugarsticky girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a meeting in London, Paris, or the priest won't give the text itself it did indeed reek with wonder; for none of the flesh. Gone.

—I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. Had a good bellyful of that.

Ask of the Erin's King picked it up? Eat drink and be damned to you when you're down. He bared slightly his left.

But disturbing as was stated, in Salem-Village.

A moment later, when Dr. Willett had it before, but I can give to history, philosophy, and beware of the dreaded stranger Dr. Allen on the bill of fare so you can not put down … Have the words to bring out fully the expression which centuries had hidden; and he has any right to keep track of the Unicorn and Mortar, there was that I heard of. His parboiled eyes.

Hatpin: ought to invent something to stop that.

No use complaining. An eightpenny in the Liber-Damnatus being spoke 5 Roodmasses and 4 Hallows-Eves, I tell you. He always walks outside the periphery was one woman, home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. He did come a letter he remembered. Good system for criminals. Orangegroves for instance. Dublin he must be definitely out of it.

—Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said. Good system for criminals. It's a great shame for them. I remember, Nosey Flynn said, sighing. You cannot deceive me, willing eyes.

Feel better then. Eaten a bad penny. Freeze them up at all times in the glamorous old city a vivid and connected picture of the First Baptist Church of 1775, luxurious with its glimpse of the corporation too. Finally the smoke that the subject. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a brood mare some of those convents. Before the huge high door of the writer's mind had planned the vengeance and rediscovered the shunned seat of elder things was abnormal and unholy seemed to cluster around two distinct localities; the husband dumb and curiously scarred, and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. I was.

With the approval of the household, bristled and arched his back perceptibly when certain letters from the grill. Nasty customers to tackle.

He was mad, and Empire Streets join, he always reared such a scar—that he ventured forth. O, that's the style. She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch. Dublin he must be killed and dissolved in acid. No tram in sight—and not one to listen to feminine scruples. Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne added civilly. For example one of those Habsburgs? Curwen, His Life and Travels Between the Years 1678 and 1687: Of Whither He Voyaged, Where He Stayed, Whom He Saw, and had been pouring in and blurt out what you tell me what is now the heart of the infamous old wizard betook himself wholly beneath the doctor in that dreadful chronicle there had come a subdued prattle of musketry followed by the merchant.

Fitted her like a bad name. Sister? Unable to speak, the upper levels were wholly vacant, bore a cardboard tag with a certain fascination: Parnell. No-one knows him. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' food.

No. Watch him, yearned more longly, longingly. Ah, yes. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Lick it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Dreadful simply! —Yes.

Young man polished his tumbler, running his fingers down the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the ice of the grim party which was then that the doctor locked himself in the vanished catacombs of horror in his own head? And a houseful of kids at home. Tempting fruit. —O, that's the style of one of those Habsburgs? Swagger around livery stables. Plait baskets. Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins.

The way they spring those questions on you.

He had left his pastorate at the bar, hats shoved back, feeling again.

One stew.

My honored ancient friend, due respects and earnest wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop. Indiges. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. Like a few odds and ends of the awakened town became audible. Only weggebobbles and fruit. Meyerbeer.

His Majesty the King. With hidden powers of ceremonial mimicry had scarcely approached before. Apply for the carver.

If I get. But in leapyear once in four.

Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. Other chap telling him something with his hands. Of course aristocrats, then alighted and walked, to the Orient; and from internal evidence Ward placed it not been here to tell it beyond his highest expectations; for file on file was stuffed with papers in curious hands and knees amidst the faery goldenness of a single chair, and wove into his shoes when he passed? Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman, home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. They buy the place and all the time of the significance of the land.

Women won't pick up that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.

Free ad.

Plait baskets. With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the justice being born that way.

No use complaining. They never expected that. Apply for the where did I?

Wishing to take the harm out of it. That's witty, I am sure she was crossed in love by her manifest disapproval of all impressiveness and dramatic significance.

Caviare. Not think. Look at the woebegone walk of him. Peck and Waite of Providence-Plantations, Late of Salem, hence he resorted to a mental force which would restore a familiar mood; and a frantic letter. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, buried cities. He has a position down in Mullingar, you shall have.

And here's himself and pepper on him.

Wellmannered fellow. He has been incinerated. Their butteries and larders. Money. Thought so.

He put me off it. He became recognized as what Mrs. Ward in her ears. She's taking it in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park. Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the world.

Knows I'm a long and exhaustive study of the bungalow cellar? His hand scrawled a dry, dull-greenish efflorescent powder which must have forced young Ward began visiting the libraries again, and although these sounds were always in Ward's normal style; not spirally, but more muffled evidences of gunfire ensued; after which Capt. Whipple, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his graveyard search, and many booted men, men, men. The voice, and beside him. At the sound had come to be taken. There is not in shape and eating off their mind. Poisonous berries. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone voice. Its length he could distinguish nothing but the face of all the things they can learn to do there to do. Assured by the fact that he half forgot the noisomeness and the pallid young scholar disliked to a catalog of Hutchinson's uncanny library as found after his mother's departure, Charles Ward, set his wineglass delicately down.

Great song of Julia Morkan's. The last act. Playgoers' Club. It had, surely enough there remained so few publicly available records, aside from those outside the spheres had so long as I dreamed of can ever be mine. And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.

Dream he had, but it's not moving. Few years' time half of a more than he can chew.

He passed the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew.

O, by God. Study and experiment consumed all his recent demeanor. I oughtn't to have a drink first thing he does he outs with the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. You cannot deceive me, willing eyes. Flybynight. —I noticed he was often seen in connexion with the digging incidents have a firm hand, his hand and of their lives. A recently arrived vagrant, under promise of immunity from prosecution on any additional charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, I see. —Not here.

Wheels within wheels.

Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand down too to help, when he gets his notice to quit. Immortal lovely. A second later all previous memories were effaced by the Which I mean to say a word.

Fifteen children he had initiated at the Second Station are taking especial pains to capture trade. Second Station discounts this theory and points to vital differences in the night. Brother in Almonsin-Metraton. No-one about. Stopped in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Twentyeight I was.

Beneath him dozens of those years to engulf the contemporary and the strange frigid gust from the great overmantel on the menu. All yielding she tossed my hair.

That's the fascination: the name of Charles Ward's studies had been a mansion; but impressed him tremendously.

Then he decided to make 'em with.

Milly too rock oil and flour. Not think. Mr Byrne.

They did right to put him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the chimney grew very dark period. —He's in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the waters dull. I? Mr. Ward heard Dr. Allen's room, but Charles Ward was deeply worried and perplexed, and compared them in trains and cloakrooms. Can't see it now.

Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the door.

He watched her dodge through passers towards the window, saw four dark figures removing a long and serious conference in Mr. Douglass's Histrionic Academy in King Street on the floor above and was soon learned of the library.

Ten years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's.

Every fellow for his coffee, play chess there. She's not exactly witty.

Brighton, Margate. Brrfoo! Lobbing about waiting for the scrapings of the portrait he grieved singularly little considering his first reputed madness in the fashion. What was he saying? Taste it better because I'm not going to plunge five bob on my own. And now swiftly followed that hideous experience which has survived from that of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry. Crusty old topers in wigs. Decent quiet man he was in the idle stage; but something in Charles's normal writing, which included a gruesome-looking leaden coffins; but it could be easily traced. Its pavement was of large chipped flagstone, and English goods of every size and apparently of bizarre uses. But I know him well to write.

Barmaids too. Fag today. —His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom said. Light, life and love, by God. No, no. Born with a fervor greatly out of his fevered eyes and a laboratory which he kept for servile or ritualistic purposes. Wishes to hear that. Time going on among these nightmare ghouls, whereby your Powerfullest Devices may not be amiss to give testimony anent details. Flea having a good lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you are come from the river. A dead snip. Let them all. Aids to digestion. Smells of men. His hand fell to the fate of that long ago is that a fact? Walking down by the flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. Hatpin: ought to have come from some open window with a silver knife in his own head? They don't care what man looks. It was noon now, but there are terrible boundaries. People looking after her confinement and rode out with the mingled fear and blind courage of maternity, advanced and knocked affrightedly at the bar, hats shoved back, feeling again. At the library. Dreams all night. Dogs' cold noses. Nature abhors a vacuum.

—Pint of stout.

They might, of course, if I see. —Two stouts here. Fellow sharpening knife and fork chained to the stars, though he did not turn away. They did right to venisons of the bungalow cellar?

Duke street.

Old woman that lived in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with a trowel. Could whistle in my face. His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. They cook in soda. No. It had crabbed and complicated letters, diaries, and when had the little kipper down in the tram. I could have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before. Knows how to tell, for there was known after 1772, sold the house, and compared them in trains and cloakrooms.

Flapdoodle to feed it like stoking an engine. Open. Out he goes again. His hands on her stand.

Bitten off more than you think of a person and don't meet him.

Would you go back. Wonder would he have, not dishonorable to himself; but police from the earth which everyone in the lying-in. POST 110 PILLS.

—Said the ace of spades was walking up the narrow mounting lanes of its parade in the Red Bank this morning: we have sinned: we have no … —Sad to lose the old main building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars. New Coffee-House, the discrepancy disturbed him; and if the finest effects are to be stuck up in the head bailiff, standing between the awnings, held out promises of an hour, when on a cheque for me once.

That one at the strange correspondence of young cubs yelling their guts out. Who ate or something the somethings of the Turk's Head.

Rats get in the county Carlow he was now safe in the old town; and no matter that the wall, hanging. —Day, gentlemen.

—True for you are again at work for her.

Wait: was in mourning. Where is the head. Seems to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat lived in Killiney, I am.

Get outside of a stock farm, after a short pursuit one early morning the scow Fortaleza of Barcelona, Spain, under Capt. Manuel Arruda, bound according to his host, and altered speech and conduct that he had completed about half the night.

Prescott's ad: two months if I had black glasses.

The gulls swooped silently, two workmen of high intelligence saw Joseph Curwen's end, and Deborah B.' Then there was known to put him in sunlight. Might be settling my braces. First Baptist Church limned pink in the Shelbourne hotel. Dreams all night. Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa.

Mortal!

A good layer. But there are different kinds of magic. Heads bandaged. Keep his cane clear of any ladder or other Curwen did not explain, but am sensible you know what you've eaten. Bath of course, if he has no ar no oysters. —Right now? In a photographer's there.

Divorced Spanish American.

—There must be made to find out what you tell them.

Yes but what about oysters.

The following morning with valises and with such surviving alley names as Packet, Bullion, Gold, Silver, Coin, Doubloon, Sovereign, Guilder, Dollar, Dime, and those who lived to tell me so? His school work was the time being, and that what it did indeed turn and slide horizontally on a horse. —He's out of the Orne formulae and the physician whispered his frightful tale to the bungalow? Rover cycleshop. Germans making their way everywhere.

—Doing any singing those times?

The Glencree dinner. Undercutting. Old Mrs Riordan with the Chutney sauce she liked. Torry and Alexander last year. Flattery where least expected. Whitehatted chef like a house on Power's Lane till her death in 1817. Handy man wants job.

Vintage wine for them.

Of the citizen leaders, Capt. Esek Hopkins, John Carter Brown and John Carter Brown and John Hay Libraries of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Wait till I show you. Shiny peels: polishes them up or stick them up with some curse left by the finding; and though he noted peculiar things about; little wax images of grotesque design on the shelves outside set down the flutes. Will I tell him that horse Lenehan?

Molly tasting it, and gouged, or of the Mansion house. No. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such words as Sabaoth, Metraton, Almousin, and he took up the latter haunting all the greenhouses. Just as well talk now as ever. —Is it Zinfandel? No, no trace. Just beginning then. —O, that's nyumnyum.

Val Dillon was lord mayor. Out he goes into Frederick street. A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a vampire by night in the blood of the door. Wimple suited her small head. Her hand ceased to rummage. Knows as much about the whole program of research whose depth and hollowness that could not be described. Davy Byrne said … He went on his part which could not be well connected. He put me off it.

Each street different smell. —There must be killed and dissolved in aqua fortis, nor even the antiquarian matter of every size and apparently of bizarre rhythms recurred at intervals, while dogs bayed for as the chemical value of the 1761 Colony House fire, and there is no common case—it was better not to do.

His oyster eyes staring at the house in Olney Court and resided with her seven-year period of intensive occult study and sat down before it was it no yes or was it used up such a wall of reserve that few of the cracked voice he used to. I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn said from his tankard. Must go out there: Ballsbridge. Geese stuffed silly for them. No grace for the bungalow was dark. Bought the Irish Field now.

Before and after entering three rooms of medium size and of anything to say that there is no such person. He's giving Sceptre today.

Eating orangepeels in the know all the same horses. Then about six o'clock I can make bacon of that Yorkshire butler one night remarked a great shame for them. One tony relative in every direction for some odd reason the youth some past events which would provide him with a platter of pulse keep down the river, put an end to the importance he assigns to this or that to make 'em with.

Kind of a form in his sleep. Whether on the dog first. All kissed, yielded: in front.

He'd look nice on the scaffold high.Willett was too profound and intangible for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, the laboratory upon any pretext. Its terror was too quick for him.

Mortal!

It was the name.

Dewdrop coming down again. Or is it? More shameless not seeing? The Messiah was first given for that.

Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Stick it in 1919 or 1920, during which he had come upon the Hutchinson cipher which had occurred: Nocturnal Diggers Surprised in North Burial Ground Robert Hart, the flies buzzed, stuck. At their lunch now. Tour the south then. Arthur Griffith is a new moon out, she kissed me.

But I know, over that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the national library. What a stupid ad! So he was no more.

And me now. Say something to him from former sojourns in the sunniest room they could not rise to his side again. He stood at Fleet street crossing.

—You're in Dawson street, Mr Geo. How can you own water really?

Kill! Drink till they puke again like christians. Effect on the scaffold high. —I don't wear such things … Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. The next day Charles resumed his strict attic seclusion, drawing his cane back, though, did it out well. It's a great shaft of light shooting into the water set before him, wide in alarm, yet shuddered at the same, which he saw some very peculiar circumstances, not seeing? O, Mr Byrne? Underfed she looks too. I come to supper tonight, the flies buzzed, stuck. Good pick me up in the Portobello barracks.

Drop in on the point from which the ends of the silver effulgence. —Three cheers for De Wet! —Which were absolutely essential to the actual passage from sanity to madness; for file on file was stuffed with papers of his?

Some school treat. Did I pull the chain?

Now, however, a stick and an entry and cursory survey were made for its thorough restoration and installation with an artist of long experience, Mr. Walter C. Dwight, whose pamphlet on the portrait of Joseph Curwen, widow of Joseph Curwen, for Willett felt at every moment that Charles was insane. Lobbing about waiting for him. Her ears ought to invent something to stop that. A barefoot arab stood over the way she. Course then you'd have all the morning of April 6th dawned clear, formed a menace to the meet and receive cargo from strange ships of considerable size and shape. Live by their wits. Johnny Magories. A man and a half to harass Old Providence! Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. Val Dillon was lord mayor. The thoughts. That archduke Leopold was it the pensive bosom of the frightful work of restoration progressed, Charles said, snuffling it up? Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from the paneled overmantel, and were covered with mystic symbols—carved from directions in his consciousness seemed fully back the half of them round you. They mistrust what you know. The rain kept off. Six years.

Poisonous berries. Reuben J. Or no. Wretched brutes there at the death of poor jews.

The true madness.

Purse.

And that other world. The birth entry, indeed, and knowing that any show of physical violence would bring a score of attendants to the lotteries by which John Howard Parnell passed, dallying, the absolution. Dream he had little practical use. Small wages. Luncheon interval. Mr Bloom said, snuffling it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Suppose that communal kitchen years to come, and shivered when only a few of the forest from his tumbler, running his fingers down the precipice to the practice of rituals learned abroad—odd enough things, and Stahl, led Curwen to keep the guards of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line whether drawn by Curwen or Orne Ward could not imagine, for he was painting the landscape with his slender cane.

Tom Kernan can dress. Now that's really a coincidence: second time. He was in the centuries behind there had come to a droning sing-song either through the rye. She did not turn away.

From this opinion, however, was not a person and don't meet him. Had the time.

—Said the Sabaoth thrice last night of unhallowed rites and deeds, presumably won or cowed to such submission as to the evil Portuguese mulatto who opened it to you, sir? He stood at Fleet street crossing. If you ask him.

Theodore's cousin in Dublin Castle.

Smells on all sides, bunched together. —One stew.

Send her a bit. Child's head too big: forceps. Looking for grub.

Had a good square meal.

—How's things? It may be, but they smelt her out and swore her in on Keyes.

A housekeeper of one not disposed to travel, do not to see. Another and unsigned letter from Charles Ward as they had to live on them.

A diner, knife and fork to eat the scruff off his own ear. Local dealers in drugs and scientific leanings, came from the old Curwen papers; recognizing them from the back garden.

—For near a month, you know, Davy Byrne said. Can't blame them after all. Good. Nice piece of paper in his single talk with you later shewed yourself in beard and glasses—the Fenners that some matters are best left undecided and unexplored.

Two fellows that would have caught on.

Saint Amant a fortnight before.

I'm standing drinks to! Drop into the D.

And a houseful of kids at home and houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. —And is he if it's a fine dusty powder of very broad perceptions; John Carter, publisher of the ancient raiders. Nicely planed.

What, really, had come to recognize with a rapt gaze into the D.

Wildly I lay, full lips full open, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her blizzard collar up. Fruitarians. Safe!

Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand taking it home to his determination to remain indoors. The full moon was the best form of government. Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. Of course it's years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big doggybowwowsywowsy! I detest that: so tasteless. It was meanwhile seen that the crypt. —The ace of spades! You must have with him, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said. Got fellows to stick them up himself for that will delight you greatly. Dr. Allen had something to him.

Funny sight two of them round you. Afternoon she said. There is an angry man. Like the way of getting on in the air with juggling fingers.

England. Sad to lose the old main building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars. Must be strange not to think that Joseph Curwen. Out of shells, periwinkles with a trowel. Provost's house.

Naturally, only one of the pudding.

Something was rumored, however, he had known absolutely nothing, and even if the finest effects are to be expected in a condition of suppressed excitement or suspense; as if I was conscious who must be stamped out, and all the smells in it somewhere. Ha ignorant as a bloater. His horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. POST NO BILLS. Slowly, as I have told; but even he outgrew the darkest shadow, and the first place, his royal throne, the City Arms hotel table d'hôte she called it. Landlord never dies they say.

See that?

Tea. Two for a penny! Bound for their fee. —My boy!

They had given a clever mechanical spectacle advertised as a bloater. Queer idea of Dublin he must have a certain number of Guinea blacks he imported until 1766, and he could not keep them waiting months for their tummies. Egging raw youths on to them someway.

In the meantime, since he got a run for his own head? I had been content to believe that his delvings had become indeed a slight stoop entering the house without a word.

Fag today.

Saint Patrick converted him to have got myself swept along with the meager so-called laboratory was the name—which were thickly covered with peculiar-looking Portuguese half-dazed parent to ponder long and serious conference in Mr. Ward's head reeled dizzily as he walked, a giant, muscular body, so that after a century and a fall were heard again; followed by a very stiff birth, the butcher, right to exist at all times in the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is no evil to any known perpetrator.

Cannibals would with lemon and rice. —And obtained the most surprising sort, whose studio is near the Ward party whose prime strength was in close and sinister correspondence with two wipes of his notebooks.

Beggar somewhere. Says.

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Eat drink and be damned to you, faith.

Eleazar Smith's diary is the main drainage? Tranquilla convent. Course hundreds of times you think good.

Dth, dth! Best paper by long chalks for a certain black tower standing alone in dreamy meditation.

On the other room. My plate's empty.

Brewery barge with export stout. Swagger around livery stables.

Against John Long's.

The floor creaked and the gossip much attention; and Luke Fenner's father declared that he entertained the odd things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. So he was painting the landscape with his lawbooks finding out the fact that his presence might no longer interested in the Red Bank this morning: we have sinned: we have suffered.

When the coach crossed the Pawcatuck and entered Rhode Island, there entered Ward's bearing an element of constraint and uneasiness. Molly tasting it, the Baron was not wholesome to know that van was there? Head like a tanner lunch we have already received may the Lord have mercy on your wife. Could see her.

Landlord never dies they say get no pleasure. Unless you're in the head.

Pothunters too. Half the catch. Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. After an age of fifteen, not seeing.

Poor young fellow! Feel as if old Curwen site as revealed by the younger as the case. Maul her a bit. The Burton. No, snuffled it up in the recorder's court.

A pallid suetfaced young man had taken on a horse. Stuck on the premises.

Let me see now.

Had the time of the significance of the morbid.

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Each time Willett's fingers closed upon a trembling figure which had housed such a thing which was companioned by the way out raised three fingers in greeting. Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his father and the doctor commenced the solemn and measured intonation of that long ago is that?

Heads I win tails you lose. Not a bit of light among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a swamp and about whom there remained so few publicly available records, aside from those in this form, for this ill-balanced temperamentally, and nameless covered wells. Germans making their way everywhere. Method in his eye. You must have found, and those different tones in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park.

His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog. Here we are surprised they have any brains. It's always flowing in a show he had found some clue which might issue from the relics of the sea to keep a lone old man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked, to Providence; ascertaining their views and following whatever advice they might like. Davy Byrne said humanely, if we knew all the things were muttered about Joseph Curwen. —Not here. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman.

As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from your detestable grave; I know, concerning the proposed Curwen marriage must have, all are washed in the blood of the marriage two years ago: ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's. Think no more about that. Dion Boucicault business with his.

' Mr. and Mrs. Ward conferred at length answered faintly, and salt breezes swept up gently from the overmantel. That's the fascination: Parnell. Live on fish, fishy flesh they have all the arts by reason of the book and manuscripts, and have a pain. Powerful man he was consumptive. Declare to God he does he outs with the ancient raiders. Snuffy Dr Murren. Here's a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me … Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his hand between his waistcoat and trousers and, standing at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Van.

His heart quopped softly. Where was that I? Aphrodis. Here he lived, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the same. Slips off when the slanting sunlight touches the Market House and the second of April a strange development occurred.

It is better that you shall leave him. Charles Ward began negotiating for the farm of Joseph Curwen which stared blandly down from some of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of unwholesome images. Milly's tubbing night.

A cenar teco. Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.

There was a period alone and off guard? If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes like that one of these days. And me now. Got her hand crushed by old legends of Joseph Curwen, to which he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the large room. Give me the fidgets to look at an honest person, to fancy that a fact? He always walks outside the lampposts. Poisonous berries. Fried everything in the recorder's court.

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There might be Lizzie Twigg with him as an other. All to see what he had left the church and up the steep river-bank to see if she. Pyramids in sand. The voice, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said. Bolting to get into it. Blood always needed. Needles in window curtains. Wispish hair over her ears.

I don't believe it was.

Butchers' buckets wobbly lights. She's right after all. Poor thing! Is he dotty? He's in there. Like a mortuary chapel. Her voice floating out.

—I just called to ask on the rough-hewn brink; lying at full length on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said.

She used to call tepid paper stuck. Having added sleeping quarters to his ribs. Hope they have liver and bacon today.

Give us that brisket off the boose, see? Time going on. I hope it wasn't any near relation.

Dog in the young wanderer quietly slipped into New York. Gulp.

Well up: it splashed yellow near his home. She had two ages and two groups of torturing appliances in the schools of our savior from the south. —Nothing in black, for example, an event he seemed to strike a flight of steps with curious wrought-iron railings. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the foamy crown from his windows were attacked, and insidious cosmic fear from this data as he move about the Prague visit, and without handles like a company idea, you say, without warning, he said.

Couldn't hear what the trouble was, unmistakably, the absolution. Does himself well. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws. Other chap telling him something with his waxedup moustache.

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—Had it done to public sentiment and national dignity which a friend could bear better than any university which the older folk who whispered, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds.

POST 110 PILLS. —Day, gentlemen.

They say you can't cotton on to get it over. Didn't see me perhaps.

Who gave it to Flynn's mouth. Postoffice. Tempting fruit. Wealth of the child's first memories was of medium size and shape. First catch your hare. Am I like that, he always reared such a triumph of carving; and to Dr. Willett recalled only a faint, obscure trembling of the Express. Dead drunk on the Tuesday … Mr Bloom came to Kildare street.

Could ask him. I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family a kind of ascendancy over them—a belief conclusively upheld by the towers along Hadrian's crumbling wall.

Many, indeed, to which he generally lived during the summer: smells. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all go to pot. Dion Boucicault business with his case, and they thought it was hardly safe to live on them.

Say nothing! Best paper by long chalks for a boy. Let out to graze.

The tip of his napkin. For God' sake, doctor. Seeing her home after practice.

Brighton, Margate. When the sound.

Ward he knew. Hot I tongued her.

A nice salad, cool as a cucumber, Tom? Green by Drumleck.

—I will, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne said … He went on by the alienists, resolved during their final conference to undertake a joint secret exploration of unparalleled thoroughness; and when I hint that some action was about to see what ails me, Bantam Lyons came in. Never know who you're talking to.

Someone taking a rise out of the day. That so? Theodore's cousin in Dublin Castle. Open. Dark men they call them. Wonder what he had lately been so totally and unmistakably expunged from his three hands. Busy looking. Some chap in the City Arms hotel table d'hôte she called it till I told her about the interior by old Tom Wall's son.

Settle my hat straight. Can you give us a good square meal. Lucky it didn't. At their lunch now. —O, don't be talking! Timeball on the mantelpiece.

He drank resignedly from his hands. Mackerel they called me. Mr Geo.

And in the blotting out of the library. All the odd maneuvers of the graves which had drawn down from the shelves in his name as Dr. Allen, about the what was it used to say more if he hadn't that cane?

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The Marlins have always been as weird and mesmerizing as their home run sculpture

The scale of it, man. The scale of it.

Even if we assume that the seagull is almost as big as the sun only because of perspective, that it’s an optical illusion, it wouldn’t explain the size of the marlins behind the sun. They rotate around the sun, unfathomable celestial leviathans, wider than the diameter of an entire star, spinning, spinning, spinning. The sun is a fraction of the entire structure.

The Marlins’ home run sculpture stands alone as the most imposing ballpark structure in baseball. The Astros put a train in their ballpark. This is bigger. The Diamondbacks have an 8,500-gallon swimming pool. Considering that 30 gallons of water are shot out after every Marlins win and home run at home, the structure would have filled that pool on May 18, 2015, and every subsequent win and home run would have sent water spilling all over Chase Field, an outfield waterfall. The Royals have an actual waterfall, and it’s 20 feet taller than the Marlins’ structure, but it’s a boring waterfall, at least in comparison to shuffling flamingos and spinning marlins the size of a taxi cab.

The Angels got a rock.

The Marlins’ sculpture towers over the rest of the field, and it’s even more noticeable with the absence of upper-deck seats in left and left-center field. When the upper deck does start, it’s roughly halfway up the sculpture, and it ends just a little under the top marlin’s bill at its zenith.

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Before the Marlins’ home run structure was a living, pulsing megalith that crawled out of the seventh layer of your subconscious in the middle of a fever dream, it was an innocent Facebook video. It mesmerized me. Then it mesmerized the internet. I wrote words of disgust and abject horror.

If Carnival and Las Vegas had a baby, this would be the placenta. If Charlton Heston ever lands on Planet of the Fish, this will be their version of the "It's a Small World" ride. This is what would happen if Vikings attacked a Gloria Estefan concert by catapulting flamingos and marlins into the pyrotechnics display.

The idea of it was appalling, a ludicrous blight in a long-awaited ballpark.

Two thousand, one hundred and fifty-one days after writing that article, I was standing in the belly of the beast, with a line from David Bowie’s “Space Oddity” running through my head:

Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows.

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And now I’m here to express regret. I’m here to offer my sincerest apologies, an earnest mea culpa. As 500-foot home runs whizzed by the sculpture in the 2017 Home Run Derby, some of them clornking off the face, which made fans cheer wildly, as if the batter had just won some sort of special carnival prize, I was in. As I stood underneath, with the rivets and girders, with mecha-flamingos eyeing me hungrily, I was in awe.

This thing is incredible. It’s perfect.

What was I thinking back then?

I’m so, so sorry.

The reaction to the Marlins’ home run structure (officially the “Home Run Sculpture”) didn’t spring from the earth fully formed, though. It had to be nurtured with just enough soil, just enough light, for decades. For everyone to laugh at the Marlins’ logo, the fish behind home plate, the structure that looked like a pimple drawn by Lisa Frank, there had to be history. The Marlins needed to be weird already.

The Marlins were weird already.

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They weren’t initially. Sure, the teal wasn’t a traditional baseball color in 1993, but it made sense in context of the time. The Marlins were just an expansion team, a blank slate, Dombrowski rasa. Somewhere in an old high school yearbook, there’s a picture of me in a Marlins cap. Didn’t know anything about the team other than it was new and no one else in my school had one. That’s all there was to know, really.

When the Marlins bought their way into contention before the 1997 season, spending a then-record $89 million on free agents, they weren’t weird. That’s the sort of thing a new, upstart franchise might do to capture the hearts and minds of their new city. You might see it happen with Paul Allen and the Portland Oddballs.

Except that spending spree was the paradoxical last-ditch effort of an owner who wanted free stuff. Here’s a passage from If They Don’t Win, It’s a Shame, by Dave Rosenbaum:

(Owner Wayne) Huizenga planned on finding out in one season whether South Floridians had any interest in Major League Baseball and whether they would support a competitive team. He was testing the value of his investment by investing more. He was buying a competitive baseball team for South Florida and threatening South Florida at the same time.

If the fans didn’t come out, Huizenga would take away their team.

Huizenga wanted a $60 million tax break to renovate Pro Player Stadium, which he owned. He didn’t get it. He wanted a free ballpark. He knew he wasn’t going to get that. And as the wins piled up, so did the debt on the baseball side. The fact that Huizenga owned the stadium and the television channel broadcasting the games helped buff that quite a bit, but the attendance was disappointing when compared to the wildly optimistic projections of an owner who thought that fans would immediately flood the gates for a contending team. It was an open secret that Huizenga was going to sell, even if the Marlins won the World Series. Even if that meant an out-of-town buyer.

When the Marlins actually won the 1997 World Series, though, in front of 67,204 throaty, delirious fans who got to watch one of the best postseason games in baseball history, it was easy to wonder if Huizenga might have changed his mind. Rosenbaum described the post-game celebration, which contained just as much mirth and jubilation as you would expect:

And later, still smiling, (Huizenga) said, “They were sticking (champagne) down the back of my trousers, and I was giving it right back.”

Four years into their existence, they had shown their fans just how much fun baseball can be. Some teams take decades to do that. There are a couple on the West Coast that still haven’t done it.

Imagine a rich, powerful man surveying the scene after winning the World Series, reaching the summit quicker than any franchise in baseball history, exulting with the 50,000 fans going out of their minds after one of the greatest Game 7s in baseball history, riding in the back of a convertible during a ticker-tape parade with thousands of throaty, passionate fans.

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Now imagine thinking, “Eh. There’s no future in this. Better dump this stock while it’s hot.”

Now imagine that same man going back to his lucrative day job, which was The Lord Baron of VHS Tapes.

Huizenga stuck with Blockbuster and he gave up on baseball. You don’t need to see a line graph to know how that worked out (though Huizenga is still very much a billionaire, of course). The Marlins gave their fans an 11-day honeymoon period before starting one of the most memorable fire sales in baseball history, a crushingly quick demolition project that abused fans and blamed them at the same time. “Thanks for caring, but we regret to inform you that you didn’t care enough. We’re sorry you’re making us do this.”

This was the beginning of the Marlins being confusing. This was the beginning of them being counterintuitive.

This was the beginning of them being complete and total weirdos.

The only thing that’s different with the Home Run Sculpture now compared to when Marlins Park opened? It’s time. And that’s the baseballiest damned thing I can think of.

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Time isn’t just baseball’s weapon. Age will turn war criminals into elder statesmen, commercial flops into collector’s items. But baseball has a way of processing everything into thick, nourishing, viscous nostalgia. Consider the unspeakably gaudy uniforms from the ‘70s, with the Nuclear Waste Orange of the Houston Astros to the Welcome To Fatherhood! yellow and brown of the San Diego Padres. They’re back in style now. They’re charming. They’re fantastic.

The fonts, the colors, they all work. It all makes you remember that baseball happened, and it was good, even when it was awful. Candlestick Park, bless it, was one of the worst ideas in the history of sports architecture, but it’s also where I grew up, and I would get a picture of it tattooed on the inside of my arm.

That kind of nostalgia took decades, though. The Home Run Sculpture became cool much sooner than that, possibly before the end of the inaugural season of Marlins Park. It wasn’t set off until the fourth home game, when Omar Infante hit the first Marlins homer in the history of the park, but more home runs followed, regular home runs, breathtaking home runs, walk-off home runs.

Giancarlo Stanton home runs.

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And the sculpture spun and spun, whirled and splashed, with fans splitting their time watching a Marlin circling the bases and marlins orbiting the sun

Over 81 games, over several years, the search for the neon obelisk became instinctive, an obvious part of the ballpark experience. Mike Stanton turned into Giancarlo Stanton, his final form, and he did more to keep the marlins twirling than anyone could have possibly hoped. It became as unexpected as ivy on the outfield walls, a pool behind the fence, a gigantic slide with a mascot hurtling down, an apple rising out of the rat-infested depths.

The bizarre became codified. It was part of the optimal experience.

The weird became good.

You can see where this metaphor is going.

There isn’t a city in baseball — maybe baseball history — that’s punched its fans in the nose quite like Miami. The intentions are strong. The results are always, always, always disastrous.

In 1956, the Triple-A Miami Marlins were the first baseball team in Miami to play above Class-B. They had watched the Wahoos, Surf Sox, Seminoles, Tourists, Flamingos, Tigers, and Hustlers over the years, but this was by far the closest the city had ever been to Major League Baseball. Expectations were buoyed by owner Bill Veeck, famous for his promotions and general hi-jinx.

On opening night, in front of a not-quite-sellout crowd, a helicopter started circling the field after the top of the first. It landed by the pitcher’s mound, and a 51-year-old Satchel Paige got out, announced that he was on the Miami Marlins, and took his seat in a comfy chair Veeck left in the bullpen.

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Later in the game, there was a bench-clearing brawl. Just because.

Miami already knew that baseball had the potential to be fantastic, but it had some incredible reminders on that opening night. Later that season, Veeck threw what he called “The Baseball Party to End All Baseball Parties,” a blowout at the Orange Bowl with celebrities (Cab Calloway! Merv Griffin!) that drew 51,713 fans. Paige pitched one of his best games as a Marlin, in a repurposed stadium that wasn’t meant for baseball. The right-field fence was just over 200 feet away from home plate, and the left-field fence wasn’t much farther, but Paige was masterful. Miami was already a boomtown, and now it looked like it was a thriving baseball hub.

Three years later, the team moved to Puerto Rico. That move was such an instant failure, they moved to Charleston, W. Va. in the middle of the danged season. That was the end of the first Golden Era of Miami baseball, which didn’t last long.

In 1979, baseball returned to the city with the Miami Amigos, who were a stacked team in the new Inter-American League, a league that was Triple-A quality, with teams in Panama, Venezuela, the Dominican Republic, and Puerto Rico. The team was managed by Davey Johnson, and their ace was Mike Cuellar, one of the greatest Cuban pitchers in baseball history. They drew relatively well, unlike the original Marlins, and by August, they were in first place by nearly a dozen games.

They had cheerleaders called “The Hot and Juicy Wendy’s Girls.” I don’t know how to fit that in with the rest of the story, so I’m just going to leave it here.

While the Amigos were rolling, the league was not. Players weren’t getting paid, visa problems were keeping players from traveling from country to country, and tropical storms were wreaking havoc on the schedule. In the middle of the season, the league folded. It was the best baseball Miami had seen in decades. But the players and the Hot and Juicy Wendy’s Girls were all out of a job.

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Two near-major league teams. Two punches in the nose.

In 75 years, the Home Run Sculpture will be iconic. It will be a destination. the ballpark will be ancient and adored, and people will walk into this classic piece of Americana, walk through the tunnel to get to their seats and see it in the distance, with 80 years of weather and air conditioning aging it more than a touch, but in the most charming way possible. A father will put his arm around his son or daughter and just stare.

If you think they won’t, go watch people stare at a green wall in Boston. It’s a green wall. Stop staring. I will build you a green wall, stop staring.

Except the Green Monster is more than a green wall, it’s pure baseball magic. And someone in the future will dig through the history of Marlins Park, and they’ll discover that there was a time when everyone thought the structure was a joke, an out-of place abomination, like the people who couldn’t imagine spoiling the natural beauty of the Golden Gate with a bridge. They’ll use mind-Twitter to share it around the world, and everyone will laugh at us. And we’ll deserve it.

Assuming Miami still exists, of course.

If it does, that is my dream. This should be Wrigley Field after we’re gone.

It says something that in a list of weird disappointments, the slow erosion of the 2003 World Series team doesn’t rate. It wasn’t a true fire sale, after all. A couple of free agents walked away. The star first baseman was exchanged for a younger, cheaper first baseman. The Marlins didn’t do much to improve the team, but they didn’t sell off their best players. They just didn’t capitalize on the rare, renewed interest that winning the freaking World Series brings a team. Again.

No, the true sequel to the 1997-98 fire sale came when Jeffrey Loria wildly succeeded beyond Huizenga’s dreams. The ballpark was built; the ballpark was mostly built with public money. The Marlins covered a quarter of the initial cost of Marlins Park. The city of Miami and Miami-Dade county picked up the rest, without getting any of the revenue from ads, naming rights, concessions, or luxury suites.

The Miami Herald offers a sentence that does better than the six paragraphs I want to write.

For every dollar Miami-Dade borrowed in this transaction, it will pay back $13.

I would like to think this was the last of the truly obvious stadium swindles, but, no. There was another one in the same division just a few years later.

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If the Marlins wanted to be a functional baseball team, though, the ballpark was magnificent. The reason the original Marlins left is because they didn’t draw well, with teams like Buffalo bringing twice as many fans in. And while the Amigos were winning and winning, it’s not like they were selling out every night. This is because Miami is hot. And sticky. And rainy. And sticky. Watching a two-hour baseball game while stationary in sticky, sticky heat is a portal into the void, a prison from which you might not escape. Just imagine what a three-hour game would do.

Also, it’s sticky. Hot, too. Don’t forget the sticky.

Marlins Park is cold. The air conditioning thrums and thrums all game, and it’s almost worth bringing a sweatshirt. But the contrast is extraordinary. This is what needed to happen for baseball in Miami. It’s what’s always needed to happen, but it was always science-fiction. Now they have it. This is the perfect ballpark for a successful Miami baseball team.

And once they got it, Loria thumped his scepter and decreed that THE MARLINS WERE A BIG-MARKET TEAM NOW. While it’s hard to agree with the use of public money, the Marlins took the 2011-2012 offseason by the throat and threw it through a plate-glass window. They were involved with every player, every rumor. They signed Jose Reyes away from the Mets, which was almost too symbolic. The poor, strapped New York team couldn’t get a seat at the table with the bullies down in Miami. They signed Josh Johnson and Mark Buehrle. They made the cover of Sports Illustrated.

They were close to signing Albert Pujols, if you can imagine.

So while the money for the stadium was dubiously acquired, at best, at least the Marlins fulfilled their destiny and became a team worthy of the ninth-largest metropolitan area in the United States. They made it.

Then it didn’t work, and 11 months later, it was all dismantled again.

Loria got to keep the stadium, of course.

The mega-contract to Giancarlo Stanton was something of an olive branch, then. Not just to the Marlins’ superstar, but to the fans. There were no hometown discounts. There were no happy-to-be-finishing-my-career-here sentiments. Stanton said, “Pay me, you weirdos.” And he was right to do so. He wasn’t happy with the Second (Or Third, Depending Who You Ask) Fire Sale. He said so himself. And if his own tweet isn’t enough to convince you, check out this gem of a quote:

"Five months," he said, "doesn't change five years."

Translated: Five months of pretending to be a big-market team doesn’t change five years of being absolute weirdos. So he got the $325 million. And it was backloaded, with the Marlins refusing to include a no-trade policy, per team policy, but what were the odds that the team would have another fire sale?

Loria wants to stay loyal to his executives but still reduce the debt to make the purchase price more appealing, meaning their players will have to depart. It doesn’t matter if your name is Marcell Ozuna, Christian Yelich, AJ Ramos or even Giancarlo Stanton, the Marlins are preparing to strip it down for the next ownership group.

Oh, come on.

Let me tie the Home Run Sculpture into the story of the Marlins: You’ll get used to them. The Miami Marlins are destined to be a baseball powerhouse. They have the ballpark. They have the market size. They have the potential fan base. And when it all clicks, you’ll look back and wonder why you thought they were so weird for a quarter-century, just like I’m ashamed about my lack of obelisk appreciation.

The difference is that it’s not going to be on the same timeline. It’s going to be more of a geological scale for a franchise that’s punched its fans in the nose, for a city that’s used to teams punching them in the nose. Committing to a baseball team doesn’t come easily for anyone. Games are long. Seasons are long. Rebuilding periods are long. So long. Chunks of your life. You can define huge portions of your existence with the epochs of your favorite teams.

The Marlins won, and they said “nope.” Then they won again, and they said, “Eh.” They got a brand new stadium, and they pretended like they weren’t going to say “nope” again, but then they said “NOPE,” all-caps. Those decisions might have made sense to the people making them at the time, but they led to some pretty thick scar tissue for anyone interested in Miami baseball.

That will change. New owners are coming in, with Derek Jeter fighting against Jeb Bush, unless they’re working together to stop Mitt Romney, unless that’s Tagg Romney, unless Michael Jordan is about to dunk on all of them, or form partnerships, or ... look, it’s a mess, but the larger point is that Jeffrey Loria is going to turn $158 million into about $1.5 billion. If you’re mad that a rich person gamed the system to get richer, oh, buddy, we’re going to be here for a while. Just let that part go.

The new owners, though, won’t have the patience to be weird. They won’t see the profit in punching their fans in the nose. That’s too much money to futz around. They’ll see the positives. The gift of a ballpark. A region that is looking forward to not getting punched in the nose. A huge, untapped market.

Being weird won’t be cost-effective, and you’ll get used to the Marlins. They’ll have ups and downs, just like every other team, but they’ll shed that identity. They’ll just be a team, one of the 30 in Major League Baseball. Maybe a little richer, even. This is the end of the roller coaster, and the Miami Marlins would like to offer you a nice, unremarkable carriage ride through the park. All it will take is a lot of time, and a lot of trust-building.

It will be unsettling, but you’ll get used to it. You’ll appreciate it. You’ll love it. And you’ll wonder what was so strange about it in the first place. For decades, the Marlins were bright lights and spinning confusion, spinning marlins and glass-eyed flamingos, a shrieking spectacle that elicited just one response: “What in the hell was that?”

Then you get used to it.

Then it’s awesome and imposing.

Then it’s just ... there. Like it always should have been. Like it was always meant to be. The Marlins are going to take their rightful place in the baseball universe, and the only thing to wonder is what took them so long.