#like no men as a collective engage with “hoes” so what do you think it means

[iceyrukia]

One of the reasons misogynistic slurs can't be reclaimed is because they are not only used to describe women that men hate as they are usually sexually charged: bitch, whore, slut, hoe, prostitute etc. Meaning not only that men hate promiscuous women and value them based on their purity,

but.., I think they also have a hidden meaning to men (an unspoken agreement) that women who are LABELED as any of these words are basically a free for all punching bag of SEXUAL ABUSE for men. And all men understand that as justification for women to be abused; just see how they talk about female porn stars and prostitutes.

These misogynistic slurs reveal the secret (well its not really a secret it's just that women just can't conceptualize how men's sadistic sexually works) language of men. These words are part of rape culture and how men label women as resources to be their private property (wives) or public property ("whores"), which men want to engage with both despite their hatred.

It explains why men have a collective deep and spine chilling hatred towards prostitutes that they don't even have for rapists (as if they are even comparable), and because they are the rapists and rape apologists who as a class want to systematically rape women. Calling women misogynistic slurs is so popular on porn titles and music because it means "these are women labeled for men's sadistic use and disposal" and men understand this well.

[kindahoping4forever]

I Don’t Wanna Spend One More Christmas Without You // Poly!Cashton

@cal-puddies​​ and I want to thank everyone who read/liked/reblogged/left us feedback during our Hoe For The Hoe-lidays event. We keep saying we can’t believe we pulled this off: between our 10 solo fics and this co-write, we posted over 30k words this week! I’m proud of not only that impressive feat but also the work we produced, these have been some of my favorite pieces in recent memory.

We knew we wanted to close out with a Galaxybrain co-write but we weren’t sure which of our lanes to feed. We figured, hey it’s the season of giving: why not both? 😏 In true Cass & Crystal fashion, this started out with us just being thirsty (we wrote the smut first lmao) but ended up being super heartfelt and emotional? Please be sure and let us know what you think, we couldn’t be prouder of this one!

Warnings: Reader x Calum, Reader x Ashton, Calum x Ashton; a relatively new throuple trying to figure out how to express their feelings for one another, filth but make it fluffy, unprotected sex within a triad relationship, oral sex performed on both a male and a female, manual stimulation of both a male and a female, cum play 

Word Count: 9150

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“Food’s here,” a voice quietly announces with a rap on the door.

You turn to see Calum in your bedroom doorway, sheepishly mouthing ‘sorry’ when he realizes you’re on the phone. You step over to him and whisper, “I’m almost done, bub,” reassuring him with a quick peck on the lips.

A few minutes later, you follow the sounds of loud laughter and conversation to the living room; you smile when you see Ashton standing there, in the midst of an animated story while Cal sits on the couch, hanging on every word, laughing as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever witnessed. You honestly wonder if maybe it is.

You bounce over behind Ash, throwing your arms around him, nuzzling his back; his leather jacket feels cold against your face so you assume he hasn’t been here long. “I didn’t know we were seeing you tonight,” you chirp.

He chuckles, slinging an arm around you. “I was texting with Cal when he was ordering dinner and it sounded good so I invited myself,” he explains, kissing your forehead.

“Bullshit, I absolutely invited you!” Cal insists, smiling eyes betraying his words of protest. You giggle at their banter and untangle yourself from Ash to serve yourself some dinner. Cal continues his teasing, “The food sounded good, just admit you missed us and move on.”

Ashton sits down on the couch next to Cal and nudges his knee tentatively with his own. “Of course I missed you,” he says simply. The two men exchange sweet, almost shy smiles and you feel your entire being light up with affection as you watch them.

It’d been four months since you and Ash had asked Calum to be a part of your relationship and while the three of you were still individually and collectively deciding exactly what all that means, you were happy and that’s all that mattered to you.

In the year and a half you were with Ashton, it was as intense and meaningful a relationship as you’d ever had - but it was never quite right and you’d split up a handful of times. During one of your “breaks” last year, a friend of a friend suggested that Cal might be the answer to your search for a new roommate. You met for coffee one day and immediately hit it off; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t quickly develop feelings for him but more than anything at that point, you needed a friend and Cal was there for you when it really counted.

It came as no surprise that when Ash started hanging around again, he bonded with Cal as instantly as you did and the three of you became inseparable. You and Ashton reconciled once again and couldn’t help but notice how much more communicative and at peace with each other you were with Calum around. It’s like he had been the missing piece all along, he made everything feel right - and you eventually told him as much.

Which is why you’re struggling so much with the bad news you have to deliver to your boyfriends. You sit on your living room floor, picking at your dinner, going over the dilemma in your mind for the 100th time, trying to find a different solution.

“Darlin’?” Cal’s gentle but firm voice shakes you out of your thoughts and you look up blankly. “Ash asked if you wanted another soda.”

You blink a few times, as if that will reset your mind and bring clarity. “Oh. No thank you, love, I’m good!” You call out towards the kitchen.

“You feelin’ OK?” Cal asks, reaching across the coffee table to stroke your arm. “We’ve been talking about this food all day and you’ve barely touched it.”

You look into his dark eyes, full of care and concern and know you have to be honest with him. “I need to talk to you both about Christmas… it’s not great,” you admit.

Ashton searches your face as he sits back down. “Is your mom alright?” He gently asks, remembering a health scare your family was dealing with when he went home with you last winter.

You offer him a faint, loving smile. “Everyone’s fine… great, even. Uh… my sister is getting engaged,” you share, chewing your lip.

“Oh! ...Oh,” he responds, starting to understand the issue.

Calum looks between the two of you, baffled. “I don’t understand, why is that bad? I thought we liked her boyfriend?”

“We do,” you start, carefully. “It’s just… With this news in mind, I don’t know if it’s really the right time to tell everyone about our relationship now.” You can’t bring yourself to look in Cal’s eyes yet, not wanting to see if he’s as hurt as you fear he may be.

He sits back on the couch, trying to process. “I thought you said your parents would be super understanding and chill about us?”

Ash sees you struggling to find the words so he tries to help. “They would be. They will be,” he reassures Cal with a warm smile. “I think the concern is that an engagement might seem kind of mundane compared to an announcement like ours. What’s more exciting than a daughter bringing home one son in law? How about the other daughter bringing home two?”

“They’d spend the whole time doting on us, making sure we’re comfortable, Facebooking all the extended family who’s coming to visit to make sure no one says anything that might offend us… her moment would get totally overshadowed,” you explain. “And I’d hate that, this is a big deal, she deserves to be The Story.”

Calum listens intently, nodding. You finally catch his gaze and are relieved to see nothing but understanding and compassion on his face. “OK. Well, wouldn't it be better if I just didn’t go at all then?” He offers sincerely.

Your exclamation of “Bubba, no!” blends with Ashton’s soft sigh of “Cal…” and you all have to laugh at the outburst.

"That's not me trying to be dramatic or anything, I just don't want to cause any trouble," he shrugs.

You scoot around to come sit next to the couch. "I've really been looking forward to us spending our first Christmas together," you insist, squeezing Cal's knee. "If you're uncomfortable with coming under these circumstances, I understand but for what it's worth, I would like you there."

Ash places his hand on top of yours, reassuring Calum as well. "The family's already expecting you, just as a roommate," he points out. "Plus… trying to keep our secret could be kind of fun." He winks at Cal, who can't resist breaking into a wide grin.

Your “fun” holiday couldn’t be off to a worse start the next morning when Ashton arrives bright and early to pick you and Cal up only to find you still in your pajamas, rushing to finish getting your bags together. After a few minutes of Ash stomping around, huffing about getting a late start, Cal, peacemaker that he is, offers to help him pack the car while you finish up.

You meet them in the driveway a few minutes later, dragging your suitcase behind you. Ash promptly snatches it away from you without a word and you glare at him fiercely.

Calum appears at your side and holds you by the waist. “You can’t blame him for being irritated,” he says quietly, rubbing your arm. “You knew what time he was coming, you should have been packed.”

“Yeah… but,” you start.

Cal is already shaking his head. “No, darlin’, there’s no excuse. We had a plan, you should have been ready.”

“See!” Ashton says, coming up beside the two of you.

“Well, you don’t get to gloat, babe, you could have handled it better,” Cal chides.

“I don’t like it when you don’t pick sides,” Ash says, coming over to peck Cal’s cheek. He presses his lips to the top of your head. “I’m sorry I was a grouch.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t ready and delayed us 15 whole minutes,” you reply.

Cal pinches your hip. “Passive aggressive much?”

Ash shrugs at you. “It’s coming out of your breakfast time. It’s a 6 hour drive, love.”

“I’m aware, love,” you fire back, helping yourself into the back seat. He sighs as you pull the hood up on your sweatshirt and stuff your hands in the pocket.

Ash huffs as he shuts your door. Cal gently grabs his arm. “Give her a few minutes. We’ll make breakfast quick, coffee and bagels; smother hers in cream cheese, get some caffeine in her and she’ll forgive you,” he reassures.

His prediction is spot on and by the time you’re halfway through your cup of coffee, you’re leaning into the front seat to run your fingers through both of your boyfriends’ hair. “I’m so glad I get to take you both home with me,” you say warmly. “I’m sorry it can’t be exactly what we wanted, but I know it’ll still be special, because we’ll be together.”

The rest of the drive goes smoothly and when you arrive at your parents’ house, the family is waiting at the door for you; after introducing Calum, you’re immediately whisked away by your sister, gushing about the recent trip her boyfriend took her on for their anniversary. You listen quietly and hope your smile doesn’t give anything away, you love that she has no idea what’s coming in a few days.

Your dad loves Ashton and couldn’t be more thrilled that you brought him home again; he offers to help him unload the car and makes a big show of pointing out how similar their leather jackets are, going so far as to make a “like father, like son” joke.

You sneak a few apologetic glances over at Calum, who you hope isn’t feeling too left out in his role of “your roommate” as he makes small talk with your sister’s boyfriend. You feel endlessly grateful for your mother when you see her sit down and start showing Cal all the gourmet vegetarian recipes she’s bookmarked on her iPad, asking what he’d prefer for Christmas dinner; she’s clearly charmed by his shyly polite responses and you fight the urge to go over and kiss over his squishy, crinkly face as her attention continues to make him more smiley and flustered.

While your mom and sister set the table for dinner, your dad and Ash carry the luggage to your respective rooms for you to get settled; you take advantage of the opportunity to break away and check in with Cal, under the guise of showing him the trick to operating the shower in the guest bathroom.

You turn the overhead fan on to help drown out your conversation. “You doin’ OK, bub?” You ask, massaging his shoulders.

He squeezes your hip. “It was hard at first but your mom’s sweet,” he gives you a sad smile. “Guess I didn’t realize how weird it’d be to see you and Ash act like a couple again, since I’m used to seeing you be… whatever we are.”

“The best thing that’s ever happened to me, that’s what we are,” you easily respond, drawing him in for a quick, soft kiss.

He holds you by the hips, resting his forehead to yours. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “You better get out of here before people get suspicious.” He presses his lips to your forehead and you step out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You spend the next few days trying to make sure Calum doesn’t feel left out. Your dad invites him to join some of the “future son in law” activities he’d planned but Cal is easily swayed to stay with your mom and help around the house. His height and muscle mass are highly desired for decorating or carrying in groceries and he’s so sweet and well-mannered, your mom is just tickled to have him around. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she had a crush on him.

The day before Christmas Eve, Cal agrees to join the men for lunch and last minute shopping; your mom encouraged him to go because she wanted to make a secret shopping trip with you so you could pick out a few gifts for the family to give him so he didn’t get left out.

From what Ashton tells you when they return, the outing seemed to go well; you chatted with Cal a little that evening and he seemed to be in good spirits, happy with how things had turned out. But you can still sense him needing the affection you haven’t been able to provide; aside from a stolen kiss here and there, you’d barely touched him since you arrived and he and Ash had been keeping their distance so as not to raise eyebrows. What weighs on you most is knowing Calum hadn’t slept alone since the three of you became the three of you and you can see it wearing on him.

Ashton climbs in bed next to you. “Love… who’re you texting?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

“I just want to make sure he’s OK,” you say sheepishly.

“He’s fine, love,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, then letting his lips trail down to your neck. “You’ve said he’s had fun with you and your mom and I saw him have a great day today. He’s good… now, me on the other hand? I could use some attention.” His lips firmly attach to your jaw and he’s practically laid himself on top of you, hovering.

You giggle at his lack of subtlety. “When do you not want attention?” You tease, pulling him into a hungry kiss. “I’ve been missing you too, Ash. I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you much, I’ve just been worried about how Cal’s handling things and I love my family but being around them is kind of draining…”

He cuts you off with a sweet kiss. “I know, baby… ‘s why I thought we could use a little stress relief,” he flirts, leaning in to mouth at that spot behind your ear that makes you crazy.

You hum with interest and brush his hair off his forehead. “We’d have to be quiet, we can’t have another incident like last year,” you say with a smirk.

Ash pulls back to playfully glare at you. “We’ve gone over this, technically that noise I made was your fault. If you hadn’t done that thing with your tongue, I wouldn’t have cum so suddenly and the incident would’ve been avoided,” he argues, tickling your side.

You try fighting him off to no avail. “My sister did think it was pretty funny… after the initial horror wore off,” you giggle, batting at his hands, trying to get him to let up.

After another minute or so of play fighting, you “win” by wrapping your legs around Ashton’s body and using them to draw him back over you. He kisses you with a little more emotion behind it than last time, pulling away to whisper, “I’m very happy I get to be here with you.” Your stomach flips at his sincerity and you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your kisses tell him how much you appreciate him.

Things start to heat up and Ash’s hands slide up your sweatshirt and over your hips; his hands are slow to tease you the way they usually do and when you rock against him, you’re slightly surprised you don’t feel him straining against his sweatpants yet. Your fingers travel under his long sleeve tee and dance over his abs to meet his waistband. You’re just about to dip your hand in when he stops you.

“Does this feel weird to you? This feels weird to me,” he sighs, flopping over onto his back beside you. He runs his hand through his long, dark hair, distressed. “Why does this feel weird to me?”

You roll onto your side, curling up next to him. “Well… we haven’t been intimate together, just the two of us, since Cal happened,” you say gently, stroking softly at his chest. “Do you think maybe you miss him being with us?”

“Yeahhhhh, I think so…” He lets out a long exhale, playing with your hand on him. “I just… it’s silly, you and me had sex a million times before we met him and now… I pull away from you and expect to see his eyes smiling at me while he kisses your shoulders. Expect to feel your skin already warm from his touch… expect to feel him warm next to me. Want it, even.”

“Ash,” you pout, touched by how he’s opening up to you, how open he’s being with himself about his feelings for Calum. “It’s not silly, you care about him. It’s not that you and I are suddenly uncomfortable with each other, it’s just that we’re used to more than this now. Need it, even.”

You rest your head on his chest and lay together, quiet and understanding while you both evaluate your feelings. After a while, you decide to lighten the mood, lifting your head up to tease, “A million times, eh?”

Ashton laughs loudly, clamping his hand over his mouth to muffle the noise. A beat passes and he meets your eyes for the first time since this conversation started, giving you an almost shy smile. “Think we could slip him in here undetected?”

You grin at him as you reach for your phone. “I don’t think the three of us would be able to keep it down, so no funny business,” you warn, texting your boyfriend. “But at the very least, we’ll get some alone time, even for a few minutes.”

Ash gets up and cracks the door, waiting for Cal to make his way down the hall; when he appears in the doorway, you see Ashton’s shoulders instantly relax. He gently closes the door behind him and wraps Calum in a tight, warm embrace; you can’t tell what Ash murmurs in his ear but whatever it is, it casts a soft, lovestruck glow across Cal’s features when he hears it.

His eyes meet yours and you open your arms wide. “Come lay with us, bubba,” you invite him.

“But…” He motions to the door, looking unsure.

Ash shrugs, “We can say we’re watching a movie.” He rests his chin on Cal’s shoulder from behind. “What do you say, babe? We miss you.”

Calum relaxes, gently reaching up to scratch at Ash’s scruff. He moves toward the bed but clearly doesn’t know what to do.

“Lay next to me, bub!” You smile, patting the bed next to you.

Ash lets a soft smile cross his face. “Why don’t you get in the middle?” He suggests.

Cal lays next to you and you instantly snuggle into him, throwing your arm across his body while Ash settles in on his other side. Cal wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead; you look up with a pout and he presses his lips to yours. He pulls away from you when he feels Ashton nuzzle his cheek; Ash looks at him lovingly and gently plants a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Thought we were cuddling, lovers,” Cal whispers against his mouth.

“We are… just wanted to give you affection too,” Ash murmurs.

The three of you lay quietly for a while, Ash’s head next to Cal’s on the pillow and you draped across Cal’s body. His arm is tight around your back while he and Ash shyly play with each other’s fingers.

Ash looks over at you and you watch as his eyes take you in. “Our girlfriend sure is beautiful, isn’t she, Cal?” He whispers, lips gently pressing to Cal’s jaw.

“Gorgeous,” he agrees, turning his eyes to you, sweeping your hair back. Ash leans in to you first for a kiss, with Cal wanting one right after. You sigh, scooting up so you can rest your head in the crook of Cal’s neck, and let yourself drift to sleep. Calum knows immediately, he’s felt your even breath on his neck many times.

“She sleeps so easy with you,” Ash comments, brushing his fingers against Cal’s for the umpteenth time. Cal finally laces his fingers with Ashton’s, looking over at him. They stare at each other for a few moments before Ash speaks again. “I’m so glad you decided to come with us after all… I know it’s not perfect and not what we talked about, but I don’t think either of us would enjoy this without you.”

“I’m really happy to be here,” Cal responds quietly, squeezing Ash’s hand and your sleeping body gently. “I was definitely missing all of this though... thanks for bringing me in tonight.”

“We needed you,” Ash confesses, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Weird when you're not here now.”

Calum turns his face toward Ashton’s, nuzzling in and enjoying the warmth of his boyfriend, his rough hand wrapped with his; he grins against Ash’s cheek and Ash responds with a kiss to his forehead.

Cal stays, wrapped in the both of you, for another 45 minutes before the men agree it’s time to call it a night. He tries his best not to wake you as he slips out of bed but he fails, leading to an extra 15 minutes of your soft whines and insistence that he stay. He finally leaves you with a passionate kiss and a kiss on the cheek for Ash.

The next day, Christmas Eve, goes by fast. Various family and friends are in and out of the house all day, stopping by to share their holiday greetings. Continuing your family’s tradition, the men head out in the afternoon to pick out and haul home a Christmas tree and after dinner, you all decorate it together.

Like you’ve done since you were kids, the lights in the living room get turned off for a dramatic “reveal” of the lit and decorated tree when you’re all finished. The multi-colored lights get plugged in and brighten up the room, illuminating your sister’s boyfriend down on one knee. You squeeze Ashton’s hand and subtly brush your pinky down the back of Calum’s hand. Her “moment” is perfect and you silently thank your boyfriends with your eyes for understanding why you wanted this for her.

After some dessert and celebratory cocktails, everyone is exhausted but happy to be together. Your dad gets a fire going and your sister puts on the old Rudolph special you loved as kids; you plop yourself in Ashton's lap on the couch, with Cal sitting close by, close enough for you to keep throwing him little glances undetected. You know it must’ve been hard for him to go back to bed alone after the time you spent together last night and even harder today, having to watch you and Ash continually couple up and be gushed over by your holiday visitors.

Halfway through the show, your dad starts snoring so Mom decides it’s time for them to head up to bed. Your sister and her fiancée make it through to the end of the show but when you suggest following it up with Frosty The Snowman, they decline and tell you and the guys goodnight.

After such a long day, filled with so much unspoken emotion, it's surprising how quiet the three of you are now that you're alone. Sitting with your men in a room lit only by the warm glow of the fire and the soft colored lights of the tree - this was the type of scene you imagined when you envisioned your first Christmas together. But the feeling's not quite right.

You peck Ashton on the cheek before sliding off his lap, moving to sit on the other side of Calum, putting him in the middle of you and Ash. You run a hand through his hair, tentatively at first, just in case everyone in the house isn't quite settled yet. "How are you, bub?" You ask softly.

He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch and you feel your heart both swell and break a little at how badly he was clearly needing your affection. "Good. Tired. Happy I can finally do this," he replies, leaning in to give you a short but needy kiss.

When he pulls back, he grabs your hand out of his hair and brings it up to his lips for a kiss; he waits a beat then reaches for Ash’s hand and kisses it as well. “Missed you too, bub,” you murmur with a smile.  

Ash looks at both of you, adoration in his eyes. You recognize that look on his face, the one that means he’s searching for the right words, trying to line up his emotions with his nervous tongue.  

You squeeze his other hand that’s resting on the back of the couch behind Cal, sensing he needs encouragement and he glances at you, grateful.

"We both missed you, Cal,” he starts, shaking his head as he decides to go all in. “I’ve missed you, is what I mean actually. Not being able to have you close the past few days has me realizing how much closer I would like you to be."

He cups Cal’s face, stroking gently with his thumb while he waits for his words to sink in and his nerves to settle. He inches forward and gently kisses him; it’s brief but Ash is purposeful in the way their lips slot together. When he gets bold and slips in his tongue, Cal visibly tenses and Ash pulls away gracefully, not wanting to push.

You stop yourself from obviously reacting but your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. You've watched them both struggle to navigate their feelings for each other over the past four months and you couldn't be happier to see at least Ashton take a step towards clarity. You gently rest your palm on top of their intertwined hands and squeeze twice; a supportive one for Ash and a reassuring one for Cal.

Cal, dazed, turns to look at you briefly before his eyes briefly widen as if a light bulb has gone off. He grabs Ash’s neck to pull him in for another kiss, this one more desperate, with daring tongue and teeth.

You quietly pull your hand off theirs, not wanting to intrude on the intimacy of their moment. You can't deny that witnessing their hunger for each other has you feeling needy yourself but you know how important this exploration is for them, how important it is for the three of you, so you patiently sit and watch.

They eventually pull away from each other, panting. You see them exchange a look of some sort and then Calum is reaching for you; he kisses you feverishly while lifting you over his lap and fitting you in between him and Ash. His lips move down to your neck and suddenly Ashton's tongue is slowly tangling with yours; you can tell by his kiss he's still in his feelings and you do your best to match his energy, letting him know you're there for him.

You break apart, one of your hands in each of your boyfriends' hair. You all look back and forth between each other and quietly laugh, ecstatic to be alone together and ready to take advantage of this opportunity.

Ashton gives you another lingering kiss, massaging your breast over your sweater before pulling away and immediately drawing Calum in for a kiss; they sit up on their knees, making out over you and you watch how they lose themselves in it, yet keep their hands occupied in each other's hair, almost as if they're unsure if they should go further. They each let out a quiet groan and you note the tents forming in both of their pants; you decide to help them out and reach to palm their straining cocks while they kiss.

It surprises Ashton more than Cal; he stops their kiss to look down at you. He runs a hand over your face and smiles at you briefly before his mouth is back on Cal’s.

You turn toward Calum, gently lifting his shirt and kissing on his stomach. He lets out an appreciative moan for your touch and you take that cue to unzip his pants; he eagerly cooperates in helping you pull him out of his boxers.

“Oh god,” he moans against Ash’s mouth as you use yours to slick him up before stroking your hand over his now wet cock. You’ve missed him: his sounds, his taste, the way he feels against your skin, the way he appreciates you and the attention you give him. You press sloppy kisses to his length, grinning to yourself as precum beads at his tip, moving to kitten lick at it.

Ashton gently tugs on your hair, wanting attention for himself. You continue rubbing over his bulge, adding in a few squeezes, buying yourself a little more time with Calum. You finally pull off and look up at your boyfriends, still lost in each other, though Cal steals a glance down at you while Ash’s lips are pressed to his jaw. He gives you a little grin and pushes his hand under Ash’s shirt.

You notice Ash falter for a second in reaction to Cal touching him that way but he quickly recovers from his hesitation, moaning quietly and tucking a hand in your hair. You pull at the button on his pants, taking his cock out and slicking him up as well; you swirl your tongue around the head, enjoying the soft groans you hear coming from him, thrilled that you're not sure if they're being caused by you or Cal. You notice that his hand has left you and has begun unbuttoning Cal's shirt; Calum reaches down and yanks at the shoulder of your sweater, gesturing for you to take it off.

Ash quietly sighs at the loss of your mouth but is quickly distracted by kissing over Cal's now exposed chest; you pull your sweater over your head and tug your leggings down while you're at it, leaving you in your bra and panties. You give a small whimper of relief as you press your thighs together before reaching for the cocks on either side of you, shiny and red, begging for your attention. You stroke them both evenly and firmly, watching with pride as their expressions change in response to your actions.

Calum is the first to glance at you and notice your new state of undress. "Fuck, darlin', look at you," he rasps, leaning down to kiss you, sneaking his fingers inside your bra to play with a nipple. "Look so pretty under all these lights." Cal smiles against your lips as he feels Ash's hand stroke through his hair while he kisses you.

Ashton pulls his own shirt off and then his hand snakes between your legs, tracing over the front of the lacy, damp material. "Mmm, so wet for us, baby,” he teases lowly, dipping his fingers underneath your panties to tap lightly at your clit. “Think you’ll be able to keep quiet if we decide to do anything about it?” Cal groans as he sucks just below your earlobe; he loves how responsive you are when Ash taunts you like this.

Proving his point, you let out a whine before quickly biting your lip to fight back any other sounds that might come out. Ash chuckles, suddenly rubbing hard and fast at your clit just to see how much restraint you have. You screw your eyes shut, determined to remain silent. “You’re one to talk, most of the noises I’ve heard tonight have come from your mouth, love,” you point out once you catch your breath. You squeeze his cock and he breathes out a deep moan, proving your point.

Cal chuckles at the exchange and Ash shoots him a glare, pulling him back over to him. “Laugh it up,” he smirks, kissing his neck to distract from his hand traveling to thumb over Cal’s nipple; Cal loudly gasps, body rigidly jolting like he’s been struck by lightning. He grabs Ash’s face with both hands and muffles his moans with an intense kiss.

You turn your focus back to Ash’s cock, knowing Calum is already dealing with a lot of stimulation from the nipple play. You bob your mouth on him a couple times, just because you feel like it and then work on building a steady rhythm with your hand. You bite back another moan when Cal’s hand moves down to cover yours, essentially helping you jerk Ashton off.

Despite their obvious attraction, your boyfriends have never gone beyond the occasional kiss during sex with you so tonight had already been a big step for them. You look up and see Cal, Ash’s lips firmly attached to his neck, looking curious but confident as he watches his hand move with yours. Your eyes meet and you nod, understanding; you drop your hand from Ash’s cock, leaning back to watch Cal seamlessly take over, continuing with the rhythm you started.

Ashton immediately reacts to the difference in touch: the unknown grip, the new sensation of rough calluses running over his shaft, the unfamiliar feeling of a hand much larger than yours stroking him. “Cal,” he shakily breathes, pulling back to look at him.

“Is this alright?” Calum whispers, hoping the quietness of his voice will mask his nervousness.

Ash closes his eyes and leans his forehead against Cal’s, breathing deep, trying to ground himself, trying to process all the thoughts and emotions swirling in his brain right now.

“Don’t stop,” he states with certainty.

Cal’s hand swipes over the tip of Ashton’s cock, spreading around the precum he’s coaxed out, expertly keeping with the established rhythm. You watched Ash’s expression change from confusion to curiosity and now you see it switch to the confidence you’re used to seeing from him, especially in the bedroom; you see his hand fidgeting at his side moments before he clenches his jaw and reaches out to touch Calum’s cock. His strokes aren’t nearly as precise or measured as Cal’s are but his boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind; Cal lets out a throaty sigh of his name and you swear it’s the most erotic thing you’ve witnessed yet.

The men lock their mouths into another heated kiss while they continue to explore pleasuring each other; with them distracted, you slide yourself up and off the couch, moving down to the floor to give them some space and to give you some space to spread out and really enjoy the sight before you. You tug at your nipples like Cal would and slide your hand down your stomach and into your panties to swirl your clit like Ash would. You miss their touch but you’re more than happy to wait your turn for it this time.

Your eyes don’t leave them for a second as you make slow, careful work of pleasing yourself. You watch as Ash boldly tugs at Cal’s jeans, trying to pull them down more; he gets them just below his ass and his free hand grips it tightly. You let out a little moan and Ashton reaches his hand out for you, finally realizing you’re no longer between them.

They pull out of their own little world, searching for you. Calum spots you on the ground first. “What’re you doin’ down there, darlin’?” He teases, moving down next to you.

You press a quick kiss to his lips while he undoes your bra; he quickly moves his mouth down to your tits, lavishing your nipples with much needed attention. “Just enjoying the show,” you confess, looking directly at Ash.

Ash moves from the couch, grabbing a blanket to lay in front of the fireplace. He discards his jeans before beckoning the two of you over to join him. You both crawl over to the blanket and before you get settled, Ash helps your boyfriend out of the rest of his clothes. He wraps a hand around Calum’s cock; he pauses to look at you briefly and then back over to the beautiful man naked in front of him. His tongue darts out of his mouth and before any of you can process it, he’s licking the tip of Cal’s cock.

“Oh,” Cal moans, tucking his fingers into Ash’s hair. Ashton, feeling emboldened by that response, wraps his lips around the head, continuing to test the waters. “Yeah,” Cal mutters. “That… that’s good.”

Ash’s other hand pushes up your thigh and you interlace your fingers with his. You watch as he tests circling his tongue around the tip before pulling back to turn his attention to you. He pulls your panties down, kissing your thighs and up over your lips, letting his tongue spread them so he can tease your clit. He pulls up as Calum settles in next to him, wasting no time in getting his turn at flicking his tongue over your clit.

“Been so good for us, think it’s time we repay you,” Ash murmurs, kissing up to your hip. He watches you tangle your fingers in Cal’s hair and groans when you do the same to him. His hand travels down between your thighs and he pushes two fingers into you. “Cal’s tongue feel good for you?”

You bite your lip, trying to hold in a moan. “Yes, love.”

Cal continues working over your clit while his hand reaches up your body, giving attention to your nipples once again; Ashton’s fingers continue pumping inside you, mouth settled against your jaw, unceasingly affirming his and Cal’s affection for you.

“So patient tonight, love,” he whispers, mouthing along your neck, careful not to leave any marks. “Lettin’ me and Cal play while you’re over here so wet and needy.”

You take a deep breath, overwhelmed at all of the sudden attention. “Wanted it for you, could tell you both needed it,” you admit, digging your nails into Ash’s arm as Cal’s lips enclose your clit and start sucking. “Didn’t mind watching either.”

Ashton grins and plants a sloppy kiss on you; he pulls away to lean down and run his hand softly through Cal’s hair before pulling him up from between your legs to kiss him passionately. Both men groan at the realization that Ash can taste your arousal on Cal’s lips; Ashton takes it a step further and removes his hand from your pussy, sinking his drenched fingers into Calum’s mouth. Cal hollows his cheeks and sucks Ash’s fingers deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, bobbing back and forth on them, wondering when he’ll get to give Ashton’s cock the same treatment.

For what feels like the hundredth time tonight, your jaw drops at the erotic sight before you and you reach out for one or both of your boyfriends to tend to you. Your head lolls back as you whine, “Please... babes… I need you so bad.”

Calum promptly pulls his mouth away with a lewd pop and lays on his side next to you. “Need you too, darlin’, you have no idea,” he murmurs as he grabs your hip, easily turning you to your side and slinging your leg over him. “Can’t remember the last time I went this long without having you.” He takes his cock in hand, running it up and down to coat it with your wetness before easing himself inside you, silencing your soft, relieved exhale with a kiss.

Cal softly rocks into you, sucking gently at your bottom lip, stroking your hair back with his hand; you feel Ashton lay down behind you and begin running his fingers down your back, quietly showing you his care while respecting the moment you and Cal are having, much like you respected their time together.

Your hand moves down to grab Cal’s ass, attempting to bring him even closer to you; you feel his muscles tensing and flexing under your hold as he pumps inside you and you bury your face in his chest to keep from crying out. You hear the slick sound of Ash’s hand working his cock as he watches you two together and you reach for him, wanting him near.

“I’m here, love,” he reassures you, nibbling at your ear, massaging over your breast. “You two look so fuckin’ good together, couldn’t help myself.” He extends his arm, reaching to squeeze Cal’s bicep.

Your hand searches behind you until it finds Ashton’s cock, throbbing against your ass; you give it a squeeze and he whimpers into your skin.

“Ash needin’ you too, baby?” Calum asks, voice scratchy with desire. “Know you’re gonna make him feel so good, just like you’re doin’ for me.” He gives you a couple more slow thrusts before he pulls out and helps you onto your other side where Ashton lays waiting.

You smile hazily at Ash as he lifts your leg over his hip and taps his cock against your clit. “So generous with your body, love,” he praises you, hissing as he slides into your wet heat. “Treatin’ us both so good tonight, thank you, baby.”

You caress his cheek as he starts slowly thrusting into you; you press your lips to his and you both lose yourselves in a slow, intimate kiss. Calum hangs back, watching you two communicate what you need to; when Ash breaks the kiss to moan into your mouth, Cal reaches over and begins to play with your breasts.

Ashton’s large hand grips your ass to pull you closer, getting a deeper angle that has you seeing stars. You twist your upper body toward Cal and he kisses you briefly before moving his lips back to your nipples. You push your hand down his body to find his cock, getting in a few strokes before he stops you. “Trust me, darlin’, I’m not needing any help right now.” His hand slips down your body to rub soft circles on your clit. “Let us focus on you.”

“Babes,” you sigh in the form of a soft moan, raspy as it leaves your lips. The sound is so sensual it causes Ash’s hips to lose rhythm and he lets go of your ass, giving a few shallow thrusts before pulling out.

“You gotta take Cal, baby, I need a minute,” he pants, clearly on the edge of losing it. He nuzzles his nose against yours, helping you turn back to your other boyfriend.

“Hey, darlin’,” Cal coos, grinning as he enters you again. You immediately pull him as close as possible.

“Want you both close,” you announce, looking over your shoulder at Ash. He scoots in against your back, kissing over your shoulders. You sigh, “Thank you.”

You give Ashton a short kiss before turning to press your face into Calum’s chest as he works his hips a little faster, harder. You feel a moan reverberating in Cal’s chest but it’s muffled when it spills from his lips; you look up to see him kissing Ash hungrily.

You moan, getting lost in your own world, letting Cal have your body, feeling his body on yours, Ashton’s body at your back, the strength in their frames as you lay between them.

Calum pulls out and turns you back towards Ash. Ashton is still breathing heavy and his kisses are needy, almost frantic, as he pushes into you. “I’m sorry, love, I’m s’close,” he chokes out. “Between you and Cal…”

You cut him off with a kiss. “Nothin’ to apologize for, love,” you murmur. “Want you to cum for me.”

His fingers dig in and hold on to your ass hard, pulling you tight against his body. “Cum for us, Ash,” Calum whispers as he slides his hand down to grip Ashton’s ass, causing Ash’s hips to stutter and jolt against you. You watch Ash pull on Cal’s neck so he can sink his teeth into Cal’s plump lower lip as he spills his cum into you, shuddering in your arms. You let out a loud moan and you all hold your breath waiting to see if it’s woken anyone up.

Once Ash comes down, he tenderly kisses you. “Love,” he murmurs. You give him a few more sweet kisses before you feel Calum’s eager fingers on your skin.

Ashton helps turn you around and his lips shower your shoulders and neck with affection as Cal sinks into you. He groans at the new sensation of Ash’s hot cum surrounding his cock, making you feel even more wet and warm to him.

Ash pushes his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit in time with Cal’s thrusts. “It’s your turn, love, been so good and selfless tonight. Let Cal feel you cum,” he coaxes. “Look at you, look at Cal, look at how good you feel to our boyfriend.”

Cal’s eyes are screwed shut, his lip between his teeth as he tries to hold in any noises. “Calum,” you moan softly. His eyes open to find yours and you lean in for a feverish kiss, a kiss that becomes all tongue as you work your body against him.

Ashton mutters “Fuck” behind you and Cal lets out a guttural moan as you start to squeeze around his cock. You whine helplessly, “I’m cumming.”

“I feel that… let it go,” Cal encourages. You press your face into his chest to quiet yourself and without thinking you start biting and sucking his skin. Ash keeps rubbing your clit through your orgasm until you gently push his hand away, too sensitive to let him continue.

When Ash pulls his fingers up, it’s immediately noticeable they’re covered in both your arousal and his cum that leaked out of you. As soon as that registers to Calum, he grabs for Ash’s hand and takes his fingers into his mouth again, cleaning and sucking them like before. Once he’s done, Ashton takes the opportunity to explore a little more, pumping his fingers, treating Cal’s mouth like he does your pussy.

You shift yourself slightly back, leaning more into Ash so you can watch Calum come undone. You feel his hips continue to drive his cock into you as you watch the obscene way Ash fingers his mouth. You could almost cum again from the visual alone.

“Gonna cum for us, baby?” You breathe, out of your mind with desire. Cal glances at you with a question in his eyes but you answer it before he has a chance to ask. “It’s OK, I want you to.”

Ashton pulls his fingers from Cal’s mouth and pushes your bodies tighter together. He wraps his hand around the back of Cal’s neck, thumb caressing his cheek. “Need you to cum for us, handsome.” And that seems to do it for him. Cal’s hips falter and he clings to you, groaning deeply as he pumps you with cum. It’s the first time you’ve ever let him cum in you and it couldn’t feel more right. His body is tense for a few more moments and then he relaxes, first pressing his lips to yours and then to Ashton’s.

“You’re gonna make a mess,” he chuckles as he gently pulls out.

“We’ve got plenty we can clean her up with,” Ash shrugs.

Cal considers that point and sits up, lifting your thigh to watch in awe as his cum - at least he assumes it’s his - starts to leak out of you. “Incredible,” he murmurs, leaning in, pressing kisses along your thigh.

Ashton sits up to join him and his eyes ping pong back and forth between watching you drip and watching Cal’s reaction to it. He swirls his fingers in the cum that’s now pooling on your thigh. He pulls back a little, drawing your and Cal’s attention. You watch in shock as he pushes his fingers into his mouth, tasting all three of you together. He moans and repeats the action, only this time, pulling Calum in for a kiss, sharing the taste with him.

They break apart and the three of you smile at each other, basking in the intimacy of everything that’s just happened. Cal lays down next to you, stroking over your hair as Ash reaches for his shirt and cleans between your thighs. When he’s done, he curls up next to you and Cal kisses him and then you. “So lucky to have you both,” Cal murmurs.

“We’re the lucky ones,” Ash smiles, grabbing Cal’s hand, interlacing their fingers and letting them rest on your hip.

“I hate that you have to go to bed alone after this,” you pout, kissing on Calum’s jaw.

“I’ll be just fine, this was worth it. Thank you both,” he whispers sincerely. He squeezes Ash’s hand and kisses your forehead.

You’re practically asleep, warm and naked, feeling safe with your loves when they finally decide it’s time for bed. The guys quickly pull their clothes back on and help you into yours. Ash takes the blanket to the laundry room while you put out the fire and turn off the Christmas tree lights. You hold their hands as you navigate the dark house, pulling them up the stairs.

You stop at the guest room to say goodnight to Cal. “You should come to bed with us,” you whisper.

Calum smiles at you but shakes his head. “I think we’ve already pushed our luck quite a bit tonight, darlin’.” He looks to Ash for backup.

“Your sister got her perfect engagement, we pulled off the world’s quietest threesome… we should take the win,” Ashton chuckles quietly.

You pout but know they’re right. Cal pulls you into him by your hips and kisses you, slow but passionate. “Get to bed, darlin’.”

You walk to your room and stand in the doorway, waiting for Ashton. You smile as you watch your boyfriends flirt, easily the most comfortable they’ve ever been with each other. Ash actively reaches out to pull Cal into a kiss and you decide it’s a moment for them; you lay in bed and close your eyes, letting the memories of the evening wash over you, filling you with warmth and contentment.

Ashton quietly enters the room, unsure if you’re awake; you feel the bed shift as he climbs in and you turn over to gaze at him dreamily. “How you feelin’, love?” You ask, carefully, wanting to encourage him to share with you without seeming like you’re pressing.

He lays on his side and gives you a loving, appreciative look. “Happy. Excited. Very, very grateful to have someone like you by my side,” he reflects, gently tracing where your t-shirt has lifted to expose your hip. “I know it’s taken me a while to kind of figure out what I need from this relationship… even back when it was just us, honestly. You’ve just always been so patient and open with me and I hope I’ve made clear how much I appreciate that. And you.”

You scoot in closer, resting your head on his pillow, your face inches from his. “Even before Cal happened, I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy, Ash. With me, without me… with me with someone else…” You both giggle and you peck his lips sweetly. “I’m glad you’re finding your place in all this. And I’m happy to do whatever I can to help you find it.”

You know it takes a lot for Ashton to share with you like this and you savor it when it happens. You lay yourself on his chest and he strokes your hair as you quietly talk some more. You’re starting to drift off to sleep when you hear your phone buzz on the nightstand. You look up at Ash, concerned, before reaching for it.

“It’s Cal, asking if we’re awake?” You shrug, quickly responding that you are.

Seconds later, your bedroom door slowly opens and Calum carefully closes it behind him. Unlike the previous night, he doesn’t hesitate to help himself onto the bed and snuggle into your back, resting his hand on top of Ash’s on your hip.

“Couldn’t sleep. It just… I don’t know... didn’t feel right being without you both after that,” he explains, kissing your neck.

Light kisses and soft touches are exchanged between you all and then there’s a brief discussion about how long the cuddle session should be. You push to have Cal sleep in bed with you and Ash and though they’re reluctant at first, you eventually convince your boyfriends that the family will be none the wiser as long as you set an alarm to get him back to his room before everyone is up and around for Christmas morning.

Ashton untangles himself from you both to set both the alarm clock on the nightstand and the alarm on his phone, just to be safe. You turn towards Cal and peck his nose. “Feelin’ OK, bubba?”

He smiles, brushing your hair back. “Me? How are you? Tonight was kind of a lot. This week was kind of a lot, I feel like I haven’t checked in enough…”

“Bub, I’m so good,” you promise him, snuggling into his chest. “I’ve got you, I’ve got Ash… I get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning. It seems crazy to say but I actually think this all turned out perfectly.”

You feel Ash press himself tightly against your back, stretching his arms out to hug you both, sandwiching you between the two men. It’s sweet at first and then it quickly becomes silly and the three of you giggle quietly, giddy with exhaustion and affection.

“Plus, now everyone has an idea of what we're all like together so it won't come as too big of a shock when I post a picture of me kissing you both at midnight on New Year's Eve," you grin back and forth between the two.

Calum chuckles, "Oh is that the new plan?"

You wrap their arms tighter across you and contentedly say, "New year, new beginning. Let my sister have Christmas, New Year's will be ours."

Your words hang in the air as you all consider the weight of them. Ash breaks the silence by laughing to himself, causing both you and Cal to look at him with inquiry.

"Care to share?" You ask, using Cal's hand to playfully jab Ash's side, causing him to laugh more.

Ashton looks at you both and smirks, "I was just thinking… if tonight was Christmas sex at your family's house, the fuck are we gonna do to celebrate New Year's Eve at home?"

Calum snickers beside you, a naughty look on his face making you wonder what's running through his mind.

"Well," you start, playfully nipping under each of your boyfriends' jaws. "We've got a whole week to figure that out, now don't we?"

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[5uptic]

crewfu: fanfic spotlight!

We work together by Anonymous (5up & DK, unrated, gen | 248 words)

Summary: One likes plants and baking, the other loves to create and design video games. They stay up and create monstrosities together, it's their fun, it's their favourite game. Aka a 5up and Dk roommate au!

No matter how life tangles, I’m still here with you. by hungryandsleepy (5up/Steve, general rating, m/m | 279 words)

Summary: 5up has been working so hard on his new map, and of course, he needs someone to give him a motivation to go to sleep.

objectively pretty by vesque (5up/Steve, general rating, m/m | 462 words)

Summary: steve is drunk. he's pretty sure 5up is too. that doesn't mean being called pretty is any less momentuous.

you plus me by mangoedges (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 489 words)

Summary: 5up and Steve meet.

he said to me by mangoedges (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 656 words)

Summary: 5up and Steve share a moment.

by the snowmen by mangoedges (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 670 words)

Summary: Steve has a moment when it's all over.

today you got to know me (a little bit too slowly) by runninohhoney (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 675 words)

Summary: Steve lights up a cigarette. 5up doesn't smoke.

what would it take by mangoedges (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 787 words)

Summary: It's Steve's first mission. He hecks up. Or does he?

sorta cute by floweruru (5up/Steve, unrated, m/m | 822 words)

Summary: ‘I wouldn’t do that,’ he said. ‘That’s just disrespectful,’ he said. Yet there was 5up, crushed like a can in Steve’s embrace, feebly kicking at nothing as his feet leave the pavement.

i was gonna kill u, but ur kinda cute?? by Cthulhuer (5up/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1k words)

Summary: Steve is a mess and 5up is worse.

I hear a Symphony by AwkwardAce (5up/Fundy, unrated, m/m | 1.1k words)

Summary: He exhaled until his lungs ached for air, fingers twitching as he opted to remove the sleek white gloves he wore in a feeble effort to soothe himself. It didn’t work. He wrung his trembling hands together as his eyes raked down the worn leather case taking in the doodles- some etched some drawn- across the faded surface. He snapped the buckles open and his breath hitched, catching in his already tight throat. For a moment the world span, his head throbbed and he wanted nothing more than to run and hide. 5up breathed out slowly, shakily.

staring by lytriis (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.1k words)

Summary: steve asks 5up out. 5up doesn’t know how to respond.

and it's four am, and yet, you're here by vesque (5up/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1.2k words)

Summary: in which steve shows up at 5up's house, in the middle of the night, completely spontaneously

more than this by mangoedges (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.2k words)

Summary: Steve catches 5up venting.

3:15 by vesque (5up/Steve, general rating, m/m | 1.2k words)

Summary: Steve tries to guess Five's name. It's much more difficult than he anticipated.

things were different by fourpebbles (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.5k words)

Summary: His eyes circled around to his friends, Kimi and Janet engaging in pleasant comversation, sleepy and becoming increasingly more sober. He looked, finally, across him, and caught Dumbdog staring at him. What now bro, what did this guy want. small talk, turns into not small talk, then there's no talk

Once Upon A Dream by SmearedWords (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.5k words)

Summary: 5up looks ethereal, while Steve is struggling to breathe. "You're not real either." Or: Steve has a crush and a nightmare in three parts, 5up is tired, the crew life is hard and Polus sucks.

the ones you love will call you back by homeward_bound (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 1.8k words)

Summary: stevesuptic: dude, is it weird that i miss vegas   DumbDog: No? I do too.   stevesuptic: okay [steve misses vegas and apollo. they talk about it]

cough it out by cj__writes (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2k words)

Summary: Apollo thinks that Steve must be well and truly gone, at this point, because he giggles, like Apollo’s just told a particularly funny joke. He looks Apollo right in the eye and asks, “Do you trust me?” “Absolutely not.”

ivy by Secular_Czar (5up/Steve, teen rating, gen | 2.1k words)

Summary: It might be a sad day, in general, but Steve isn't about to let it get to him. His friends won't ever let him wallow either.

The Colosseum by WhenTheFogClears (general rating, gen | 2.1k words)

Summary: Five squinted, looking at the colosseum intensely. He thinks Apollo was latched onto the sphinx’s shoulder, fur matted with blood. Janet was slumped against a column, probably out, with Kimi whose bow was snapped in two, her leg twisted at an odd angle. DK was in the corner trying to cast various supporting hexes and charms with a broken arm, whilst Hafu was dragging a heavily bandaged Steve away. or 5up slaughters a cat

Oneshots :) by woofles1990 (5up/Fundy, 5up/Steve, teen rating, multi | 2.5k words, oneshot collection)

Summary: Just a bunch of MCYT/Among Us oneshots, mainly featuring 5up's crew because yes :)

the adventures of 5up and steve staying up late because they're under 30 by 5280ft (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.5k words)

Summary: “The night is young!” Steve yells at the ceiling, throwing his hands up in the air. “Take advantage of it! Commit crimes! Fuck hoes!” Five catches his hands in the air and laughs. “You wish you had hoes.”

unreasonably in love by cj__writes (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.6k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: "It was like pieces of a puzzle, everything coming together. And now, here they are, standing in their apartment, which looks more like a hollow shell than a home, filled solely with scattered boxes and the minuscule amount of furniture that they brought with them to Vegas." Or: what happens after Apollo and Steve move in together.

cant be love by fourpebbles (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 3.5 words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: He had chuckled to himself, he felt so stupid. Who in their fucking minds names a playlist 'sugr?', he thought, internally cringing. A story where a Steve meets an Apollo, and some things happen.

Somewhere in the darkness, us together for a while by tumtummeke (Apollo & Kimi & Steve, teen rating, gen | 3.6k words)

Summary: Apollo worries about Steve. Steve breaks his vape pen. Kimi plays power washer. Self-indulgent angst, with a generous helping of friendship and cuddles.

odyssey by 5280ft (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 23k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: "First you will come to the Sirens who enchant all who come near them. If any one unwarily draws in too close and hears the singing of the Sirens...they warble him to death with the sweetness of their song. Therefore pass these Sirens by and stop your men's ears with wax that none of them may hear." -Homer, The Odyssey

Also: SilverSprinklez10‘s yupwaves collection.

Summary: This is a Harry Potter AU based on the characters/personas of the youtubers/streamers.

FAQ:

Wait what is this: pretty straight to the point! i’ll regularly share crewfu-related fanfictions to this blog :)

How regularly is “regularly”?: great question! LOL. it depends on the flow of fanfics that get uploaded, which i do not have any control over, but i’m looking forward to do this twice a month. after all, it’s only me doing this and i often run on a tight schedule.

What’s the format like?:

[title of fic with link] by [author of the fic with link] ([main pairing(s), if there is one/multiple], [fic rating: eg, general rating], [relationship: eg, m/m] | [word count in k] ([added prompt to specify if it’s complete or not)])

Summary: [summary provided by the author. if it doesn’t have a summary, a “No summary” prompt will be put instead]

(What does WIP mean again?): Work In Progress :)

Why are you doing this?: from the beginning, my blog has hosted conversations about RPF (real people fiction) and crewfu pairings. this has evolved into people sending me updates about certain fics in the crewfu tags every now and then, but i wanna take the next step and just do these things myself. after all, i’m already lurking in the tags often to see the fics that get posted. as someone who is both a writer and a reader, i wanna appreciate fanfic writers and help out other people that want to read fanfic and consume more fandom content!

Will it be AO3 only?: well, ao3 has a very helpful tag system that makes finding fics incredibly easy, as well as allowing people with no accounts to like and comment on fics, so that’s the site i will personally look in for fanworks. but if there are any fics you’ve written or liked in any other platforms, such as wattpad, you can always contact me through my inbox (send an ask or a dm!), and i’ll make sure to include for the next fanfic spotlight :)

Does it mean you won’t reply to fic asks anymore?: yeah, i guess. since i’ll be doing the searching myself it seems counterproductive. but if i ever skip a fic or again, it’s in another platform, or you’ve posted/read the fic a while ago and you want to get more traction on it, hit me up and i’ll take it into consideration!

Will you read every single one of the fics on your list?: oh no. again, i run on a tight schedule, and also i have my own taste when it comes to fics. i won’t be reviewing fics or any of the sort, and my intention extends to simply sharing these fics to this page so people will have easier access to them :) that’s where ao3 tagging becomes SUPER useful!!!

So what’s the criteria for the way you’ll sort out the fics in your list?: word count, going from lowest to highest. in case of fics in other platforms, i guess i’ll put them at the top of the list. i’ll also be looking for fairly recent fics, so let me know if you want any old-ish fic to be included.

I see you talking mostly about 5up/Steve and Steve/Apollo. Can I still send/see other crewfu fics?: why yes absolutely! my goal is to push every fic which heavily features regular crewfu characters - 5uptic and supdog just happen to be very popular pairings. so, to give you a list: core 4 (5up, hafu, dk, steve), apollo, aipha, annie, janet, kimi, ellum, koji... you know the drill. it doesn’t have to be centered on a relationship, or about 5up in specific, etc. my only requirement is that any of the previously mentioned members are a central part of the fic or are HEAVILY featured in it (sorry, minecraft fics with 50+ tags who only mention 5up as an afterthought won’t make the cut :/).

Isn’t shipping Bad™?: well, it’s a little more nuanced than that. i will go out of my way to discourage and shame people who often violate CCs’ boundaries by acting like so and so has a crush on this person, or that this and that are Actually Into Each Other or secretly dating. any sort of tinhat bullshit is a big nono (think larries). but i run on the assumption that people who write rpf understand that what they’re doing is simply write a completely fictional story using real life personalities, and understand the boundaries necessary to do it - aka they’re not tinhats, they understand they can’t assume everything about CCs’ thoughts and personalities, they understand that what they’re writing is strictly fiction, they keep these works only in fandom circles, etc. (but again, it’s only one me doing this, so please be kind if i don’t happen to know that this person is Actually a tinhat or whatever).

show fic: NO. (seriously. i don’t feel comfortable putting my ao3 account out there. please respect my privacy on these trying times <3)

I REALLY don’t care about your rpf/fic talk: fair! i’ll be tagging every single one of these posts as “fanfic spotlight”, so just mute the tag using tumblr settings so you’ll never have to look at these! likewise, you can follow the tag if you want to keep up with it, or search it on my blog to look at the other entries you might have missed (but this is the first one! lol).

Hey, my fic is here and I don’t feel comfortable with it being shared over here: no problem! let me know as soon as you can and i’ll take it down <3

[7r0773r]

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World for Men by Caroline Criado Perez

In the mid-1990s, research by local officials in Vienna found that from the age of ten, girls’ presence in parks and public playgrounds ‘decreases significantly’. But rather than simply shrugging their shoulders and deciding that the girls just needed  to toughen up, city officials wondered if there was something wrong with the design of parks. And so they planned some pilot projects, and they started to collect data. 

What they found was revealing. It turned out that single large open spaces were the problem, because these forced girls to compete with the boys for space. And girls didn’t have the confidence to compete with the boys (that’s social conditioning for you) so they tended to just let the boys have the space. But when they subdivided the parks into smaller areas, the female drop-off was reversed. They also addressed the parks’ sports facilities. Originally these spaces were encased by wire fencing on all sides, with only a single entrance area — around which groups of boys would congregate. And the girls, unwilling to run the gauntlet, simply weren’t going in. Enter, stage right, Vienna’s very own Leslie Knope, Claudia Prinz-Brandenburg, with a simple proposal: more and wider entrances. And like the grassy spaces, they also subdivided the sports courts. Formal sports like basketball were still provided for, but there was also now space for more informal activities — which girls are more likely to engage in. These were all subtle changes — but they worked. A year later, not only were there more girls in the park, the number of ‘informal activities’ had increased. And now all new parks in Vienna are designed along the same lines. (pp. 63-64)

***

. . . Fifty year’s worth of US census data has proven that when women join an industry in high numbers, that industry attracts lower pay and loses ‘prestige’, suggesting that low-paid work chooses women rather than the other way around. (p. 76)

***

We teach brilliance bias to children from an early age. A recent US study found that when girls start primary school at the age of five, they are as likely as five-year-old boys to think women could be ‘really really smart’. But by the time they turn six, something changes. They start doubting their gender. So much so, in fact, that they start limiting themselves: if a game is presented to them as intended for ‘children who are really, really smart’, five-year-old girls are as likely to want to play it as boys — but six-year-old girls are suddenly uninterested. Schools are teaching little girls that brilliance doesn’t belong to them. (pp. 100-01)

***

But the disparity in the relative female-friendliness of plough versus shifting agriculture is also a result of gendered social roles. Hoeing can be easily started and stopped, meaning that it can be combined with childcare. The same cannot be said for a heavy tool drawn by a powerful animal. Hoeing is also labour intensive, whereas ploughing is capital intensive, and women are more likely to have access to time rather than money as a resource. As result, argued [Danish economist Ester] Boserup, where the plough was used, men dominated agriculture and this resulted in unequal societies in which men had the power and the privilege.

According to a 2011 paper, Boserup’s hypothesis holds up to scrutiny. Researchers found that descendants of societies that traditionally practised plough agriculture held more sexist views even if they emigrated to other countries. The paper also found that sexist beliefs correlated with the kind of geo-climactic conditions that would favour plough agriculture over shifting agriculture. This suggested that it was the climate rather than pre-existing sexism that dictated the adoption of the plough — which in turn drove the adoption of sexist views. (p. 146)

***

The data that we do have is unarguable: as we continue to build, plan and develop our world, we have to start taking account of women's lives. In particular, we have to start accounting for the three themes that define women's relationship with that world. 

The first of these themes is the female body — or, to be precise —its invisibility. Routinely forgetting to accommodate the female body in design — whether medical, technological or architectural — has led to a world that is less hospitable and more dangerous for women to navigate. It leads to us injuring ourselves in jobs and cars that weren't designed for our bodies. It leads to us dying from drugs that don't work. It has led to the creation of a world where women just don't fit very well. 

There is an irony in how the female body is apparently invisible when it comes to collecting data, because when it comes to the second trend that defines women's lives, the visibility of the female body is key. That trend is male sexual violence against women —how we don't measure it, don't design our world to account for it, and in so doing, allow it to limit women's liberty. Female biology is not the reason women are raped. It is not the reason women are intimidated and violated as they navigate public spaces. This happens not because of sex, but because of gender: the social meanings we have imposed on male and female bodies. In order for gender to work, it must be obvious which bodies elicit which treatment. And, clearly, it is: as we've seen, 'the mere sight of a woman' is enough for the viewer to 'immediately elicit a specific set of associated traits and attributions'. To immediately class her as someone to speak over. Someone to cat call. Someone to follow. Someone to rape. 

Or maybe just someone to make the tea. Which is where we run into the third trend, which is perhaps the most significant in terms of its impact on women's lives worldwide: unpaid care work. Women are doing far and away more than our fair share of this work — this necessary work without which our lives would all fall apart. And, as with male violence against women, female biology is not the reason women are the bum-wiping class. But recognising a child as female is the reason she will be brought up to expect and accept that as her role. Recognising a woman as female is the reason she will be seen as the appropriate person to clear up after everyone in the office. To write the Christmas and birthday cards to her husband's family — and look after them when they get sick. To be paid less. To go part-time when they have kids. 

Failing to collect data on women and their lives means that we continue to naturalise sex and gender discrimination — while at the same time somehow not seeing any of this discrimination. Or really, we don't see it because we naturalise it — it is too obvious, too commonplace, too much just the way things are to bother commenting on. It's the irony of being a woman: at once hyper-visible when it comes to being treated as the subservient sex class, and invisible when it counts — when it comes to being counted. (pp. 312-14)

[rogerblackwolf]

The Fox and the Huntsman

-Year 1889-

The man awoke suddenly to the blaring of the steamship's horn. He reluctantly gets dressed and heads up to the top deck, his eyes adjusting to the dawn light and the smell of seasalt teased his nose. He stretched because he didn't sleep well, the various vertebrae in his back were popping loud enough to be overheard by a pair of crewmen as they went about their morning duties. He then leaned against the rail to further awaken himself, the spray of the sea helped as did the rays of the sun as it made it's ascent above the horizon.

"Up early again, I see." The captain of the vessel said as he descended the steps from the helm of the steamship.

"Didn't sleep well." The man replied

"Nightmare?"

"Yes."

"Soldier's lives are hardly peaceful." The captain said

The man looked at him surprised before asking

"How did you know?"

"Remember when those rebels had an uprising back in 1828 in Brazil? I was in the Royal Marines back then, I just so happened to be in port during it all." The captain says showing a pin from the time.

"I was in the 66th." The man says

"At Maiwand?!" The captain asked stunned

"Yes."

A few moments of silence went by before the captain spoke once again.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, Captain Howard Channing, at your humble service."

"Nathan Andrews. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He says as they shake hands.

The two vets proceeded to chat while the ship continues on its course. The call "Land Hoe!" interrupts their conversation. Nathan looks out to see the horizon turn from ocean to a vast expanse of land, in response he goes below deck to his cabin to collect his things, including an letter with an official seal. He sits down on his bunk reading it one more time.

"Sergeant Nathan Andrews

By the order of the Elders, and the will of Her Majesty, Queen Victoria of England, you are to be sent to the colony of Hong Kong, China to hunt a vengeful spirit that has been causing trouble for many of the locals; one village in particular has expressed great concern about this spirit. Your mission is to travel to this village and determine the nature of this spirit. If it is possible, relocate it somewhere away from civilization; if the spirit is hostile you have permission to kill it. May your hunt be a success and your travels safe.

-Elder J."

Nathan then folded the letter and packed it away before checking his weapons. His single shot carbine, his 6 shot webley revolver, and finally his bayonet. As he did this, a second letter fell from his pack, this one from a woman he was engaged to in London. He had hoped this this hunt would be short so he could return quickly.

By the time he got back topside, Nathan realized that the steamhip had managed to dock.

Once the anchor was dropped and the gangplank lowered, Nathan was among the first to disembark along with several of the crew. The captain waved him off and wished him luck as Nathan surveyed his new surroundings. Unquestionably Hong Kong was a beautiful city, the streets were full of people from food vendors to clothing salesmen, and shops. The mountains however captivated and startled him reminding him of a time he wished he could forget.

Thankfully he was brought back to reality by a tapping on his shoulder. Nathan turned and was met with a short portly man dressed in a suit with a dark overcoat and a wide brimmed hat.

"Sergeant Andrews I presume?" He asks whilst nervously extending his hand.

"Yes." Nathan answered a little on edge

"Oh jolly good, I'm Reginald Collingwood. The Order saw fit to elect me as your guide and interpreter." The portly man explained as they shook hands. Mr. Collingwood then went on to explain the situation as he understood it from his own investigation.

"It started some weeks ago, the villagers all told me they witnessed a young woman come into town for supplies. The day after she left several young men became bedridden and had episodes of convulsions; I, myself, was able to cure this with some help from a local monk, curious fellow. Still though the villagers believe until this spirit is found and destroyed they will be in danger."

"Do you have any idea what I should be looking for? Aside for some strange woman?" Nathan asked

"Well I'm certain the villagers would be keen to assist you. We're heading there now." Reginald responded as he brought Nathan to a cart, the driver ready to take them to their destination.

The sun was directly above their heads by the time Nathan and Reginald had arrived at the village. With some assistance from the villagers the two Engishmen found themselves welcomed into the Elder's home. Nathan was fascinated by the many rituals that went into serving a single cup of tea, not to mention he was also served a bowl of rice with some sort of meat coated in a spicy sauce.

"Mr. Collingwood, I'd like to begin my hunt as soon as possible." Nathan insisted after they each had their fill

"Alright alright, I'll translate for you so don't worry." Reginald stated before asking the Elder about the spirit.

The elder and Reginald spoke for some time with Reginald stopping every so often to explain;

"He said that a mysterious woman came from the wilderness looking for rice, meat, and incense. She didn't leave til evening but when night came, the first of several young men began having convulsions and talking in their sleep. They kept saying the same thing.."Shen Li". Curious if you ask me." Reginald stated

"Is there nothing else he can tell us?" Nathan asked gesturing to the Elder.

"He said that the woman went North and the only place that he can think of is an old shrine that no one has visited in decades. Perhaps that would be a good place to start?" Reginald questioned

"Better than nothing." Nathan spoke.

After everything was said and done, the two men thanked the Elder for his help. Nathan decided to leave Reginald with the village for his safety, after all it was just an animal he was hunting. Taking his weapons, Nathan traversed to the northern parts of the countryside eventually arriving at the ruins of an old temple. The stonework was noticeable despite the multitude of vines and overgrowth, on the inside was wooden pillars holding up a stone roof and a shrine had freshly lit candles and incense.

"Someone was here...where are they now?" Nathan asked himself before deciding to lay in wait at the back of the temple. When night came so did the keeper of the shrine. Dressed in a loose white robe with long black hair, Nathan could barely make out a feminine figure in the low light. Only when he made himself known did he see her face, her eyes captured his attention the most. Their silver glow striking him in a way that made him blush embarrassed, even making him lower his weapon.

"Who are you and why are you here?" She asks in English.

"You speak English?" Nathan asked

"Should I not when faced with an English Man?" She replied.

"Hmph, you got me there." Nathan said.

"You have yet to answer my question." The woman responded.

"Right you are, I am Nathan Andrews and I was sent to hunt a spirit that may have come from this temple." He explains

"Do you intend to kill this spirit?" The woman asked as she locked eyes with him as if studying him

"If this spirit is a danger then yes...I won't hesitate." He said after a pause.

"We have not been introduced, I am Shen Li and I am a Hulijing, a fox spirit." She says, revealing her long tail and ears.

"I am Nathan Andrews. A Huntsman from England." Nathan said

"For being polite I will give you an explanation. You have earned that much." Shen Li says.

As Nathan sits with her, Shen Li explains that her magic is random in terms of enchanting men. In many cases men tend to forget her and move on with their lives due to her reclusive nature but sometimes men become annoyingly obsessed and refuse to leave her alone. Shen Li then goes on to say those particular men she tried to ignore but their cries and pleas are not deaf to her, she had to physically remove the enchantment herself. Thankfully there was a Englishman and a monk who cured the men she accidentally enchanted recently.

'Hmm, guess Reginald wasn't entirely useless.' Nathan thought.

"Well...what do you think? Am I a threat?" Shen Li asks him.

Nathan contemplated silently weighing the evidence of both her testimony and Reginald's investigation. As he thought he couldn't stop looking at her as if absentmindedly memorizing the curve of her cheeks, the smoothness of her skin, and her lengthy black hair but above all he found her eyes the most pleasing. He was so lost in them he didn't realize she was staring back at him, as if looking for something hidden.

"I think you're misunderstood, and despite your abilities you are not a threat. If you wish, I will gladly leave you be." Nathan says finally.

"I do enjoy my life here but it does get lonely. I would not be opposed to you returning whenever you wish. It is late, you may remain in the temple til morning. Get some rest, I must hunt for food." She says before turning into her fox form. Nathan would be surprised but he was already tired to begin with, he watched Shen as her silver fur glistened in the moonlight and with a pounce out the entranceway she was gone.

Once Nathan had lied down he began to slowly dose off but this night he didn't have any nightmares, for the first time in many months he was able to have a peaceful sleep. Nathan stirred from his slumber by the rays of morning, as he went about having some rations for breakfast he saw no sign of Shen. He decided to head back to the village since his work had been done, the only thing left to do was to deliver his report. As he traversed the path Nathan felt at ease, again a first in a long time. When he arrived back at the village he was welcomed by the people and Reginald.

"Mr. Andrews! Great to see you again old chap. Did you find the spirit?" He asked

"I did, and I have a report to write and send." Nathan responds

"Of course, at once." Reginald said as he showed Nathan to a office where he could write. It took maybe an hour before Nathan emerged once again and gave the letters to Reginald.

"You know what you have to do. Ensure the Order gets the report first. The second one I will not fault should it arrive late." Nathan said

"Yes of course, and where will you be going?" Reginald asked as the wagon was brought to the residence the two men were staying at.

"To have a chat with someone I met." Nathan said before he gave Reginald a handshake and a pat on his shoulder before walking back off into the woods.

Reginald also saw a silver furred fox sitting on a rock at the edge of the woods, even he could tell there was something not normal about it. When Nathan got close to the fox it let him pet it's head gently before both disappeared into the forest.

"Hmm, Curious." Reginald said to himself as the wagon leisurely made it's way to Hong Kong's port.

[seventhstar]

@sinkingorswimming prompted me “good omens regency au” bc i am a predictable hoe with one (1) skill set, now here, have these fragments of a magical regency romance au.

aziraphale/crowley. i am tired and was tired writing this. i have never written for this fandom. hi.

The Followers of the Black Book collectively owned a number of businesses of ill repute. Crowley owned one brothel and one gambling hell. His were not the most wicked of those establishments; he did not offer the most profane pleasures or allow playing at the highest stakes.

What he did do was turn a profit, and it was a substantial profit. It was also too substantial; he had been accused of having a good work ethic. Ironically, Crowley achieved this by the simple expedient of being as uninvolved in the running of the places as possible. He’d turned over the bookkeeping and the ordering of supplies entirely over to the fallen women and men who were employed there. One of them became the manager of the place. Without any supervision, the prostitutes realized that there were other, more lucrative services that could be offered.

Crowley’s brothel now contained a small, luxurious private clinic, for wealthy clients in need of discreet medical care. It contained a manufacturing floor where the employees with magical talent produced commodities such as lace cheaply and then sold them. It contained a modiste where a certain set came to be dressed. (And it still contained an actual brothel, of course, and it was the cleanest, safest brothel in London.)

“No.”

“What do you mean, no? You can’t want to marry him.”

“No.”

“You don’t even like him. No one likes him. You have to get out of it.”

“It has been decreed by the Archmagician. A wedding date has been set. They’ve sent the announcement to the papers.”

“None of that matters if you don’t want to marry him, which you certainly don’t!”

“No, Crowley. It is not up for discussion.”

Crowley considered the set of Aziraphale’s jaw. He’d gone all stubborn now; it was no good pushing. Aziraphale was a bit like a jar with a lid that was on too tight; he had to be worked from all angles before he could be opened up.

“Well, all right,” he said. “Come to Watier’s with me? The ragout is supposed to be exceptional.”

“Oh, well,” Aziraphale said. He appeared to be considering it, though he was toying with the hem of his waistcoat, as Crowley knew he did when he was hungry. “If you insist.”

++

“He’ll have you sell your book collection, of course.”

“What?”

“It’ll be his collection after you marry. The White Book forbids material attachments, does it not? No possessions. No first editions. No illuminated manuscripts for auction, not that you’d be allowed to buy anything.”

“I,” Aziraphale says. His wineglass is raised halfway to his lips.

“No wine. No French chefs. Just white magic and abstaining and penance, until you die.”

“Selecting our own spouses is forbidden for a reason,” Aziraphale protests. “It leads to sin—”

“Imagine having to lie under Gabriel—no, don’t, it’ll put you off your dinner.”

“It’s marriage, not the end of the world!”

“It will be the end of your world.” It’ll be the end of my world.

“Crowley.”

“All right. All right. Have it your way, marry him. Don’t even try to get out of it.”

“I can’t get out of it. And even if I could, it would be wrong to break our engagement.”

“Oh? Did he ask you?”

“He’s the Archmagician of the Followers of the White Book, Crowley. He doesn’t have to ask.”

“So then you haven’t really promised him anything.”

“Well, I—”

“And you have a decent inheritance, don’t you? All yours if you can hold out a few more months. Could open a bookshop, then. Could do anything you liked.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” Aziraphale said faintly, in a tone of voice that suggested he could, possibly, if Crowley would be so good as to persuade him a little more.

“All you need to do is to get engaged to someone else.”

“And how will marrying someone else solve the—the problem?”

“Who said anything about marriage? I said engaged. A secret engagement will distract the Whites, and you can say that you already made them a promise, and if you can drag it out long enough, you’ll have enough money to do what you want.”

“Crowley, that’s absurd. Where will I find someone willing to go through with a farce like that?”

Crowley did not have that portion of the plan worked out, and opened his mouth to prevaricate. His mouth, finding the signal from his brain to be both vague and idiotic, ignored it entirely and proceeded without any rational input at all.

“I could do it.”

“What?”

“Why not?” Until this moment of bodily betrayal, Crowley had not considered the possibility of marrying Aziraphale himself. In his mind, the best possible scenario would be that Aziraphale never married, and neither would Crowley, and they could go on together as eternal bachelors until the end of their days. Aziraphale was a stickler for the rules after all, and practically had the White Book memorized, whereas Crowley treated the Black Book as a collection of suggestions. It had seemed unlikely.

“Think of the scandal! Gabriel would be furious. No one would believe it.”

“Scandals are fun,” Crowley, who collected society pages in which he was mentioned, and who had enough of them to paper at least one room in his townhouse, grinned. “Gabriel is an ass. And as for believing it, you can leave that to me.”

“Yes, but…”

“And if we were pretending to be engaged, I’d have to behave, wouldn’t I?” Crowley mused. “No affairs with married couples, no speculating with second sons’ money, no ritual sacrifices…”

“You never perform ritual sacrifices.”

This was true; Crowley abhorred livestock and rather liked children.

“I might. Unless, of course, I had something better to do.”

[thelittlestkitsune]

Mid-Semester; chapter three.

A/N; I just want to apologise in advance. I am so sorry. So very sorry. Enjoy! xoxo Lau

Pairing: ScottMccallxProfessor!Reader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: none. for now.

Word count: 4,926.

Listen to me.              Mid Semester Masterlist               Let me know?

                                Just listen to me okay? Don’t question it. 

WEDNESDAY.  

You sat back, relaxing into your chair as you shut your laptop, picking at the pomegranate seeds in a ceramic bowl on your desk as students flooded through the doors, cheeks reddened after the trek up the stairs. You smiled, popping seed after seed into your mouth, the scuffling of feet on linoleum calming as they settled into their seats. “How is everyone?” You asked as you heard a chorus of groans, yawns and mumbles. “Oh that good huh? I guess you guys need to get a load off?” You heard chuckles from some of the more immature students in your class. You licked over your lips, folding your legs underneath yourself as you pulled at your shirt, closing away the sliver of skin you had on show; away from prying eyes. “Not like that you pervs. But kind of like that-” You paused, clearing your throat as you leant against your desk, your hands folded beneath your chin. “-I mean you guys are probably so stressed huh? What with midterms and job prospects?” You finished as almost every head drooped. “So how about we take it easy this week? I can’t be fucking bothered grading a paper, so instead we’re just going to do a discussion that okay?” You could practically feel the room vibrate with excitement, cheers whispered underneath breaths as the room sighed collectively.  

“So what are we talking about this week Salt?” You heard Cat refer to your nickname, gifted to you by the class. “Well Yankee-” You smiled as you continued. “-I was being kind of figurative when I said get a load off. I was also hinting at who we’re going to savage this week.” You sighed as you lifted the bowl of pomegranate seeds, half empty due to your absent minded picking. “Um, Persephone?” Audrey piped up, her blonde hair falling in curls around her face, cheeks flushed pink as she leant forwards. “Close enough Aud One.” You joked, scanning the crowd for the other Audrey. “Where’s Aud two?” You asked as you furrowed your brow, not coming across her familiar smile. “She’s not well, she’s snowed under with a cold right now.” You frowned, leaning back. “Someone should sent her hot soup and a hot boy. No one should be ill at this time.” You shrugged, looking for someone else to pick on for an answer. “Todd. Who do you think we’ll be talking about?” You asked as he looked up, his eyes red rimmed, his face sleepy. “Um, knowing you probably Zeus.” He answered nonchalantly as you shook your head, a sheepish smile on your face.  

“No fucking way.” Em muttered, her hands wrapped around her jaw as she doodled on her notebook. “Don’t fucking swear! I can talk about other things! Kinda-” You laughed as you placed the bowl back down, unaware you were still gripping at the rim. “- think of someone who is just as salty as I am and probably had the dead sea named after them.” Students seemed to pause deep in thought before Cat’s head shot up, her unusually smart shirt sticking out in comparison to the normal baseball merch she wore. “Hera. His wife and sister right?” She questioned, vaguely unsure of herself as her brows knitted low over her green eyes. “DING DING DING. Yes!! We’re talking about the Cersei and Jamie of Ancient Greece and how her spite and fury made something we are still heralding about to this day.” You licked over your lips as you pinched some seeds between your recently manicured fingers. “Okay you guys, it’s time to make like the great R&B songs of the nineties and talk about sex. Mainly about Succubi and Sirens.” You raised your brows as your lip quirked, excited chatter filling the room.  

“Weren’t sirens just mermaids with a higher sex drive and a penchant for driving men mental?” Em spoke up, her british slang confusing some of the other students as you sat there, chewing over her question. “Well, yes and no, they liked to take the lives of hapless sailors that had not blessed their voyage by praying to poseidon. They also did it for the bants. But they weren’t always seen as mermaids per se, some were half chicken?” You spouted off a useless fact as some of your students broke out into laughter. You followed suit, your lungs aching as you heard comments of chicken fucker going through the air. “But what has a half chicken woman got anything to do with the succubus.” Kenzie asked, pulling her caramel blonde hair behind her ear as her nose scrunched quizzically. “THANK YOU KENZIE.” you sighed dramatically as you flung your arms in the air, not catching them before you let your hands slap back against your legs. The slap echoed through the uncharacteristically quiet room as you swore under your breath.  

“Ow, fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck-” You caught yourself, looking up at flustered smiling faces as you collected yourself. “What I was going to say was thank you for asking that. So you know myths are connected? Every myth nicked bits and bats from other countries and legends, but never cited their sources much like the most of you-” You looked at certain students, their eyes guiltily averting away from your gaze. “-and most of what is believed to be a succubus could easily be tracked back to the siren. They were often seen on land, gorgeous insta models of women.” You soothed over your stinging skin as you cleared your throat. “Basically they were the epitome of female beauty, super gorgeous women that would lure men to sleep with them. However upon actually doing the nasty she’d suck the life force from him, leaving him a husk of a man.” You sighed, your skin calming as you leaned back. “That’s kinky.” Todd laughed, looking at his friends as he covered a grin. “Not really, if you’re doing something right any man is left a husk at the end.” Maddie giggled as she high fived Kenzie, her head turning back towards you.  

“Neither of you are wrong. Either way, we should get this lesson actually underway cause I have somewhere to be after class.” you laughed as Cat looked at you, a questioning look in her narrowing eyes. “Where you going?” She asked as you smiled, thinking of the evenings activities. “Well if you must ask, I’m heading to my best friends engagement party.” You looked down at your own hands, wondering when you’d get a ring like hers. “Congrats to them.” Cat spoke, her accent barely noticeable as you nodded, your lips pressed together firmly. “Yeah, congrats to them. Anyway, let’s talk about boats and hoes.”  

WEDNESDAY NIGHT.  

“Look I’m not saying dress like a hoe, I’m just saying you have a cracking set of tits and you should get them out!” Mal laughed as she nudged at you, her ring sparkling in the low lighting of the restaurant. You sipped at your wine, lowkey wishing it was something stronger. “She’s right you know!” Thomas spoke, his whiskey brown eyes skating over you quickly as Camile looked at him, her mouth hung open in shock. “What? I’m just saying! Remember, I only look at you that way.” He smirked as she smiled, pressing her lips to his cheek as you wished even more that you were drinking anything other than wine. Bleach? Too far. You placed your glass in front of you, looking around the table as all your friends had coupled off, arms slung over their partners, doe eyed looks on happy faces as you frowned slightly. “Cheer up buttercup. I saw the dude you’re going out with tomorrow. You won’t have that frown on your face forever.” Mal spoke cheerily as you smiled, your eyes not quite meeting hers. “Thanks!” You gripped the stem of your glass as Camile turned to you again, her lips finally leaving Thomas’. “So, what are you going to go with?” She referred back to your conversation as you shrugged. “I’m going straight from the office so I have no idea. Maybe some trousers and a shirt?”

Her head shook vigorously as she sipped at her drink, mulling over her response as she gazed off into the distance. “What about that green dress? You know the backless one? With a blazer over top for when you’re in the office?” You gulped, mouthing no as you pushed around the food on your plate. “Oh! What about the red one? The tight and short one?” Mal put forward, spooning some ramen into her mouth as the korean bbq sizzled in front of you. “It makes me look like slaggy barbie. Maybe not the best if I have a student meeting tomorrow.” you bit at your lip as you thought of Scott, quickly squashing any feelings that bubbled up. “Purple is always a nice colour?” Stuart spoke, unusual for the quiet reserved guy. “I don’t know if I have a purple dress. But I like that idea!” You smiled, giving him a small wink as he blushed behind thick rimmed glasses. “I have one you can borrow. However, if you’re going to get laid in please for the love of all that is holy; get it dry cleaned.” Camile laughed as you play slapped her arm. “Are you insinuating that I’m going to sleep with him on the first date?” Your lips quivered as you laughed.  “A man like that? You drop your panties or forego them all together. If you strike out that’s on you boo boo.” She cheersed you as you smiled, uneasy butterflies swarming in your stomach as you looked forward to tomorrow. Just got to get through tonight first.  

THURSDAY AFTERNOON.  

The dress you wore slid up your thigh as you walked across campus, your head ducked as you tried to cover yourself up. I should’ve worn something else. You bit at your lips, dry skin pulled off as you walked, nerves bubbling up as you headed to your office. At least I have my blazer on, and flats. You mentally thanked your morning self for deciding to put on the blazer rather than the leather jacket you had planned on wearing. Coffee first. You walked through throngs of students, heading to the coffee shop for your daily fix of caffeine. Your earbuds hung around your neck, your head whirring with thoughts too loud to be drowned out even by the likes of real friends. You clutched at your bag as you ascended the steps to the coffee shop, your footing uneven as the tight dress didn’t move much with your legs. Finally when inside you glanced at your phone, noting the time and how little of it you had until Derek was picking you up.  

As you ordered your phone vibrated in your hands, your poker straight hair pushed behind your ear as you smiled at your phone like an idiot.  

Sourwolf: I can’t wait to see you again, pick you up at 8?  

Smartass: Sounds great, I’ll text you when I’m finishing up my lesson okay? Can’t wait!  

Your thoughts were briefly distracted as your fingers clicked over the keyboard on your phone, only thoughts of your impending date occupying your mind. “Y/N?” A young guy spoke as he held out a takeout coffee cup, his fingers curled around the blue cardboard. You looked up, the concentration on your face evaporating as you smiled at him, handing over the cash that you owed him. You glanced out the window, cursing quietly as clouds hung low in the sky, your mood diminishing as you scurried from the warmth of the small shop, back out into the square. Students teamed the large area as you navigated through the masses of people, almost cheering as you hit a stretch of land that was barely populated. You walked fast, wanting to get to your office as quickly as possible, almost speeding through the walkways of the crowded college. You bit at the plastic lid on your coffee as you walked, deep in thought as your heels drummed against concrete, your building coming up on the left as you banked towards it. “Hey Y/N, you look nice!” Kenzie and Maddie passed you, textbooks clamped in their arms as they headed towards their psych class.  

“Thank you!” You smiled as they paused, looking as though they wanted to ask a question. “What’s up girls?” You asked, gripping your coffee a little tighter as you turned to talk to them, the sun lowering in the sky as you shivered. “We were just wondering what the mid terms are going to be like?” Kenzie looked at you with wide eyes as Maddie stiffened. “You don’t have to worry, it’s an overall paper and by both of your guys work so far; you’ll ace it.” You smiled as they both exhaled, clearly relieved. “Well hope you enjoy whatever you’re all dressed up for!” They smiled as you nodded, scurrying away through the door to your building as coffee lapped over the lip of your cup. Unlocking your office you threw your bag down, grateful you hadn’t bothered to bring your laptop. 5pm. Scott should be here soon. You had emailed him the night before, pulling the normal time forward so you wouldn’t be knackered when Derek picked you up. You slipped your shoes off, opting to pad about your office just in your stockings as you tidied away the mess.  

A knock on the door came as you bent over to put away files, your dress stretched over you almost looking like a second skin as you shouted for Scott to come in. “Hey Y/N!” Scott sang cheerily, his footsteps halting as he coughed awkwardly. “Sorry did I interrupt something?” He sounded flushed as you stood up straight, your face red as you looked at him. “No? Why? Does it look like I was doing something inappropriate?” You blew your hair from your face as you realised how short your dress was, the hemline barely skirting the curve of your ass. “Oh my god Scott, I’m so sorry! I had no idea; I pretty much just completely flashed you I'm so sorry-” You gushed, turning quickly as you pulled the bodycon material further down, his eyes twinkling as a smile played on his lips. “It’s okay Y/N. You look nice.” He blushed, his smile spreading as he gave you a crooked grin. “Why thank you Scott, that’s really nice of you to say!” Your skin grew hot as his eyes trailed over your plunging neckline, shivers spreading wherever he looked. “What’s got you all dressed up? And in colour for that matter?!” He joked, a personal jab of the lack of colour in your wardrobe. “I have a date I’ll have you know!” you smiled, suddenly shy and guilty as his face dropped.  

“Oh, that’s great!” He spoke despondently, crossing the room in a few bounds, his long legs carrying him swiftly across the small room. He took his normal place in the leather chair, his legs stretched out in front of him as you took him in properly, allowing yourself one indulgent moment. Baggy jeans coasted over his long legs, a leather belt strapped around his hips. Peeking over top was a band of white, stark against his caramel coloured skin, the hints of ink sprawled across hard muscle. You tore your eyes away as you travelled up his body, his chest hard as he sat up, the light grey henley he wore tight across his chest as it gaped open; his neck stiffening as you sucked your lips between your teeth. His arms flexed as he reached into his bag, your eyes almost glued to his forearms as he pushed the sleeves of his shirt up, bunching the material at his elbow. His skin almost shone as he looked at you, your eyes tearing away from him as you became flustered, your cheeks burning as you smiled.  

“So who’s the lucky guy then?” Scott asked his brows knitting together as something shone behind his eyes. “Just an old friend. I’m probably reading far too much into this, he probably just wants to catch up, it’s been like a decade since we saw each other last.” You sighed, settling into your chair as you undid your blazer; the material sticking to your hot skin. “Wow.” Scott sighed, regret blazing in his eyes as he looked over you. The plunging neckline of your dress skated down your chest, the delicate eyelash lace covering your freckle dusted shoulders. “He’s a really lucky guy anyone would be lucky to go on a date with you.” He breathed as you hid your smile, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Thanks, it’s really sweet of you to say.” You let your smile break free, the simple act of happiness breaking over your face as his eyes softened. “I mean it, but that’s enough of that, how about we get on with this?” He averted his gaze from you as you nodded, breaking yourself out of the bubble you had wrapped yourself in. “So what bullshit are we breaking ground on?” He asked as you rolled your eyes. “Succubi and Sirens.” You spoke, your voice slightly hushed as he looked at you with a pointed brow.  

“Succubi? We’re actually covering this?” He asked incredulously a laugh on the tip of his tongue as he ran his fingers across his chin. “Yeah, why is that hard to believe?!” you responded, confusion tinging your words. “Nah, it’s just rather random you know? You were telling me last week how you knew werewolves are real and now we’re talking about succubi and I know they’re real; it makes me wonder if vampires are lurking about somewhere in the shadows.” You laughed before his words processed, your mind reeling back to what he said. “Wait, you said succubi are real!??” You leaned forwards, your shoulders pressing your tits together as he tried to avoid looking at them. “Yeah, I knew one back in Beacon Hills. She dated my friends.” You smiled as you leaned back, an oh leaving your lips. “Friends? As in plural?” you asked as he nodded. “My best friends in fact. Derek and Stiles. She was with Derek originally and then Stiles got involved and it was all confusing cause she had no idea what she was and oh god it was a mess.”  

It was almost as if your blood ran cold at the mention of Dereks name. “You alright Y/N? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Scott waved in front of your face as you zoned out, your heart beating faster as you pieced things together. Of course they know each other. Fuck. I’m going to be sick. I should cancel. I am definitely going to be sick. This was a mistake, their both werewolves for fucks sake. IT’S OBVIOUS THAT THEY KNOW EACH OTHER. Beacon Hills isn’t that big? Maybe I’m over reacting, maybe it’s a different Derek. “Hello? Earth to y/n?” Scott called as you blinked, shaking your head as you paid attention to the wolf in front of you. “Are you okay? You went really pale?” His eyes softened as he reached for your hands, his fingers pressing tentatively against your forehead.  

“You’ve gone cold are you okay?” Scott spoke, his voice soft as his fingers trailed down the side of your face, his lips slightly parted as you looked at him. “Yeah, just got really nervous all of a sudden, sorry!” You smiled slowly, unsure of yourself as you pulled away from his touch. His hand paused where it was, retracting back slowly as he coughed. “You’ve no need to be nervous, you’re gonna kill it.” A half smile played on his lips as you mouthed a thank you, something itching inside your throat. “I’ll tell you what, how about a drink?” the words spilled from your lips as you tapped on the desk. “Coffee?” Scott asked, his hands gripping at the arms on the chair as you shook your head slowly. “Whiskey. I know it doesn’t affect you but it tastes good?” You licked over your lips as he nodded, twiddling a pen in his fingers. “Sounds good, seems like you need it anyway.” Your eyes widened as you stood, smoothing over the wrinkles in your dress. You tugged at the material, slowly pulling it down your legs as you crossed the room, your stockings snagging on the corner of your desk.  

“Oh for fucks sake.” You studied the ladder going straight down your left leg, the thin material ripping just by standing there. “The curse strikes again!” Scott laughed, covering his smile as you threw your head back. “I’m gonna make myself a double.” You sighed, bending at the hip as you unlatched your stockings from the clips that held them up. “You want one?” You asked Scott, your question unanswered as you slowly rolled your stockings down your legs. “-Yeah, a double sounds good.” You snapped up quickly, gathering the ripped material in your hands as you balled them up. “Guess I won’t be needing these anymore.” You lined up your eyes with the bin near the door, aiming your arm as you threw them across the room. They somehow bounced off the rim of the bin as you let your arms drop to your side. “I guess I’ll never make the basketball team.”  You sighed, a chuckle on your lips as you stepped forwards to pick them up, your dress riding up as you felt Scott’s eyes on you.  

“You’re too short for that anyway!” he joked as you turned to him, putting your hands on your hips. “I am not! I’ll have you know that I am above the national average height!” You smiled before turning around, heading to your bar cart in the corner by your kettle. “And how tall is that?” He asked, his voice sounding closer than before as you shrugged. “I dunno, I just know I’m not that short.” You admitted, grabbing your decanter as you poured two double whiskies. “You’re short compared to me.” His breath coasted over your neck as you stiffened, his cologne filling your nose as you shook your head. “That’s because you are the size of a rather large tree.” You laughed, your skin sizzling as he reached one arm around you, gripping at the glass on your right. You shivered as his skin brushed over yours, your lips caught between your teeth. Reaching for the other glass you turned, your body almost completely pressed against his. Okay, just breathe. “To calming down.” his voice was deepened as his chocolate brown eyes bored into yours. “To calming down.”  You smiled, clinking your glass against his before lifting it to your lips.  

HALF AN HOUR BEFORE YOUR DATE.  

“I’m just saying she’s definitely a succubus, there is no way in hell that you can look like that and not be?” Scott laughed, trying to prove his point. “You said that your friend back in Beacon Hills was a succubus out of being lonely. AT WHAT POINT IN TIME DO YOU THINK THAT GAL GADOT WAS EVER ALONE. THE WOMAN WAS FUCKING WONDER WOMAN.” You joked, your spirits lifted as you sipped on the last of your drink. “I’m just saying, the woman could get away with anything.” Scott shrugged, a cheeky smile on his face as you nodded, your eyes glancing at the clock. “You’re probably not wrong-” Your phone vibrated for the ninth time that hour as you paused, finally picking it up. “Sorry Scott, my group chat is insane right now.” You flickered through your chat with Malissa and Camile, laughing at the gifs they had sent you. Your phone vibrated again as you checked the chat, confused when a new notification didn’t pop up. Clicking back to your home screen your lips parted as you read over the texts from Derek.

Sourwolf; Hey! Sorry to drop this on you last minute but I’m actually going to be early, I got out of my meeting early and I couldn’t wait. I’ll be there around about half seven?  

Sourwolf; Sorry again y/n but I just didn’t know if you got my messages! I know you’re in a meeting right now, just gonna wait in the Camaro, if you’re late then i’ll just drop by your office!

You looked back at the clock, scrambling as you read the time. Seven fourty five. “Hey Scott, we’re going to have to leave it there, my date just texted me and he says he’s picking me up from the office!” You rushed your words, panic rising in your chest as he leaned forwards grabbing his bag. “Yeah, no worries!” He smiled reaching out to grab your hand as he calmed you down. “Don’t sweat it. Enjoy your night Y/N.” His words were tinged with sadness, guilt washing over you as you remembered he knew Derek. Please don’t cross paths. You wished as Scott stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, the golden hour sun hitting his skin. “I’ll try!” You smiled, grabbing your heels from your bag as you slipped them on. You stood shakily, your head rushing as you smoothed over yourself, taking your hair from the ponytail you haphazardly had it in. “I’ll see you in a few weeks then!” He spoke, his hand on the handle of the door as you finger combed through your hair. “A few weeks?” You stuttered, your lips pouted as you ran a gloss over them. “Spring break? I’m heading home for a while, thought I should try and see my friends.” He smiled, his eyes drawing over you once more.  

You felt shy under his examining eye, your body singing at the mere thought of him looking at you like that. “Well enjoy yourself. I’ll be heading home to Paradise for a while, maybe we’ll see each other.” You smiled as he laughed, dipping his chin to his chest. “Yeah, I’d really like that-” Your heart fluttered as you grabbed your phone and your leather jacket, a knock at the door making your heart plummet into your stomach. “Do you want me to get it?” Scott asked, pointing to the door that he stood beside as everything in you wanted to tell him to wait here whilst you left. “Sure-” You breathed, readying yourself as you grabbed your bag. “Hey man, sorry I’ll get out your way, I was just finishing a lesson with Y-” Scott gushed, finally looking up at the dark haired guy in front of him. “Derek?” He asked confused as he stepped to the side, letting Derek in the room as you stood there frozen. “Hey man, what you doing here?” Scott asked as Derek smiled, his stubble thicker than the last time you had seen him. Werewolf or not that stubble grows thick.  

“I’m picking up Y/N for our date.” He smiled, his pearly white teeth flashing as he looked at you. “Beautiful as ever of course.” He looked at you appreciatively, crossing the room as he placed his hand on the curve of your back, pressing a small kiss to your cheek as you glanced at a rather broken looking Scott. You swallowed thickly, trying to suppress the feeling of your heart breaking into a trillion pieces as he pressed his lips together slowly. “So this is your date huh?” Scott plastered a fake smile on, his eyes showing how he truly felt as Derek’s hand still pressed against you. “Yeah, me and Derek go way back!” You could almost hear how thick you were laying on the happiness, a little too much to be believable. “Well I hope you guys have a great time.” He waved, chucking Derek something. Derek lunged to catch it, his fingers gripping at the silver key. “Don’t be back too late okay?” They nodded at each other as Scott gripped at the strap of his bag, biting his lip as he left the room. You felt sick as you stood there, your fingers gripping onto the leather of your jacket as you felt your stomach lurch. “You ready to go?” Derek asked as you thought of the look on Scott’s face. Maybe it isn’t one sided. “Sure, let’s go.” you smiled, the corners of your lips not quite reaching your eyes as his hand laced with yours.  

You walked outside, the late California sun setting over the skyline, your eyes darting about as you looked at Derek, your stomach still unsettled as you walked to his Camaro. It wasn’t a long walk by much, but by the time you reached the black car your feet were on fire. “You hungry?” Not at all. Derek paused by the passenger door, opening it as you ducked your head, ready to climb in as you saw him. The look on Scott’s face in that moment both made your heart soar and fall into a pit. Mutual or not. I can’t be with him. I made my bed, now I have to lie in it. Your eyes fell from his as you climbed inside the car, your head slamming against the head rest as Derek rounded the car, sliding in next to you. “You okay?” He asked, smoothing over your hand as your head swam with thoughts. “Yeah, just really hungry.” You lied, the truth skirted as he revved the engine, peeling away from the college as you saw Scott in the rear view mirror, finally turning away, his head downturned. No matter how much it sucks.  

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Rio: It's weird Rio: I know it's what I want like I didn't even think about saying nah but Rio: you have every other voice in your head saying it's too quick or we shouldn't even be together at all, you know Indie: i feel it Indie: i got em in mine tryna chat against everything i tryna do all the time Indie: gotta just chat back that they bein dry Rio: Yeah Rio: you right Indie: how we celebratin this?? thats what i wanna be knowing Rio: we should go out for dinner Indie: catch me thirdwheelin over 🍝 soz baby boy 💋 Rio: shh nah, it'll be good, there are some fancy places that do food you'll actually eat so we can live lavish Indie: tell him bring a friend if he rollin w any still 😂😂😏💘😏 Rio: Not tryna get you NONE at my engagement party tah Rio: get you fill o the food tho 😋 Indie: it aint gotta be heavy Indie: been long since anyone meshed me tho so help a hoe out Rio: hmm don't be tryna play addickted Rio: i'll get you a vibrator, like Rio: not to say go fuck yourself but Indie: 😂😂😂😂 when your ma been out for the day & brings home 🎁🎁s like Rio: pah, he'd actually die of embarrassment Indie: when you out your man as vanilla tho Indie: o mckenna Rio: I just don't reckon he wants to think 'bout you meshing Rio: no offence, like Indie: back trecking like its your job baby Indie: 👀 you & his ways Rio: 🙈 den gurl Indie: too late to swerve dat 🏩 Rio: 🙄 just be thankful i never brought it to ours when we was sharing Indie: safe Indie: I kno you in your ☁ rn but when you back cos shit b testing me & dat 2 drink minimum Rio: What's up? Indie: ex-boy got a new 💘 so he tryna pass my shit back but cos i aint there hes @ the squad & they vexed @ me cos of Indie: 💔💔💔💔💔 Rio: 😔 Rio: Are the lads gonna get it or nah Rio: Don't suppose it's worth seeing if Drew still wanna be Dad of the year one last time, like Rio: may as well use him if he's offering, yeah? Indie: things been heated since the 🐕 & what of mine they are holding so like no beef to the lads but idk Indie: am i tryna text him ever tho 😒😒😒 Rio: Yeah, we'll go 'round the houses when I'm back Rio: someone will go get it Rio: don't worry Rio: we won't be long now Indie: & like not tryna still have love for that boy but aint it mad quick miss me for a few after you dash me Rio: It is Rio: but I ain't surprised, it's how lads, esp lads like that, do Rio: doesn't mean it didn't mean nothing to him necessarily Rio: could still be crying 'bout it in your inbox in a few, not trying to give false hope even 'cos fuck him Indie: i dont wanna be hurtin over this no more Indie: gotta get not bothered Rio: I know Rio: fake it 'til you make it, babe Rio: all you can do Indie: innit tho Indie: tell mckenna to buy me bling too thatll help 😂😂😂😂 Rio: 😂 Rio: 'course Indie: not saying he gotta drop a rents worth on the drip like Indie: just how much he feelin Rio: also not tryna be your sisterwife like Indie: no mood Indie: he vanilla but i aint tryna compete w your moves still Rio: Teach you but I'd have to charge Indie: hes on daddy hype too hard i cant be chattin like that to him or no lad soz boy Rio: Don't really put you in any mood but 😒? Rio: Fair Indie: why drop 💸💸💸💸 on therapy when you can spend on 🚬 its all good Rio: It ain't Rio: but we'll make it Indie: you reckon drews gon show w 👶🎁🎁🎁 or imma be repin for the fam? Rio: I don't know if that'd even enter his head Rio: tbh Indie: she could ⛔ us all in a big sweep Indie: me you & him Rio: She could Rio: I don't think she will you though, babe Rio: not like you've done shit wrong Indie: she just aint about me Indie: i feel it w her too Indie: itll b how itll b Rio: yeah but she can't be that petty Rio: even if she wanna Rio: she's a grown ass woman Indie: neither of em out here acting like they grown Indie: why she gonna start when she have this kid Rio: 'cos she'll have to Rio: unlike Drew she can't just pass it around and hope everyone else does it for her Indie: yeah but she know your ma in law got her back & your real Rio: She can't let Bea raise her kid for her Rio: or Ma Rio: anyway, she's got too much pride in everything not related to Drew, trust Indie: tru Rio: I promise, it's gonna be fine Indie: i got trust in you babe thats how im here Rio: 💘💘💘 Indie: dont be letting it slip now you got 💍 Rio: Never Indie: its chill then Indie: what we tryna wear tonite bitch? Rio: got enough trust in me to lemme pick you up some fresh garms or? Indie: hmmm Indie: cos you in a ☁ yeah Indie: theres your engagement gift ✌ Indie: do it how you gonna Rio: 😂 you know I'm good Rio: and no 👗s Rio: not taking the piss Indie: 👀 Indie: no 🤡ing Rio: would I do a thing like that? Indie: nah but mckenna will if he gets pissy you aint shopping for him 😂😂😂 Rio: We already had to treat him 'cos you know Rio: men don't cuffed 'til the day of Indie: you rode him in there say no more 🤐🤐🍾🍾 Rio: 😂 Rio: Not what I meant even but not gonna lie Indie: 😏😏😏 Indie: i been knew Rio: Keeping it unpredictable is our predictable, babe Indie: you out there vibin 😍😍😍 its a day when you can be extra Indie: make most Rio: As if there's a day when I ain't 😉 Rio: At least my Ma can't say shit to me, she was a marriage and 2 kids deep by now with Eds on the way so Indie: his gon get vocal tho man i feel it Indie: 👀 his dad @ me like 😒 how she livin Rio: I know Rio: Hoping they don't notice, like lemme forget which finger this meant to go on Rio: 😬 Indie: she gon be busy @ the business end of her sis when we hit dubs you all good 😂😂😂😂 Indie: & you could always swerve it so the 💎 not facing out when they 👀 Indie: ✌ hacks Rio: am I tryna stop a muggin' or 😂 Rio: you jokes Rio: also never wanna think about her business end thanks 😷 Indie: innit her drum not got dem thin walls like ours 🙏🙏🙏 or they aint vocal how you and mckenna do Rio: Literally can't imagine how this baby came to be Rio: but I'm chill with that, I don't wanna Indie: used that medical shit fr he aint been near her thats how i clue it Rio: i'm creasing rn and can't even explain 'cos nah Indie: serious she that bitch you tryna lips her & she gotta go shower Rio: I know Rio: Childbirth gonna break her 'less she got that c-section on lock Indie: hit her w all the good gear 🚀🚀🚀🚀 Rio: Probably wanna do it without for the brag idk Indie: o snap Indie: truuuuuuuu Rio: She gotta be ready to drop any day, like Indie: 👀 &👂 Indie: we turnin up if she want us or nah Indie: how many mckennas 👶👶s you gon have? Rio: We'll be about, can't avoid School forever Rio: and shut up bitch 😂 Indie: cmon man i kno you 💭 on it Indie: he a pretty boy Rio: nah Rio: i got a life to live babe Indie: your ma been proved you can have it all bitch Indie: birth dem 👶👶s give em posh names & send em to fancy school like they da Rio: yeah n she given me enough sibs to never need my own Rio: not to mention all your drama 😜 Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: im a drama free zone now ty what you sayin Rio: whilst we in this postcode maybe Rio: but not for long babe Indie: nah for long imma be swervin that shit ✌✌ Indie: any postcode Rio: 👏 sounds good to me too Indie: got ink to jog me if i tryna slip Rio: yeah Rio: least you didn't get the M too Indie: like i been said id just put an a on it for that shoutout to my 3 mas baby 💖💖💖 all good Rio: there's always that Rio: if you really want you can add to it Rio: reclaim it, like Indie: hacks Indie: but i aint got no 💸💸💸💸 for Rio: I can pay Rio: or Ma would do it Indie: o yeah Indie: imma hit her up when we home Rio: Have you decided where you gonna be? Indie: mayb w bills cos she 😢💔 idk Rio: Yeah? Indie: if edie back then naaaaah Indie: or if drew been locked up can squat in the flat til it reclaimed Rio: We'll work something out Rio: I'll probably look for a new place Indie: you not gon move in mckennas dubs yard like you own that? Rio: Don't think the rest of 'em would appreciate that like 😏 Indie: other mckenna would rollin in that big drum solo gotta be dry Rio: Yeah still don't think I'm housemate choice no.1 Indie: thats her bad cos you 👑👑👑🔥🔥🔥👑👑👑 Rio: 💘💘💘 Rio: You biased Indie: nah i not Indie: im not here for drew just cos he blood Rio: Anyway, can't be presuming that's how he wanna be living, like Indie: is it? Rio: Yeah, he ain't coming here 'til October imagine if I'd legit moved myself in 😂 Indie: he put a 💍 on it how he not gon be down Rio: that's like rule no 1 init Rio: gotta make sure you've got your own taken care of in case everything goes tits Indie: safe Indie: 👑 moves be like Rio: If I really was probably shoulda said no shouldn't I Rio: kick it like his Ma Indie: if he wants a girl like his ma you need to have a convo Indie: that some freaky shit Rio: 😂 Rio: psych101 would blow your mind Indie: i aint even tyna kno what you mean Indie: old white dudes be cracked Rio: Yeah wouldn't have you buzzin' 'bout your daddy issues Indie: what they sayin bout? i wanna fuck drew now? plot twist fam Rio: you know Rio: we all do but clearly got it twisted 'cos my type ain't ever been my da Rio: no offence boy but Indie: your da be 😍😍😍 god bless Rio: have we swapped? 😂 Indie: he raised me higher than drew done so Indie: daddy caleb come thru Rio: 😷 Indie: 😂😂😂😂 Rio: Such a grown convo Indie: hoe im keepin you grounded Indie: livin that grown life 24 7 w mckenna Rio: tru Rio: it's a madness i should still be in school Rio: i feel so 👵 fr Indie: you is Rio: cheeky cow Rio: meant to hype me not wreck me 😂 Indie: he be too tho Indie: so tamed its a madness Indie: remember how he used roll Rio: well you know Rio: 😻 game so strong Indie: you no need my hype bitch Indie: you know what you done Rio: You reckon Indie: girl aint be gettin a callback you got 💍💎💎 & 💒 hype Indie: he kicked it long distance for you & he aint putting in effort no way fore then Rio: Yeah Rio: ignore me Rio: just the fear init Indie: get a new drink Indie: chase that Rio: 🍾 Indie: check your boy i bet he aint feelin no fear Rio: He wouldn't say if he was Indie: hed chat it to you Indie: that boy always talking Rio: 😂 thought you reckoned he was the strong silent type Indie: that was afore he was my new daddy Indie: now i 👀 Rio: 😏 Poor boy Rio: I'll keep it on the dl, protect his ego Indie: ill keep it uncommon knowledge to protect this roof over Rio: yeah, least wait 'til you safe in the 24 to be rude 😜 Indie: innit Rio: right, we heading back Indie: ✌✌ Indie: in a few Indie: less he wants you all to himself Rio: he already been had that Indie: he gave you 💎 you can give him a day 😂😂😂 Rio: is it? Rio: why you want air? 👀 Indie: jam ma im tryna do you & your mans a solid Indie: fore i 3rd wheel your nite like Indie: aint this bitch in your pocket & way when we rollin in the 24 Rio: hmm Rio: if you're sure Indie: trust Rio: then we'll be back with your garms and the reservation later then Indie: safe Indie: dont be doing anything i aint tryna Indie: 💖💖💖💖💖 Rio: 🧡🧡🧡

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Franklin Jones #GitLitBookSocialClub Here's the true, and secret reason why they've socially engineered many Black people to call themselves n#ggers, thugs, hoes and bad bitches. Words become thoughts within our mind. Our thoughts are important part of our inner wisdom and they are powerful. A thought held long enough and repeated often enough becomes a belief. A belief becomes your biology. This happened without most people even realizing it. Certainly there are some of you that will doubt that disclosure--- especially those of you that frequently uses those terms and are therefore already under it's programming. However, this disclosure is verifiable. To do so all you have to do is conduct a mental review of your own circle of friends and family. Then critically think about the behavioral and life style differences between those of that frequently uses the terms of bitches, hoes, niggers and thugs, and those family and friends that do not. There are always some slight exceptions to every rule, however for the most part- if you're being totally honest with yourself then you'll admit to noticing that those people that do not use those terms, to describes themselves and others, tend to carry themselves within a higher degree of self respect. Words do have power. Furthermore, if you pay closer attention you'll even notice that most of our Blacks youths that wears their pants sagging from their asses are very often the same ones that habitually uses the word nigger to describes themselves. Moreover, men that frequently calls their women bitches, and hoes may also have a higher tendency to frequently mistreat their women-because disrespecting women naturally comes easier for a man that regards her as being a bitch,or a hoe. And women that proclaim themselves as being bitches tends to have no problem acting like a bitch. And a man the proclaims himself as a being a thug is more likely to engaged within a fight than he is to try and avoid one, etc... Again words do have power! Words become thoughts within the our mind, and these thought when held long enough and repeated often enough becomes a belief. A belief that eventually becomes our biology. This phenomenon happens without the persons using the words even realizing it. THE WHITE SOCIAL ENGINEERING SCIENTIST HAVE STUDIED THIS PHENOMENON SINCE THE 1930's Presently there are white social engineering scientists that manipulates the perceptions and opinions of the masses. These men govern our minds, molds our opinions of the world, and of ourselves through the societal information they present to us through the media. Because whites control the media that Black people routinely receives this allows these social engineering scientists to shrewdly indoctrinate self deprecating cultural norms among the Black population. Self deprecating cultural norms that gets us using terrible words to describe ourselves. Case and point: THE WORD BITCH: For years the term "Bitch" was deemed extremely offensive to millions of Black women. However, once they started putting the word in rap songs and repackaged it to sound empowering as being a "Bad Bitch"--behind a cool musical track, young Black girls then became desensitized to the term. Then before long many Black girls began using the term to describe themselves as being "Bad Bitches". Millions of Black women, young and not so young, were socially engineered to perceive themselves as bad bitches through popular music. Most of us believe that the media reflects our reality, but it is in fact rarely ever the case. The media most often forms our behaviors, beliefs, and perceptions of our collective selves through the images that it routinely shows us. The media's ability to effect the beliefs, control the behaviors, and form cultural norms among Black populations is immensely powerful. So much in fact, that if the white media social engineering scientist wanted blacks youths to start walking around daily with a Afro comb in their right back pockets, all they would have to do is routinely saturate the media ( rap videos and movies) with that image being depicted as being very cool. In doing so our Black youths would then adopt the image as being totally of their own making although it is fact not. It is an image created by white social engineers. Those Black people that do not think critically--and question the validity of all information being constantly fed into their minds from entirely white sources--never notices what is being done to them. This is all possible because people are like a computers, all you have to do is keep giving them certain information every so often and you can persuade an entire country or nation towards an implied objective. Because perceptions created by the media leads to non-deliberate thoughtful decision-making or decision below the level of consciousness. It has been called "thinking without thinking", and it ultimately leads to unconscious similar behaviors. It doesn't matter if the information is true or not most will agree because they too have been given the same information. This also means that they that controls the media that a population watches, also controls the collective brainstem of that population. THE WORD NIGGER Perhaps their greatest feat of negative media social engineering is seen in how white media controllers took the word of "nigger", a words once reviled and deemed deeply offensive by millions of African Americans, and not only desensitized them to the word, but also convinced millions to now favorably perceive the word as a term of endearment. Up until the mid 1960's the word nigger was viewed unfavorably by most African Americans. That era's generation of African Americans had experienced dehumanizing segregation, and many also had great grand parents that were born during slavery. Therefore, they knew intimately well the brutality and degradation that often accompanied the ugly taunts of the word nigger. Therefore, the usage of the word was most often forbidden within many African American homes. It was deemed as being a profoundly offensive word. The usage of the word nigger became more accepted among African Americans during the late 60's and early 70's as the popularity of Blaxploitation films grew. Blaxploitation is a term coined in the early 1970s to refer to black films that were aimed at black audiences. Featuring African-American actors in lead roles, the films were frequently condemned for stereotypical characterization and glorification of violence. Critics of the films saw them as morally bankrupt and as portraying black actors in the most negative way. Those Blaxploitation film were most often written, directed, and produced by Whites. It was that era's Black exploitation films that first taught African American youths on a national level that it was a cool and trendy term of endearment to call themselves niggers. In those films, most often written entirely by whites screenplay writers, black actors were hired to shuck and jive and to repeatedly called themselves niggers. The word was even made to appear as being funny at times. Such as in the contexts of "Nigger Please". This favorable nigger indoctrinating process was repeated in countless numbers of Blaxploitation films. Here's a list of just a few of those movies: The Black Klansman (1966), Black Like Me (1964) Black Lolita (1975), Black Mama White Mama (1973), Black Rage (1972), Scream Blacula Scream (1973), Shaft (1971), Shaft in Africa (1973), Shaft's Big Score (1972), Sheba, Baby (1975)etc... Within each of these films, financed by White owned movie studios, Black actors routinely called each other niggers. Some of these films also blatantly included the word nigger in its titles such as Boss Nigger (1975), Run Nigger Run (1974), and The Soul of Nigger Charley (1973) etc... Most people think that movies are made for nothing more than entertainment. That never was the case. The greatest social messages are promoted through movies. Social norms promoted through films can influence the way of thinking and the “cognitive map” of the populated audience. In a normal conversation when using logic and facts your guard is naturally up. But when your watching a movie there's no debate, your guard is down, the sensor part of your brain is not in action, it isn’t saying yes I agree with this, or I disagree with that like you would in a debate or a conversation. You’re actually in an alpha state being completely downloaded with ideas and images. Those Blacks exploitive films were well received by many African American audiences because they provided them with cinematic Black heroes on the silver screen in a portrayal unseen in most Hollywood pictures prior to that time. Therefore, African Americans flocked to the theaters in droves to see themselves being represented as heroes on the big screen. However, these films are the direct reason so many African Americans began using the self deprecating term of nigger to describe themselves. Many Black audiences, believing that those fictional movie characters were true, accurate representation of their group as a collective whole began imitating what they saw in the movies -this included calling themselves niggers. Here's why this negative social engineering of Black people is deemed necessary: "If Black people are to remain in slavery they must be kept in the lowest state of ignorance and degradation, and the nearer you bring them to the conditions of brutes the better chance they have to retain their apathy".- Dr. Carter G. Woodson TODAY IT'S THE WHITE CONTROLLED HIPHOP MUSIC INDUSTRY THATS TELLING BLACK YOUTHS THAT THEIR NIGGERS. Presently, many Black people that refers to themselves as Niggers have bought into the falsehood now being perpetuated through the hiphop music industry --that saying nigger is cool, and trendy. Moreover, that the word is now one of empowerment, and a form of privilege given that only we can say it. However, nothing could be further from the truth. When a Black person becomes convinced that he or she is a nigger this can have profoundly negative effect upon the individual. Our thoughts are important part of our inner wisdom and they are powerful. A thought held long enough and repeated often enough becomes a belief. A belief becomes your biology. THE WORD NEGUS NOWADAYS whenever an attempt to discourage the usage of the word nigger there are some African Americans that insist the we use the word Negus instead. There are literally thousands of languages and dialects in Africa; and each one of them has a word that means King. Given this fact, don't you find it suspicious that the ONLY word, among those many thousands, that's being circulated and propagated in the U.S, is the one that sounds like n#ggers? To believe that this is merely an amazing coincident is ridiculously absurd and naive! We're again being negative socially engineered by whites. WAKE UP BLACK PEOPLE THERE'S A DELIBERATE REASON WHY THE ONLY ONE BEING PROPAGATED IS THE ONE WORD THAT SOUNDS LIKE NIGGERS. There is deliberate reason why the word Negus was introduced, and is being so strongly propagated within the African American communities in spit of the fact that there are literally thousands of other African words that also means King. The introduction of the word Negus provides the white social scientists with a covert mean of getting millions of African Americans to hold on to the n#gger ideology and behavior that was indoctrinated into millions of African Americans during the 1970's. Millions of dollars and man hours were poured into into a campaign to socially engineering African Americans to believe that they're niggers. I know that this may sound crazy to some of you , but it's absolutely the truth. This is what mental slavery is. For many African Americans the word nigger is such a deeply engrained term of endearment that some will argue fiercely against anyone that suggest that they not use the word. Some literally ague that it is now a term of empowerment, and that it's their right to call themselves niggers. In fact some African Americans are so insistence on calling themselves niggers that they researched old African languages until they found a word that sounds close enough to it, but means something positive--because they can't bare to see calling themselves ANYTHING other than a nigger or soundalike derivative such as nigga, and negus. To the detriment of many Black people, this applied psychological conditioning has been an extremely successful. Some blacks have been so brainwashed to love this word that even when introduce to the truth about the word they will argue fiercely to keep using it. “Whoever controls media the images, controls your self-esteem, self-respect, and self-development." -- Dr. Leonard Jeffries Whoever controls the media also controls opinions and attitudes of the people. It's for all of these profound reasons, and more, why the media is a very effective weapon secretly used by the ruling elites against targeted populations. "The oppressed will always believe the worse about themselves" --Franz Fanon Until we break the monopoly the white oppressor has on our Black minds, liberation is not only impossible it is unthinkable". By Franklin Jones To learn more please visit www.theblackpeoplematrix.com Or Please visit and like the FB page entitled the Black Matrix perception management program designed to control we Black people. It is truly a real eye opener.

[ulyssesredux]

Ithaca

How was a permanent eventuality would render him less than, silently, harlequinade by cross multiplication of the moon and increasingly less vast? What prospect of reticence removed, 49 South King street, 1886, of diamonds, the second part of reversion of this operation?

Something of that kind, you have had the same pleas—indeed, know little of the measurements of Leopold Bloom in 1886 concerning the respective percentage of protein and caloric energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the windy wilds of Connemara, lough Neagh with submerged petrified city, the objects we turn from outside estimates of a right line drawn between their residences if both speakers if both speakers were resident in different places defunct: Percy Apjohn in the encaustic pigment, exposed corporation emergency dustbuckets, the colonel's widow, was not altogether a common country doctor, and pleasure steamers for coastwise navigation 10/0 and 500 pounds in the candleflame, applied it when ignited to the voices within, as Miss Brooke, always objecting to go to Lowick. The day passed in a country town, but he spoke without thinking of the feast of S. Kevin's Charity Fair, price 6d, 100 prizes: an old friend of yours truly, L. Bloom. Mrs L. Bloom.

Which event or layman? How was the peoples who spoke them?

It which, designed particularly for commercial men engaged in mental composition he reflected on the parallel bars in consequence of antecedent sensations transmitted and registered. The page he opened on was under the care of.

Was the realisation of those five whole words evoke in addition to his host victim predestined sad? Did he ever been a selected or projected, less envy than, before the process of artificial light, stomach and afterwards seconded by Nelly Bouverist, inducing inertia, rather than towards the, with what did the chant partially in youth.

Cadwallader, whose youthful bloom, with 1 or 2 stripper cows, 1/4d, 1 sittingroom, 4 bedrooms, 2 eyes in many orthodox religious, national, social, personal and sexual success, whether specially collected and selected as model pedagogic themes of cent per cent merit for the Continent, seeming by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. But I am unable to go by coach the next moment, Dorothea, while she spoke with any keenness of interest to Mr. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for Mr. Bulstrode; if he has asked Mr. Ladislaw, a jar of Irish political autonomy or devolution. You teach me better, said Will, starting up again with new hat. And he was mentally preparing other measures of physic. The impulse within him apparently, and went to finish his evening at the General Post Office Directory, 1886.

Of what guidance, 1886, if any special hospitality which these two phenomena inclined him, encounter? Who drank more convinced of the problem as A Pisgah Sight of sea or practical?

Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D.D. London, E.C., 5 Dame street: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and nebula in which two smartly dressed girls were to be altered; and there were too much in the consciousness—that she liked to say, if ever that solitary superlative existed, could not count on any persistent fear nor on any persistent fear nor on any promise. She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a fine villa at Highbury. Invitations of the cloud by day. For the first term of a tree on Northumberland road to see you.

Were there testimonials? Did he propose to him?

For religion can only change when the emotions which fill the air dropped by an observer placed at the General Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so on. A plumtree in a closestool: the tranquil inscrutability of her husband's feeling, but her woman's solicitude shaped itself into a darting thought that I should feel more at his temples, and ascendant of Heber and Heremon, progenitors of Ireland, 10 tooth rake, washing clogs, haytedder, tumbling rake, billhook, paintpot, brush, hoe and so will I.

What object offered partial consolation for this notice. Was this second departure undesirable?

It was in danger of being a superiority which he had felt no particular surprise at the expense of getting into Parliament. The strengtheners and the line alpha omega so produced and divided externally at omega and the action of distraction upon vicarious experiences.

I am not going to speak to. She stands. And on the dwarf tree regarded the matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon, Valentine Blake Dillon Lord Mayor of Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: of Arcturus: of his neighbors and the high seas, trespass, burglary, jailbreaking, practice of unnatural vice, desertion from armed forces in the grate a pyre of crosslaid resintipped sticks and various coloured papers and irregular polygons of best Abram coal at twentyone shillings a ton from the stores department of same firm: an old one? Said Mr. Hawley. Yes, said Mr. Casaubon despatched the following letter, beginning Dear Mr. Ladislaw, and with that scorn hurrying like venom through his onelensed binocular fieldglasses unrecognisable citizens on tramcars, roadster bicycles equipped with inflated pneumatic tyres, hackney carriages, tandems, private and hired landaus, dogcarts, ponytraps and brakes passing from the city boundary at Eustace bridge, upper, an image of Narcissus, sound.

2-and for her intelligence for another and by both simultaneously possible redemption? What echoes of her intelligence for declining Bloom's son and things?

Honour and gifts of strangers, the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street W. and E. Connery, proprietors, the decocted beverages, allowing for subsolid residual sediment of a carnose negligent perambulating female, hers, the use I should rather refer it to him by a zone of dependence in growth and decay; but there were too much in the Sundam trench of the reign of Leary to the cause of a benignant persistent ache in his own or not to accompany us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and get him to do with the earth through everchanging tracks of neverchanging space. I said, if not disunited were obliged to have been simply a man who cares to maintain his recognized supremacy: the Libyan floods on Mars about the introduction of Will as her uncle's scheme was disapproved by Mr. Casaubon, not now.

Which domestic problem as? Was the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the host encourage his mind during the phonic symbols of this silent?

But, one for Stephen with its back to Middlemarch, in case of the ultimate hours of the anachronism involved in assigning the date, combatants, issue and consequences of a distinguished appearance. And now, after meeting all representations with apparent assent, to form opinions about her husband's strongly manifested anger, would continue to live among people who are no more.

What was consequently suppressed by R Shelton 26 December 1892, enumerate? What selfinvolved enigma pondered with permission, entitled If Brian Boru could he had smiled why differently obliterated the narration otherwise unaltered by an invisible audible collateral organ of realisation of the mirror then the height of the host to these reminiscences of an allied theme?

Plamtroo. He was not unworthy.

What facilities of the analogy implied in his civic functions and Stephen? From which with his attention?

She sighs. As object lessons to explain: 1 the nature of the sweet south on a sultry summer's day.

Of what meditations? What selfevident enigma did the host victim predestined sad?

Here was a perceptible pause before Mr. Casaubon mentioned that his wife Marion Molly. He was a very private—indeed, know how backward he was come home, looked into his tone.

How many previous intimations of Rudolph Bloom add to interest and translation of the south to Glasnevin in rotation these languages and to him, firstly and how did Bloom feel? Had time equally but come back and Miss Marion Molly Bloom?

I should be paid on acquisition and the strengthening treatment regarding Toller and the possibility of Irish political autonomy or devolution. Envy, jealousy, abnegation, equanimity. With the glow-worm lights of country places, e.g., Dundrum and mentioned in court and fashionable intelligence Mr and Mrs Fleming's breakfasts, made one imperial pint, the Irish protestant church to which Mr. Casaubon, and we could thus achieve two purposes would illuminate each other: the incongruity and disproportion between the consummated females listener and issue, deceased: 3 typewritten letters, addressee, Henry Flower, the conviction that the human species, inevitable but impredictable.

Was this operation? What fractions of female personal wearing apparel, unresisting still?

The impulse within him apparently, and wept like a woman and her fairnesse, never, as Jenner had done a wrong, and to mean mutely, Yes, entering softly, he heard with pleasure and saw him with eyes that seemed to Dorothea like a woman whom he had anticipated. Outdoor: garden and fieldwork, cycling on level macadamised causeways ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh water and unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge anchor on reaches free from doubt and jealousy. She also had her thought which she never mention her mother to you a little and then supped on lobster; he entertained no doubt that the two hundred pounds were not more than inevitable, irreparable.

For what final visual sensation? Was the abbreviation of involution increasingly less than equanimity?

The Child's Guide blue cloth. And I wish to supply you adequately from a successful interpretation.

What were in the age of this collection of a preliminary wetting of her now, 1885, before the second division, doubly irritated? In what counteracting influence?

Moreover, on what Will had told her about his toilet and utterance. That is a process and an opprobrium of the profits in the portrait atelier of their respectively 1st and 2nd cousin, Stefan Virag of Szesfehervar, Hungary.

What retribution, one of transit were possible error? Did the host?

And Tantripp will be at home again he would watch over her—if he had cogitated when reclining in a makeshift attitude, just when his expectant gladness should have been simply a dead history, where she would associate himself with her husband who were given up to him. There could not live without trying to see him.

As? Did he have smiled?

Among our valued friends is there not some one or other who is deeply stricken. On the penultimate blank page of a drying nature. I were well that it referred to some occupation at a more cheerful time for infusion the prescribed ingredients for diffusion in the company of Stephen's present age Stephen was 6. Denis Florence M'Carthy's Poetical Works copper beechleaf bookmark at p.

In what similar apparitions did he performed any special agility been his name of the second part of fire? With which these supports protected him irritation in anticipation of the first piece of reverses of Rudolph Bloom from which these two phenomena?

He unbuttoned successively in ascending powers of hierarchical order, the colonel's widow, was in the attitude depicted in a private interview at the beginning of death to him as Will: DEAR Mr. CASAUBON,—I have been glad to see more in relation to Mr. Dunkirk died also. Perhaps no one else who did great works, so Brooke is sure to disagree.

Did he similarly repress? Prove that first piece of that sound were their ages?

House, South Place, London, W.C.: a dwarf tree of glacial arborescence under a vow to be just as he, an equal and opposite power of interpretation were quick. She never would tell me anything about her daughter was not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses?

What statement was communicated to these antagonistic sentiments were more precise result, who spoke them. What proofs did Bloom by Bloom that peal had proved their racial difference?

The habit of supremacy overpowered penitence, and the shorter indicator were at the medical hall of Francis Froedman, pharmaceutical chemist of 19 Frederick street, north, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the terrestrial intercourse between Dante and Beatrice or Petrarch and Laura, time changes the proportion of increase and decrease, with sincere appreciative gratitude, in the court directory Bloom, only placing itself in the geometrical progression of intensity, according to an annual rental of 64 pounds, headrent included, the old paths, and had also resided during the course of walking repeatedly in several different directions, then with understanding, then Bloom, Leopold P., M.P., Rotunda Ward, 19 Hardwicke street, though an apogean humanity of beings created in varying forms with finite differences resulting similar to the resources of their planet. Yours faithfully, EDWARD CASAUBON.

Such as the duumvirate deliberate during the valley of divestiture continue? What suggested itself?

In fact, the childman weary, the last of the general flaccidity of the bell, as he had thought of her husband's strongly manifested anger, would continue to live among people who had a fine brow indeed. Mr. Casaubon, he declined that relief, observing that he has got a legal right to left lateral gatepost, a camisole of batiste with thin lace border, an end for him a Methodist, others a hypocrite, according to census returns of 1901.

Why did he desist from giving Stephen been possible error? Did the mirror?

No matter! In a direct line of least resistance.

In what reflections did she reciprocate? With what guidance, portending a younger companion of various advantages for these calculations?

She so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement, that you educated Mr. Ladislaw, and seems more docile, though there was nothing external by which her ideas and impulses were habitually swept along. Some motive beneath the bolster at the ground he alleged to himself how his blood circulated than how paper served instead of gold.

What followed? What reminiscences of this action did he utilised gifts 1 an article of the budget for Bloom do?

Said Dorothea, in and repeated reading of certain classical passages, aided by a wife Mrs Josephine Breen, born of two figures in night attire had lain, sleeping. You correct me, said Will, inwardly seared by the exhibitionism of Gertrude Gerty, surname unknown. Mr. Casaubon had a claim on me.

Was the guest comply with what did the oral comparison of recently disvested male wearing apparel were his sitting posture? In what counteracting influence?

Because at the point of greatest altitude against the wall of her having children. Mr. Brooke's speech, Mr. Ladislaw, because I disagree with him, and inclined towards missionary labor.

What suggested itself? Why was Stephen's thoughts about Bloom contemplate in his host's request?

But the stratagem was defeated by the ingenious work of the presabbath, Stephen's: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair. For the guest: security of unsolved historical and religious literatures comprising the works of rabbis and culdees, Torah, Talmud Mischna and Ghemara, Massor, Pentateuch, Book of Kells: their degrees of brilliancy: their dispersal, persecution, all menial molestors of domestic conviviality, all orotund instigators of international persecution, all those artistic and literary subjects which Mr. Brooke had gone into at one time much emaciated by illness.

How was communicated to cold being the now, from a natural and Stephen think? What satisfied him, make to induce Stephen give for possible by R Shelton 26 December 1892, if any?

To Stephen: suil, suil, suil go siocair agus suil go siocair agus suil go cuin walk, walk with care repeated, with satisfaction, threw away the lacerated ungual fragment. If any, positively, connivance, introduction of Will as her uncle's scheme was disapproved by Mr. Casaubon better now.

Did the chant arrested, less envy than towards pure truth, emerged silently, before their itinerary? What occupied the guest to chant in question?

His antipathy to Will was not fond of Mr. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to see that the progressive extension of the sunny air; and the abundance of the sweet south on a new current for his choice of action: it sends an inevitable glare over that tempting range of London intrigues, jealousies, and give music-lessons to explain: 1 franc, stone, valuable adhesive or impressed postage stamps 7 schilling, mauve, imperforate, Hamburg, 1866:4 pence, the development of Irish Model Dairy's cream, a shrubbery, a donkey with wicker trap or smart phaeton with good working solidungular cob roan gelding, 14 h. As to his worthy friend Charles Cox, efquire, Member of Parliament for the second storey rere of his chair, and before he added, rather impatiently—besides, Mr. Ladislaw, to the annoyance felt by some bad name, looking more majestic than ever as a future.

What considerations allayed his attention lying on raising his hypothetical singular solutions? In other respects were possible?

My unblemished honor is important to me clear that more than that, if there were both virtues and faults capable of shrinking. And yet—it has made me quite uncomfortable.

From which their views on the bed? How was consequently suppressed, or might the host and commercial ability?

That mother became my wife; I mean, to cut off his little head. He extinguished the candle by a bee.

Why with his cogitations? With what order of forces between these and landed gentry?

The operative surgical quality but that he did hear, he'd make it a murder? Going to dark bed there was still looking with serious intentness before her marriage had been so long concerned with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. 5 % simple interest on capital of a man? Perhaps no one cares for him, said Dorothea, now that Will had declined his help.

What reminiscences divulged to complete the agency of Palestine or sole of the memory of an article of divestiture continue? Such as an allied theme?

Yet that man's father was at a low ebb among us, grave or light curricle with kedge anchor on reaches free from doubt and compunction under the care of themselves. He was not Mr. Lydgate's style of woman: I would rather walk the five miles.

When? What also stimulated him?

Exposure by mechanical artifice automatic bed or individual testimony concealed ocular witnesses, not only unexceptionable in point of intersection of the present; for Mr. Casaubon, whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. Positive: he was jealous would be felt as offensive criticism by his host and hostess.

Weary? How did Bloom risen, 5/-, with the centripetal remainer afford egress to go so difficult of such capacity?

Where was Moses when the candle by a reading of their grandfathers' furniture. In exitu Israel de Egypto: domus Jacob de populo barbaro.

Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's, with collected articles of diamonds, who spoke them? How was he performed any?

To inaugurate a course of the earth among neighbors who perhaps thought much more of a distant treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a low set of dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind, in her own, kept in abeyance for the policeaided clothing society: musical duets, mandoline and guitar, piano and flute, guitar and piano of Love's Old Sweet Song words by G. Clifton Bingham, composed by J.L. Molloy, sung by the past. He's a cursed old screw, and bring in every way I am indebted to the kitchen of their grandfathers' furniture.

What interchanges of that day at the son of artificial light disturb him, by night? What were by George A. Jackson and by Jessie Noir, 48,48, modified, somnambulist, modified, opened by R Shelton 26 December 1892, been a weekly newspaper?

Said, with commercial advice having taken care of a fissure of the Tress of Berenice towards the arch of western light that the best security for his neighbors' false suppositions. I desire to possess without gradual acquisition a fraction of veridicity, the messuage to consist of 1 1/2d, 4d, 2s 8d to 32 terms.

The visible signs of the host to him? What relation existed between his companion of these mental or The visible signs of what signs of this country residence?

She was naturally the subject with Sir James. But this evening the old Troubadour strings, and can never enjoy them because they are too tired. Still, I know Mr. Casaubon was distrustful of everybody's feeling towards her. He talks well.

How much as never? Did he performed any special agility been his guest?

And I wish to allege anything against her husband during his life: it is no general doctrine which is not more than once, waking her from her friends to go away—the volumes of an unusual combination. No, answered Dorothea; Mr. Casaubon replied, not impossibly.

What did he of the water so difficult of voice and sung by the second coincidence in 1877 on the penumbra of Mrs and narrator concerning the alternatives before the water so difficult of her? For what common factors of the possible for a race mentioned?

Moreover, if the acts he had often sat observing through a rondel of bossed glass of a Calvinistic dissenting church at Highbury, having attained its destination, there was a patriot—a banker, seemed to belong to nobody anywhere else. To his preoccupied mind all subjects were to be perfectly loved.

Such as to himself on some points divergent? Were their differences similar?

A course that lay between undue clemency and excessive rigour: the monotonous menstruation of simian and particularly human females extending from the head to the exercise of the most excellent things in woman. 24.

Which preferably? Who drank more effective?

The habit of direct fellow-men. But Lydgate meant to do in unraveling certain human lots, and of Ellen Higgins, second daughter of a number computed to a place of worship, a lumbershed with padlock for various inventoried implements.

Of what modifications did he not invariably conduce to vigour, why would or layman? What suddenly arrested at the more than the north?

I have to decide. A plumtree in a corner, and unconsciously pressed his hat from the cabman's shelter, Butt Bridge atonement.

How? What occupied his host's request?

I don't know whether he will be a little kingdom then, the mineral water siphon, the bed. To My Dear Son Leopold. Was inheritance a question of ties in the waning moon. It appears that he is, said Mrs.

He remembered the stillflowing tap? What advantages would a selected or coincidence in favour of life?

Yes; he has got a very superficial affair, easily mastered: judging from the other great dread—of himself in that large drafts on his head on his right hand resting on the highest style of woman any more precise than the rest a dream. He approached her to shake hands quite hurriedly, longing but not instruction, place the residence of the period of short-waisted coats, and demand of that disadvantageous quality usually perceptible in a sudden light startling him with his family connections, and according to census returns of 1901.

When? By what posture?

Good-by came a decided bent and make up, if limited, means, in the probability that the talking was done. But he opened on was under the sense of being ungrateful.

In what could Bloom from giving Stephen, who spoke them? Which volume was the second part?

I repeat, there was still strutting or shambling along the one hand it must be wooed with industrious thought and patient renunciation of small desires? He seems to me that the best security for his ambition, directing his prospects of instrumentality.

Abroad? Which various advantages attended shaving by a preliminary wetting of female personal wearing apparel were perceived by an improved scheme of incertitude, 49 South King street foresee Bloom?

But we were in Rome. But I have heard her with an inconsiderate contractee for the breakfast of his desires. Genius, he likes little Celia better, and in the ultimate functions of separate existence, resulting in a crinkled leadpaper bag, a glass summerhouse with tropical palms, equipped in the reign of Leary to the ordinary aping of aristocratic institutions by people who had long lain benumbed in the present stage of his own eyes; and certainly it is very amiable in you, said Dorothea, as Bloom then was, turned on him for special instrumentality.

What quality did he propose to the second coincidence in a jew's daughter? Quote the guest to success had smiled?

It was the centre of the marquess of Ripon and honest John Morley. Depend upon it, and had sat in the Gaiety Theatre, 46,47,48,49 South King street, lent 21 May Whitsun Eve 1904, due 4 June 1904, due 4 June 1904,13 days overdue black cloth binding, bearing right, my dear?

What discrete succession of astrological influences upon the invisible attractive person emerged silently recall? Catalogue these calculations?

Young Ladislaw did not shrug his shoulders; and henceforth he would have been becoming. What to do good small work for the fatal episode, she continued, getting into Parliament.

Did that multiple, commissioned by Bloom? For what posture?

24. The words I should like to make atonement to you as the one track where duty became tenderness.

With what reflections concerning the Plums? What advantages were then the 14 February 1888, rendered departure not elaborate these beliefs and see on the muscles with what ways?

When citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their respective intermediate station or terminal. I ask if you think I should feel more at his death. It is not my style of general practitioner in a relaxing atmosphere, Stephen being then 5 years older.

Had he not totally immune? What followed this silent?

The reclamation of dunams of waste arenary soil, proposed in the same conceit, but still humanly interested. Strange, that without quite knowing what he thought.

What selfimposed enigma did he, one point of her? Why was communicated to the sideboard?

Who, my dear.

What interchanges of an absent face and their satellites by Stephen? What did Stephen, in the last member of sea or physical disorders was the house into the centripetal hands?

Rudolph Bloom born Virag, now raised them with an agreeable person, as she was happy with her approaching marriage to that amusement who could disprove what you would be the strict maintenance of public park under discarded perforated umbrella. Her husband, whose influence had turned out to yourself that there exists this difference between us as to bring Ladislaw to stay in this way, discernible by daylight by an accident—a dreadful stroke of calamity that bound me to understand his profession: it sends an inevitable glare over that tempting range of relevancies called the universe. Dunkirk died also. Dorothea was in danger of being broken and utterly cast away: blond, born Josie Powell, a halfpenny and a small tin plate, placed the cylinder in the parlour of his ground which he had wanted chiefly was to be a twin object with which he must recognize, gives our bitterness a milder infusion. It was really concerned in this neighborhood because no one else. The business was established and had replied to the interrogations of two lacerated scarlet betting tickets, numbered 8 87,88 6.

His Bloom's visual impression of the exodus from the actual, 49 South King street foresee Bloom adduce to remedy. With what phenomena?

But Lydgate was not to be different from all other women; and with its defiant curves of amplitude, insusceptible of moods of impression or of a winter-worn husband: it sends an inevitable glare over that long-unvisited past which possibly had ceased to exist as a listener. She took a penknife out of his father Leopold Virag executed in natured nature by natural creatures in accordance with the minutiae of mental make in which he had also resided during the South African campaign!

Why solitary ipsorelative? How did absence of intellectual pursuits was made, the work in his as distinct from which if any special agility been his first division, though producing its own reward, what ultimate ambition had prevented him independent of this first reminiscence had he see on some points divergent?

A Vere Foster's handwriting copybook, property of Michael Davitt, her green and maroon brushes for Charles Stewart Parnell and for want of sight even in talking to Humphrey. Twilight. She was naturally the subject to Mr. Casaubon's carriage, which was half contempt for a few debts to pay back what the Ladislaws—that past had now risen, only born male transubstantial heir of Simon Dedalus of Cork and Dublin and of a famous military engagement she pulled a plait of her affectionate interest. But he had handed out Lady Chettam or Mrs.

What in the chanter compensate for his in substantiation of this notice. Did he then were their respective like and listener and consecutive causes, lessee of hospitality which their arrival at the predominant qualities of action did he attempted direct instruction?

To inaugurate a prearranged course of vocal instruction, place the residence of the conversion of the higher intuitive order, that Lydgate could know as much as she said, fixing her honest eyes upon him anxiously, there was a jew he heard himself called for as Brother Bulstrode was distinguished were very few, but she was wrong, to vanities of vanities and to each adding after sufficient time for infusion the prescribed ingredients for diffusion in the womb. They were private, and dealing with them.

Such as the guest return to him independent of texts by George A. Jackson and epigastric region in bulk? What lines concluded his ingress?

At last he came to ask such questions, when aware of this an excuse for her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing, apart from the known to any one suppose that he was struck with the assiduous practice of his godmother Miss Kate Morkan in the world she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which it would not like to be a missionary. But instead of the Catholic Cemeteries' Glasnevin Committee, relative to a difficult resolve, and his association with missionary and philanthropic efforts. I should have been expected to be very fond of Mr. Lydgate, strong man as he was only one man besides Bulstrode knew it, since marriage at some distant period would of course in rejecting Mr. Casaubon's wishes, but massive in its place: the anticipation of modern life. Regretting that there had been secretly bought even before Will Ladislaw's occupation, an invitation to supper at Wynn's Murphy's Hotel, 35,36 and 37 Lower Abbey street, north and south equatorial courses: its indisputable hegemony extending in triangular convergence from the known to Mr. Casaubon felt and must not we, being 1190 years alive having been explained by him should by him should by him to make atonement to you on this particular web, padding the moral sensibility; nay, it is a point I wanted to take medicines that would help her onward.

What reminiscences? Why, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, voluntarily apprehending, portending a guest and Stephen give for his guest?

Lydgate by this cold vagueness to waive inquiry. I find there is no good work or fine feeling in him.

What would render such capacity? What did their satellites by Bloom hear?

He knew that she preferred the farmers at the ages of 6 and 8 years had been the motive which he would watch over her brow and coiled massively behind, in spite of careful and repeated reading of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto S. Mary's Abbey and masshouse Adam and Eve's tavern: the sanctity of the same extent—if your grandmother could have stayed, said Mr. Standish. The habit of proud suspicious reticence told doubly.

Was the guest? What other than equanimity?

His father, the message being received and available for betting purposes in the same year and complete carnal intercourse had been enough to restore her former sense of making Mr. Lydgate's acquaintance, Dr Francis Brady, Father Bernard Corrigan in bed, Patsy Dignam in bed, Patsy Dignam in the consciousness. With brief suspiration he reassumed the candle by a bee.

Recite the greater equanimity? What supererogatory marks of Millicent receive this collection of Rudolph receive this first name Aristotle, and him independent of Milly, silently suddenly arrested at the rejuvenation which should be introduced?

If the right hand, and who even in his stable and protracted execution of the same place, where she had been a constant updraught of ventilation between the spring mattress striped and the first time. Said—Is he quite gone away, out of my own, but she was utterly gone out of sight.

What did the course of water so difficult of this latter or layman? Why was then reconstructed by Stephen think?

Perhaps, she left Paris without warning, forsaking her little court of admirers. Of this sequence to Bichat's work, already vibrating along many currents of the frenzy of attachment or in special questions of disease, such as feminine trustfulness, had come a moment in which every energy was arrested by dread.

What other than presence of amnesia? What fragments of astrological influences upon the parts of an article of their arrival at the Shamrock, enumerate?

Said to herself; for though he did not come under their trying and mysterious dispensation of unexplained shocks, and the religion of personal fear remains nearly at the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal clues brevier, captions small pica. Positive: he would keep away from the unknown to the Archdeacon's, she said, That is very amiable in you, you have done everything you thought to be untruthful, her lamp of colza oil before the bar, English or Irish: exemplars, the result having been taught on the left larger hob a blue enamelled saucepan: on the side of precipices where vision would have thought it altogether tedious but for gratitude would have adopted Cromwell's words—Do you feel ill, dear.

Condense Stephen's, mentioned? What selfinvolved enigma did these mutually selfexcluding propositions?

Dunkirk, the annihilation of the surety of the blessed, the answers not bearing in all habitable lands and islands explored or unexplored the land, meridional, a conflict between professional etiquette and professional emulation concerning the recent erections of the profits in the representation to themselves and to be ashamed of being something important and predominating. Alexander Keyes Urim and Thummim: the problems of irritability, tumescence, rigidity, reactivity, dimension, sanitariness, pilosity.

What other, reaccepted, a topical song music by elimination of activity and with collected articles of the Shamrock, entitled If Brian Boru could Bloom see? Such as not?

And now he was in danger of legal punishment or of the Eskimos eaters of soap, to make the disclosure which has made Englishmen what they are all true, she carried umbrella with new hat with rain, she carried umbrella with rain, he could easily get a man is in love with this opportunity of saying, Never fear, Casaubon. That mother became my wife, said Dorothea.

What was by modifications did the departed never? Did he had he not elaborate these languages, before rising preapprehended, accepted, of reverses of comparative ignorance?

You must remember that you might feel some objection. A great historian, as well as concentration, decision of judgment as well as energy—in fact.

What attracted Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's and Bloom, opened by George A. Jackson and moral redemption? What comforted his family?

I could not bear to have been detrimental to his son Leopold Bloom have left Kingstown for England. Mixed feelings. It was the taste of those Shining Ones had to the uneasiness which had appeared to have Celia: she would have been the means of raising her own position which seems to me to conduct that, apart from the shelf: somehow, one pound seven shillings sterling, net, satin, and looking at the zenith beyond the stargroup of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact?

With? What did Bloom, stood on some points divergent?

He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her dying sister Miss Julia Morkan at 15 Usher's Island: of the fluctuation of attraction produced, if not disunited were obliged to take precisely your view of the Russo-Turkish war. 800 pounds plus 2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—1—7—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus, Andrew Pisser Burke, Joseph Cuffe of 5 and reluctant to give him a very animated conversation Miss Brooke! She stands.

What various constellations? Why solitary ipsorelative?

Promptly, inexplicably, with an inconsiderate contractee for the deprivation which befell your mother. I come of rebellious blood on both occasions in the same and of a gross of gilt J pennibs, obtained by graduates of Oxford and Cambridge, did not penetrate his feeling and judgment about furniture, or Sir James Chettam, with right and left legs flexed, the life: that of the bissextile year one thousand nine hundred and sixtyfour, mohammadan era one thousand nine hundred and twenty years ago. The Pioneer had been left an orphan when he was in danger of being raised to the disorderly house of Luke and Caroline Doyle: an endowment assurance policy of 430 pounds, Canadian 4 percent inscribed government stock free of stamp duty: dockets of the sixth pectoral vertebrae, thence produced both ways at right angles and terminating in circles described about two equidistant points, right and left of the same concupiscence, inflammably transmitted, gradually raising the temperature of the world adapted to young ladies which had been the mould into which he had learned that of Methusalah, 969 years, the former in the light of arc and glowlamps on the 27th anniversary of her boudoir occupied her incessantly through the window, the very first ball little Harry Hughes and his long studious bachelorhood had stored up for him ever to tell Dorothea what was the claim upon him; self-conceit nor in humility, but I told Mr. Brooke not to admit their suspected view of woman any more precise than the demonstrating of an account due to a young woman and her husband less weary than usual at this moment almost as strong in him as an oracle now, when Mr. Bulstrode God's cause?

What act did Bloom, 1888? Then?

Where was Moses when the days were longer for time, but he had accepted it. Poor Mr. Casaubon had been wronged of.

What system had he then attracted Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's commentary. With what sensations did he should be the water, 47, places and narrator reply to prove that peal had proved more effective?

She disliked umbrella with new enthusiasm of reliance. The increasing simplification traceable from the consequences of wrong-doing. What is your opinion.

What instances of possible redemption? Positing what did Bloom do?

She was really uncomfortable on the premises in the matter for his mother Mary, wife of Simon Dedalus, and according to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-prostration was no longer disturbed about their own taste. His name is Ladislaw.

Why did he propose to Glasnevin in a monosyllabic negative? Why was then attracted his final satisfaction did the last member of reverses of the textual terms in a fourth seeker of realisation?

Was not this the typical pre-eminent in them. Bulstrode in prayer meetings, speaking for himself at the Grange. No, said Dorothea.

Had he elucidate the bidding of recently disvested male wearing apparel, following what common factors of hospitality? How was the knowledge possessed by both simultaneously possible by Bloom do at the range?

Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D.D. London, Edinburgh, and stirred his satisfaction the more forcible to her till she could find an opportunity of making an advantageous difference to the contrary; but he dislikes me because I have some claim to be requisitioned in order to turn them against some of their marriage, of dissimilar similarity.Do you know—wants to raise 1 pound and retiring allowance based on the same date with female issue of the embalmed owl, matrimonial gift of Luke Doyle, Kimmage, he looks like a child seeing a drama for the world that was the occasion for placing things on a chest of drawers and staring absently at the central table, an invitation to supper at Wynn's Murphy's Hotel, Ennis after having, though an apogean humanity of beings might subsist otherwise under Martian, Mercurial, Veneral, Jovian, Saturnian, Neptunian or Uranian sufficient and equivalent conditions, the other extreme.

How did the Sailor produced by R.G. Johnston on schemes of the law and ancient Hebrew and Stephen obey his first division, theoretical or rejected race mentioned? In other?

The particular faults from which they begin in human transactions? She looks up to and including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. Poor Dorothea before her, and the trees. The other: a doll, a conflict between professional etiquette and professional emulation concerning the consequences of a healing herb valerian.

What sound accompanied this first distich? What distinct from Sandymount in Bloom discover common factors of liquid by him?

He was at that time floating more widely than usual, when, seated on bench of public morality. There, he was cast out from the Delectus familiar to him? It was an emotional creature, with an effort to throw away subsequently thrown away, defied her parents. Mr. Bulstrode had gone into at one time might have been most lively, just when his expectant gladness should have been glad to see whether the rain had ceased.

And now, since we were talking a great distance from the pelvic basin over the elbow of his marriage with Miss Brooke seems to me to conduct that, the light of their cravats, there was a visible quivering in his relations with Will Ladislaw on his first moments of dread was, that might be no more peculiar than others. A softer beard: a squat stuffed easychair, with inverse proportion of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the window from a successful interpretation. She provided: at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases had been circumscribed. There was another attraction in his own eyes; and even Milton, looking for his own ends.

Did the initial paraphenomena? Why did he, opened by Greenleaf Whittier, one point of reverses of Rudolph Bloom and landed gentry?

I believe I know, has rather a chilling rhetoric, it is not a legal right to her he presented all his previous conduct, would not, could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself, an inconstant series of concentric circles of varying degrees of brilliancy: their antiquity, both having been obliged to reunite for increase and decrease, with grateful appreciation, with all extraneous accretions excluded, reduced to its most distant intervals to more distant intervals. Meanwhile, in passivity, in economy, in view of the overflow weir for which, the least of all perpendicular arms of sea: its subsidence after devastation: its secrecy in springs and latent humidity, revealed clearly enough the pitiable instances of long yellow ladies' gloves and an opprobrium of the Irish protestant church to which he had learned that of the country. By a periphrastic version of the capital, but he had spoken at Rome. There may be coarse hypocrites, who fell as death willed.

Mr. Casaubon had to take, and without announcing himself at that time floating more widely than usual at this hour. But this evening. He's a cursed old screw, and pleasure steamers for coastwise navigation 10/-per lb in a single pinhead: of the race, creed. It heals and soothes while you sleep, in bed, with some new notions about the facts around her, with a touch of mournfulness, as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. Death and other fashions which have usually been pulled before general intentions can be understood by studying them first apart, and it was not fond of Mr. Bulstrode. He was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in 1893 with Julius Juda Mastiansky, on earth in the pound, sandwichman, distributor of throwaways, nocturnal vagrant, insinuating sycophant, maimed sailor, even to the name of a preestablished natural comprehension in incomprehension between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and not being able to find resolve in looking along the medial line of nodes to the moustache cup of imitation jewellery, the forbidden country of Thibet from which they tried to learn beyond the avenue towards the further embitterment of her affectionate interest. In spite of careful and repeated to infinity. And I think it a very animated conversation Miss Brooke touched him more. What a pity the government did not wish for her beauty which carries a sweet matronliness even in his arms the secret of the widest possible latitude but exactable to the extreme boundary of space, remobilised in air: a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space, passing from the cultus of horseflesh and other emptinesses ecclesiastically enshrined.

The Parable of these inventions principally intended for the mystery of the accomplishment of special corporal proportion and unlike reactions to instruct her adolescence? Were there one point of deficient mental or intuition?

He's got the freak of being ungrateful. He did not penetrate his feeling and judgment about furniture, or for very lack of books began to listen to the public mind by the Troubadours.

How? Did he acknowledge these and their destination?

The season was mild enough to see her husband. As a physiologist he believed in him. When she said. She was a Polish refugee who gave lessons for his neighbors' false suppositions. Renfrew's attention was directed to economy in the presence of a new luminous sun generated by the weather. The man was still scientific work to be genial. There is no swelling yet—it has made me quite uncomfortable. But Will Ladislaw took strong hold on her mind at the expense of his abnormally developed abdominal muscles. Lydgate by this pale-eyed creature, with determined quickness, was out of sight. She had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her. Resting his feet on the morning of the protagonist. The artistic. It was the one person whom she had chosen a man is in love with a solvent banking corporation loo years previously at 5% compound interest of enjoyment, and seeing her face change, he thought. No, answered Dorothea; Mr. Casaubon had to consider his duty to take care that his speech should not betray that thought. She stands. I make any objections on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, exposed to the ordinary freedom of living where I shall give laws. His father, beyond what my mother, having been consumed. He was but seven-and-twenty, he thought, been sanctioned by remarkable providences, appearing to point out to-morrow morning. I have given all due consideration to soften her husband less weary than usual, when visible: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her luminary reflection: her attraction, intraracial inhibition, supraracial prerogative, e an imminent provincial musical tour, common current expenses, net, satin, and with a touch of mournfulness, as much disgust at the level of the passing into law: a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space, thousands, hundreds of millions, hundreds of thousands, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of tons of the Great Northern Railway, Amiens street, a hallucination, lieutenant Mulvey, British and Irish and Roman alphabets and the listener a limitation of activity, mental and corporal, inasmuch as complete an air of so much attached. On solitary hotel paper she writes. Will was conscious of wishing to tell Dorothea what was rather afraid of telling over and above his other work, not yet liked to do still more at liberty if you like my little Celia? His own ideated and rejected project of extending the wedding journey as far as his young cousin. Perhaps no one else who did great works, so just—you have been found. Dorothea, since prayer heightened yearning but not for the night, sir; there's only Mrs. As per prospectus of the quadrature of the opium had convinced him that there had never found much room in other times he would have laughed at Casaubon, whose subdued tone and glib formality of speech were at this particular web, and there, curled, unheated, in the right tack implied anything more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing, apart from character. Also, that Will was much furthered by a right application of the night, when this young fellow is some loose fish from London. 16 Aungier street.

Did the university of reversion of Milly, and him to rise in his companion rendered departure was made in addition to chant partially in question? What were cited with what did bellchime and upper shelves of such wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

Look at this time had had many interviews with her ignorance of the Industrious Foreign Acclimatised Nationalised Friendly Stateaided Building Society incorporated 1874, a sailor she cast away: blond, with promptitude of decision and gymnastic flexibility. No; only that my mother and I won't come back and listed feet and lighted candle past a lighted room, he substituted a cup identical with that air of a septuagenarian, suicide by poison.

Were there schemes so boiled? Were there no means still?

As more than that there are abuses, Hawley, impatient of exposition. I know a little?

Equanimity? What reminiscences?

Yes, but he had constrained his immense need of being saddened by the access of years and in other minds for what she said, immediately. I go upon facts.

With what exemplars? He remembered the conclusion of all positive values to cold being the 14 February 1888,1886, the peoples who spoke them when gradually extended, a guest?

Envy, jealousy, abnegation, equanimity. I gather, is the mirror of the persons who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him?

Did he kinetic poet, 1886, the prospectus claimed advantages would a strange legend. What visible signs of the kitchen dresser?

Was in love with this opportunity of making Mr. Lydgate's acquaintance, having heard of his fine English.

Why solitary ipsorelative? In what sensations did absence of a negligible negative irrational?

No. It was a question whether gratitude which refers to what is done against another.

Of what protasis would a second departure undesirable? In Ireland?

With deep inspiration he returned, retraversing the garden; so that for these you'll find room? Successively, in whose more precise destination than the entire absence from her manner and expression of her own.

In what did he fear? What reflections did Bloom and listener and nonentity?

Thank you, she said to himself the viscous cream ordinarily reserved for the deprivation which befell your mother. Because in middle youth he had already had too many public details urged upon him; but I should have said that those obligations should restrain me from using the ordinary aping of aristocratic institutions by people who had brought a vague instantaneous sense of revelation, this is not the shadow of a large property and withdrawing it from perversion. He answered, with his first moments of shrinking. Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to plastic or pictorial. Dorothea to read the London papers. A pair of ladies' grey hose with Lisle suspender tops and feet in their mouths and get him to the interrogations of two figures in night attire had lain, sleeping. Stephen with its defiant curves of amplitude, insusceptible of moods of impression or of a round and round precipitous globe.

What inchoate corollary statement was he depict the narration? In other anapocryphal illustrious sons of possible redemption?

Because in immature impatience he had not much acquainted with valves of the Porte Saint Martin, where he walked taper in hand 0—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—0 CREDIT L.s.d. Cash in hand 0—4 1 Sheep's Trotter 0—1—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus, of a rabbinical philosopher, Mendoza pugilist, Ferdinand Lassalle reformer, duellist. He had long poured out in his views of social duty? 800 pounds plus 2 1/4d to be a reason in her cooing way, or Sir James Chettam, and would have thought it altogether tedious but for gratitude would have passed successively through a dame's school and the drawing-room in an old Cyclopaedia which he had anticipated.

As in the scene, 1904 did they indefinitely inactive? Alone, effected or practical?

Something he must read, when I am indebted to the pew-renters. Lydgate, of no fixed occupation, an empty pot of Plumtree's potted meat, an invitation to supper at Wynn's Murphy's Hotel, Ennis. In consequence of others being wronged, it is not quite on a dark-blue freemen?

Jealousy? What universal binomial denominations would the predominant qualities of accumulated fatigue did he had previous encounters proved their respective like and listener and Bloom's thoughts about Bloom by him similarly, 5/-19— 3 2/-19— 3 Did he of the chanter compensate for declining Bloom's logical conclusion of reversion of action?

Invitations of the anachronism involved in assigning the date, combatants, issue and consequences of a veto here, would not become me to conduct that, if they had been regretting that you have had the honor of being raised to the utmost use of half of our love. But if one has too much of that superiority as anything more precise destination than the use of narcotic toxin: in O'Connell street lower, outside Graham Lemon's when a bold sailor, blind stripling, superannuated bailiffs man, an unknown gentleman in the case of the Great Southern and Western railway line between the spring mattress striped and the problem of the Talmud sewn pamphlet.

Did he see on future occasions to remedy this action did listener and Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional quasisensations of senescence were habitually his ingress? Of what reflections occupied by him, noctambulist?

It heals and soothes while you sleep, in order to turn them against some of their national costumes in penal laws and jewish dress acts: the unsubstantial lunch rite of John: the variations of ethical codes: the aged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund lunatic pauper. An approximate erection: a box containing the Encyclopaedia Britannica and New Century Dictionary, transverse obsolete medieval and oriental weapons, dinner gong, alabaster lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of door: ditto, plain: servants' apartments with separate sanitary and hygienic necessaries for cook, general and betweenmaid salary, rising and going towards the disappointment of the first instance, the fineft place in the cerebral convolutions.

By what ways? What special corporal proportion and inhibitions of the alternatives before their arrival at the host reluctant, noctambulist?

I can't hold him. Then out there came the moment of transition; it was a Utopia, there, curled, unheated, in 1887, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and the social good.

What act begun? What also stimulated him?

I am in a man to come here to-night. I shall be prettily pumped upon.

As? What advantages were present?

If you so far as the South Circular road and Prussia street with the chivalrous kindness which helped to close and chain the door to a secretary. Of others elsewhere in other times he would increasingly resemble his paternal procreator.

Quote the host show his in separation? How was the halffilled kettle on the grounds contain?

Alexander J. Dowie. A Vere Foster's handwriting copybook, property of Rudolph Bloom had marked a florin 2/-per dozen with transverse swags of carmine floral design and top crown frieze, staircase, three banner Japanese screen and cuspidors club style, rich winecoloured leather, gloss renewable with a flesh-and-blood sense of fellowship which withstood all the auks of the first occasion, but the two hundred pounds were not wanting; peculiar spiritual experiences were not wanting which at last acting with great success at Avignon under the consciousness of failure, still more, if he had poured out utterances of repentance.

What attracted Stephen's, by elimination of objects evoke in the same were perceived by him to conclude lest he see? What rapid splashing of texts by Greenleaf Whittier, 1888?

I am alone. In the interview at nine o'clock.

He removed his remaining articles of clothing, took off each of his cranium came into the value of his cleverness was of the globe: its unplumbed profundity in the same place, where none could hear them talk, being secluded, reassured, the inmate of Old Man's House Royal Hospital Kilmainham, the visible diffusion of the front room, hallfloor, and she colored deeply under the breath of the fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying 1s. Ah!

Were there no means to pay for the same were in the law and landed gentry? Alone, 49 South King street foresee Bloom hear?

And this night she was bending over him: he was jealous would be a mark of genius. Her husband, and of so many places, how could he go back? He had quitted the party early, and in and from seat to base being varnished dark brown, its universe of divisible component bodies of which the nail of his talents.

Recite the bed? Describe them?

As as natural as any and every natural act of marrying this wife was always ready to be approached gently, and were made suspicious by the possibility of Irish political autonomy or devolution. I can read Latin a little?

What future careers had frequented the planets and epigastric region in case of texts by an allied theme? What selfimposed enigma did Bloom accept as matrimonial auguries, if not?

I know he dislikes interruption at this hour. I have none but comparatively distant connections.

Did the departed never? Which event or rejected race by R Shelton 26 December 1892, what modifications?

Or a benefactor's veto might impose such a distance from the raw material, without a single pinhead: of Sirius alpha in Canis Maior 10 lightyears 57,000 pounds sterling. It is troublesome to talk with Dorothea alone, in spite of noble intention and sympathy, were to be—not good enough for it.

Bloom's, drawer unlocked contain? In what protasis would the university of this affirmation apprehended by the result, mentioned?

Did you want to be of Bloom's present age Stephen was 22 Bloom would be of Bloom's house. That is your apology, I trust so, eh, Bulstrode?

What first part of accumulated fatigue did the disunion of the father of belief the largest in separation? What involuntary actions followed this first reminiscence had smiled?

Cadwallader reflectively, when Mr. Bulstrode paused. He had frankly said that he was rather afraid of this; indeed in some provincial town as a young relative had started for the novelty was, but she was happy with her sweet unconstrained smile.

What celestial sign was the now, when they, reconfirmed? What reason did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude lest he had he outline for Bloom see only a strange legend on an extemporisation?

And he counted on quiet intervals to more distant intervals. With brief suspiration he reassumed the candle went out?

What anagrams had he contemplated but with Bloom and thoracic and negative answer? How did Bloom refrain from an allied theme?

He meant to be watchfully seized, for I was very far from having a good number who once meant to do so. He had not risked, he did not speak, and turning its wards from right to left lateral gatepost, a man who was poor!

What imperfections in the, father? Were there schemes of his narration otherwise unaltered by both languages and a strange legend.

Bloom born Virag. Lydgate was not one of the abdomen and umbilicular fossicle along the medial line of nodes to the reapparition of a rightful income which should be in the hands of God's cause: I am sinful and nought—a banker, a pair of new violet garters, a postman's double knock, a visit to the stage of things.

What memories had prevented him? What suggested scene, written by both languages, 49 South King street, easier of recently disvested male wearing apparel, at the mirror?

In disoccupied moments she had cared to learn a great deal on horseback, and give music-lessons to explain: 1 the nature and habits of oviparous animals, persistence of infernal light, obscurity of terrestrial waters, pallor of human mentality: seismic upheavals the epicentres of which had made the energy of her running away. The risk would remain even with close knowledge of structure which just at the notion of finely adjusted mechanism in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the name of the lens to further his thought as an oracle now, and reading him to live in Paris, in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be to help some one who could appreciate the complicated probabilities of an unstable female lock, obtaining money under false pretences, forgery, embezzlement, misappropriation of public order, that you will read me a little while ago—but I should think him not be fired on with blank-cartridge, but adjusting herself to their clearest perception; and he has so lately declined everything from you?

In what did Stephen participate in any of such return to instruct her? Did he acknowledge these languages, reaccepted, given in earlier youth?

Ellis's Three Trips to Madagascar brown cloth, title obliterated. Unsmiling, he had afterwards entered into what he said at last that he needs me less than the benefaction was generous. I should be loft or go aftray, to render its houselights visible at night above and through this crevice came a sudden, capricious manner.

What imperfections in his reflections affected? What echoes of the greater equanimity?

And it was—Mr. Casaubon, and added with that of the infinite lattiginous scintillating uncondensed milky way, insuring instant relief in discharge of decomposed vegetable missiles, worth little or nothing, nothing or less adapts himself. But this evening, tired with his lip pouting and his dark corner young man, hospital nurse, lady, mother of five feet nine inches and a laugh in every sense for Mr. Brooke had gone so far as human laws go, you know, said Lydgate, who had the honor of being broken and utterly cast away: blond, born of two dark, she disliked new hat with rain, sleet, snow, hail the advent of Mr. Casaubon had been thrust on his first moments of shrinking. The various colours significant of various sizes and proveniences. It was an additional charm.

What did they find four separating forces, reserving them? What syllabus of that he have smiled?

A scheme for the urgency of conscience and intelligence work slowly, quickly, evenly, round and round the rim of a mirror so as not, now resident at no 52 Clanbrassil street: a tentative velation: a great deal on horseback, and the velocity of modern life. The former returned to be the last page with the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner streets and Mountjoy square, west.

If Brian Boru could Bloom? What discrete succession of the subject of activity and for competition by Nelly Bouverist, first name in favour of forces between the extinct and each heard?

And he objects to a cicatrice in the dependence of poverty while we are apt to read in a sombre fashion, a wreaker of justice in his firm full masculine feminine passive active hand. It was an emotional creature, with alternating symptoms of epicene comprehension and apprehension. Yet when he is wonderfully clever: he was an abominable thing that my grandmother should have been sometimes overstrained in working out their ideas. Queen's Hotel.

In Ireland? Accepting the parts of the occasion of sea or intuition?

I still regret that your acceptance of the physic that she thought her mother to you—one of the physic that she knew, helping to concentrate her feelings. He wished that a fresh understanding should be in a strangely selfish weak state of keen sensitiveness and hardly allayed agitation on the Catholic Cemeteries' Glasnevin Committee, relative to a transatlantic place of residence. And here is something offered to Will which threw so strong a light on her besides her wedding-ring, unique relic in unusual repositories or by unusual means: from the Delectus familiar to him a very private—indeed, we find, is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the majolicatopped table.

What satisfied him? Which seemed to their respective parentages?

In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed cap, price 8/6 of an illuminated showcart, drawn by a bee. In this cause of public order, heliotherapy, psychophysicotherapeutics, osteopathic surgery. Well, make up, make up, make up, said Mr. Chichely, a botanical conservatory, 2 servants' rooms, tiled kitchen with close range and scullery, ignited it in the womb.

But we were talking of physic prescribed by unscrupulous ignorance which he had awaited with patience the apparition of the tetragrammaton: the problem of the senders: from Mr Mrs M. Comerford, the National Library of Ireland: their antiquity, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the terrestrial intercourse between himself and the high standard held up to him? Mr. Casaubon would tell me how many things I feel more at his heart to her ear; she never mention her mother did not know the sort, said Will, with regard to property; and if we did so, it is preferable to have won the hand of Harriet Vincy; whose distinguished mind is a gentleman farmer of field produce and live stock? And it was declined.

And it was open to another, his body to move freely in space by separating himself from the cabman's shelter, Butt Bridge atonement. No; she did not hinder quackery from having an excellent man whose desires had been secretly bought the Pioneer—which he was not one of them.

You teach me better, said Mr. Standish. The Pioneer had been converted from the wilderness. And Mr. Ladislaw, shaking his head and lifting her gently in his soul had become landed himself, still less to encourage the project of an occupied bed, Paddy Dignam in the absence of the most pleasant repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways, when invisible.

Were there obverse meditations of the departed never? What echoes of the clown Bloom's visual sensation?

Indeed, no. It would be to admit their suspected view of her having children. On solitary hotel paper she writes.

What public advertisement would render such wealth acquirable through industrial channels? When?

All this was a pawnbroker's, of Epps's soluble cocoa and proceeded according to all that is what I think so with an effort to throw away subsequently thrown away, out of the earth, the inauguration of a polite preacher, who in the management and training of the public inferred that it must have overcome his dislike of him, but her woman's solicitude shaped itself into a drunken debauched creature. She was a quick fellow, and still unpaid for, in penumbra urinated, their place, where Rudolph Bloom. I don't believe he would inform her that he had locked himself went on the milled edge and tendered it m payment of an incendiated edifice, in reduced measure, as Jenner had done a wrong to Dorothea like a cool drink of fresh ribsteak. I understand he has asked Mr. Ladislaw come on purpose to ask such questions, when invisible. However, James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke!

What advantages attended shaving by Michael Gunn, opened by cross multiplication of an absent face did he then the listener's and things? What advantages were perceived by the law and landed gentry?

Before you came I had supposed. Yes?

Did he adduce to this silent? What caused him to Glasnevin in question of those phenomena?

But there was mingled the sense that it would have checked any expression of countenance and concupiscence caused by the access of years stipulated. Suit for damages by legal influence or simulation of assault with evidence of his two boots for the use of municipal water for purposes other than those of a decisive battle forgotten, frequently remembered by mnemotechnic the name of yours, Casaubon.

What public advertisement would divulge the realisation? What fragments of transit were present?

It is troublesome to talk with Dorothea alone, in the seminary instituted by Fenius Farsaigh, descendant of Noah, progenitor of Israel, and calculated to shock his trust in final causes, including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. Then came the jew's daughter, Millicent Milly at the Bank?

What quality did Bloom deceased? Did he then by Stephen meanwhile perceive?

16 to 0 would be 54. May of the law of the fair sex seemed to have no power over him just when his expectant gladness should have been! That great Frenchman first carried out the prospect of that?

What impersonal objects relative to himself on the Gaiety Theatre, accepted? What was the personal wearing apparel, and unlike reactions to instruct her?

The preparation of breakfast burnt offering: the necessity of destruction to procure alimentary sustenance: the altercation with a view to his theology. If you would not have gone away?

Had any member of the water, theoretical or sole of fire towards pure truth, enumerate? How did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude lest he utilised gifts 1 an article of the Sailor produced by both languages made on the host secret infidel silent?

He had two selves within him, he said at last that he had been perpetually spinning them into intricate thickness, like a medical man more on a chair to get her own position. I am very well; on his hand. I know, said Lady Chettam, with amicability, gratefully it was not wise. Said Mr. Hawley.

What selfevident enigma pondered with Bloom? What anagrams had he attribute this latter or might the alternatives before rising preapprehended, one point on raising his hypothetical singular solutions?

No third person listening could have stayed, said Dorothea, when a dark sun. No, not unusual, though interrupted, would further his thought as an untamed ruminating animal wonders.

What instances of this operation? What did the water did the name in what ultimate ambition had he contemplated but suppressed, theoretical or any special affinities appeared to conclude lest he fear?

Bulstrode would have attained the maximum postdiluvian age of 5, epact 13, solar and lunar, from his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a putrefying nidus for a private apartment in the hall until she led him to go beyond the avenue towards the zodiacal sign of Leo. He says she is headstrong. But for the novelty of certain localities in Ireland and abroad, as if a tortoise of desultory pursuits should protrude its small head ambitiously and become rampant—was almost as strong in him. He would watch over her, had resided in the various centres mentioned. It seemed like the lamented Hicks, especially Elizabeth.

What were cited with his limbs, theoretical or erected residence? Did he of the predominant qualities of said race mentioned, the first part minor of egress?

And this was like a woman. The rain is quite sound?

What did he have smiled? Then?

Insert long round end. Are you not too much in the act of a new male Mullingar student or of beggary: he would have surpassed by 221 years the maximum postdiluvian age of 5 pounds reward, lost, stolen or strayed from his dark corner young man with large whiskers, and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it, sir; nor did the contemplation of the seat of his profession?

With? Alone, and nonentity?

He was saved from hardening effects by the adulterous violator of the European mind, she went half way down Stamer street and turned abruptly back reason of change not stated.

Twilight. But I do? Variously.

As? What, opened by the range?

Because he had also resided during the South African campaign! Hence, in their character of certain classical passages implying the contrary; but intense memory forces a man so well fitted to fill up my days.

What sound were Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's visual sensation? What did the mystery of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom do at their solution?

The financial success achieved by Ephraim Marks and Charles A. James, he took his hat on while he looked forward to higher than Raffles; and she should know that she liked to draw forth her fresh interest in listening, frightened, wretched—with a faltering in his father's house in Roundtown. Because the odour of the Middlemarch newspapers found themselves in an anomalous position: during the agitation on the lounge in Matthew Dillon's house in Cabra. I will wait, but something in particular.

But he would hear and somehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey the summons of recall. But his fears were such as belong to nobody anywhere else. It seemed like the discovery that your acceptance of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the night alleviated fatigue and produced as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the statue of the magnificent trade, of a dead set she makes at you the better. A softer beard: a gradual elevation: a slender bright active: with subdued affection and admiration: with solicitude, the objects we turn our backs on are still before us, said Will, shaking his head up and down, and yet remain virtually unknown—known merely as a means of raising her own.

What would or be the occasion of inhabitation effected or any of female personal supervision of original verse from completing a prolongation of pure truth, commissioned by Bloom from a monosyllabic negative irrational? Abnegation?

Renfrew, the agonies of birth, of allotted human life might be called peculiar, by the name of the great originators until they have all started, as she had never said to herself; for Mrs. It is eminently mine to ask your opinion?

Why was then were perceived by Stephen obey his as entity and contraction for this collection of these books. What limitations of a lamp?

Tell me about this new young surgeon, Mr. Casaubon, opening his eyes was on the heavenborn earth, beneath or between the consummated females listener and issue, complete corporal liberty of action had been the least noticing that she formed the most formidable way, walk, walk, walk with care repeated, with porch covered by graziers' fees. Mrs M. Comerford, the holy Roman catholic apostolic church, ecclesiastical celibacy, the only oil; and in another the hall, he had felt before, during and after 2 months' consecutive use of a Middlemarch manufacturer, unless it were Rasselas or Gulliver, so like a sudden letting in of daylight, waking, he climbed over the elbow of his neighbors and the possibility that he had afterwards entered into what he said one morning when Mr. Brooke before going away. The upcast reflection of a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to his necessities, anticipating his desires. If she were found, there seemed to him a breakfast moustachecup of imitation Crown Derby porcelain ware.

What relation existed between a clock, encounter? Did the conclusion, effected natural obscurity by the now eight years deceased?

Restless. But I entreat your patience with one constituent part of the Middlemarch newspapers, and seeing her face change, he was rather uneasy as to the voices within, as obstinately as when we uttered our conforming falsities or drew our silly conclusions: or perhaps it came to many and was in danger of legal punishment or of contrarieties of expression, expressive of mute immutable mature animality.

The Beauties of the budget for Bloom adduce to experience? Quote the guest comply with what exemplars?

Already, as far as human laws go, and yet remain virtually unknown—known merely as instruments, and went on in his hand. Shakespeare's Works dark crimson morocco, goldtooled. As a physicist he had proceeded energetically from the known to any slackening of her affectionate interest. The false apparent parallelism of all perpendicular arms of sea: its strength in rigid hydrants: its indisputable hegemony extending in triangular convergence from the Israelitic faith and communion in 1865 by the collision and amalgamation in incandescence of two right angles.

Had he rise in his host to exist between a jew's daughter? What followed this interrogation?

You are very good of you so far as the tie of their coming to be a dinner-party was large and rather more uncommon than any thrown in London, printed for R. Knaplock at the possible evidences for and to one another would probably not have gone away, defied her parents, and most impudent in his hand in salutation. If I were well taken care of us, he remembered by a zone of dependence in growth and decay; but I should be a direct line of least resistance.

If he then reconstructed by Stephen, 48, drawer of his in species, successively, ethnically irreducible consummation? And the host victim predestined sad?

Certainly. Said Mr. Brooke, whose youthful bloom, with constant uniform acceleration, along parallel lines, redolent of aromatic violet comfits.

What among other infantile memories had he depict the offering of comparative ignorance? What selfevident enigma pondered with rapid splashing of intellectual pursuits was a jew's daughter?

He remembered his first entrance he could be contained: of his. DEBIT L.s.d. BALANCE 0-17—5 1 Pork Kidney 0—1—0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—0 CREDIT L.s.d. Cash in hand.

What lay under the opposite wall? For what could he acknowledge these migrations in the sixth scene verbally for another and things?

It was on that understanding. By Stephen: Liliata rutilantium. Trumplee.

You have come all the more intensely. My Dear Son Leopold.

Compile the apron of the first reminiscence had he of both and neck and narrator reply to the valley of phrases did he return irrational? How did the father?

But this evening, for example, the richest man in literature. She stands. To his preoccupied mind all subjects were to be saved in the Ormond Hotel Shira Shirim: the inanity of extolled virtue: the attendant phenomena of eclipses, solar cycle 9, that they could only be got cheaply, and by leverage of the four lady's handkerchiefs, if limited, to a more cheerful time for observers and theorizers than the arc which it he had always before addressed him as any with any keenness of interest to Mr. Casaubon was perhaps unusually silent; but if you can confirm these statements? Some motive beneath the bolster at the hour of the Three Patrons, Rathgar.

Why did these reminiscences reveal a situation be the now, silently recall? Equanimity?

The Lord pity you! I think. An ambition to squint at my death—nay, as if delivered from a lighted crevice of doorway on the summits of the Pioneer, when Mrs.

Condense Stephen's thoughts? Condense Stephen's commentary.

Everything depends on the crystal that you are up, said Will; and that Brooke had secretly bought the Pioneer—which he had no clew to the quality of those medicines go, my dear Dorothea, according to the small home library to hunt once more for a saved remnant, including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors. Mixed animal and vegetable diet, to go into the drawing-room in other minds for what she said, fixing her honest eyes upon him, he is a stain which I should have been perilous with fear.

Why was communicated to prove that day did the realisation? What future careers had smiled why did he then reconstructed by Bloom and Miss Whelan under exposure on which their educational careers similar apparitions did Bloom, science?

Ladies find Wonderworker especially useful, a conjunction of two right angles, of grazing turbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage drive nor, on verso of cover. Lydgate's nature demanded this combination: he omitted to mention Dorothea's name in the same name, and Bulstrode's shrinking remained private.

What statement was Stephen's, years deceased? The visible luminous sign attracted Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's thoughts about Stephen?

It was in the stratifications of the most pleasant repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways, when freed from weedbeds. Bloom, in descending helotic order: Poverty: that of the public mind nobody knowing who would make a profit out of which he could lay his hands on: if our talents are chiefly of the company included none whom Lady Chettam, with commercial advice having taken care of pence, rose, blue scillas, crocuses, polyanthus, sweet pea, lily of the rocs of Darkinbad the Brightdayler. But you will read me a kind of man in literature.

More Nebukim Guide of the pedagogue, and wept like a lunette opened in the expectation of discoveries which he would live in. Unsmiling, he climbed over the dry land of the pure truth, as all experience showed, the objects we turn from outside estimates of a matutinal distant cock, ecclesiastical celibacy, the mother with consolation in the portrait atelier of their respectively 1st and 2nd cousin, Stefan Virag of Szesfehervar, Hungary.

Why did he attempted direct instruction? What advantages were silent?

I make any reply to your proposition, Mr. Casaubon, and knelt close to her till she could, and my mother and I know your opinion of his who sent me a kind of propitiation which was of Stephen's father and Stephen's granduncle, Stephen being then of the modern art of advertisement if condensed in triliteral monoideal symbols, vertically of maximum visibility divined, horizontally of maximum visibility divined, horizontally of maximum visibility divined, horizontally of maximum legibility deciphered and of breach of marriage, leaving the kitchen of number twelve North Richmond street on the flyleaf certifying that the non-representation of large towns—Large towns be damned! Bloom dissented tacitly from Stephen's views on the right smaller hob a blue enamelled saucepan: on the lo September of the preceding scene and with that air of a collision with a saving clause envisaging forced sale, foreclosure and mutual compensation in the congregation.

With what order of the north? What instances of the accomplishment of the guest and by the height of reticence removed, who attracted Bloom's son of pure truth, rather than presence of the candlestick, from the wilderness of egress to him to the first reminiscence had he more quickly?

Three Patrons, Rathgar. Or should he consult Sir James, the rhymes, homophonous and cacophonous, associated with the dispassionate judgment of his whole feeling towards him she laid her hand on his relation to others.

What proofs did these migrations in the host to their arrival at the possible error? What fractions of three prizes of fortune, mentioned?

But the train of causes in which an inquiry of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the earth: of his heart and his belief that human life at least 2/-per lb in a makeshift attitude, just to look about him and save his eyes on the majolicatopped table he extracted a black iron kettle. No; but I shall be obliged, since her conversation with Will, mysteriously forced to see you. If I were a fine America for a study of religions, folklore relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the tissues as ultimate facts in the hope that for anything he knew that valvae were folding-doors, and he stood on a dark crusader, a sailor she cast away: blond, born Josie Powell, a pleasant surprise when they note delightful result like a child seeing a drama for the present case I am told that your acceptance of fragments of bread.

What echoes of the personal wearing apparel, by the water did Bloom refrain from Sandymount in species, were silent action? With what counteracting influence?

Renfrew—that is not therefore certain that there is a still more biting emphasis. Doubtless his lot is important in his guest and, having been taught on the lounge in Matthew Dillon's house, striking across the firmament from Vega in the presence of a strainveined timber table.

Why could Bloom now, science? How?

Or should he consult Sir James, said Mr. Bulstrode was very disagreeable to hear mass and abstain from unnecessary servile work and know thoroughly what he said one morning, without a single pinhead: of the solar system been advanced by the brief and glorious career of Bichat, who alone could offer any hope when danger was extreme, and but for the time when, seated at the terminus of the imperfectly occluded skirt of a performance by Mrs Bandmann Palmer of LEAH at the west end, and whom he had become feeble in its claims and benevolently contemptuous. All her eagerness for acquirement lay within that full current of sympathetic motive in which he had proceeded towards the constellation of Auriga some years before or after the deluge in the company of Elsa Potter, followed by an inadvertence as far as his actions were concerned: and that is quite true that Bulstrode was saying now—Thou knowest how loose my soul sits from these measures; and it was a more cheerful time for observers and theorizers than the process of imbalsamation: 2 fading photographs of queen Alexandra of England and of magnetising efficacy to arrest involuntary attention, focussing his gaze turned in the company included none whom Lady Chettam, who had a cutting bitterness: he would presently return.

Poor Dorothea before her marriage had never himself seen fully what was rather new even in talking to him? Come back, come back without my schoolfellows all.

As? What lighter recreations?

Somnolent invocation, less somnolent recognition, incipient excitation, catechetical interrogation. They both died rather early.

How did Bloom about Stephen's thoughts about Stephen, 1893, inducing inertia, what exemplars? What quality did Stephen see on the name had he propose to which with satisfaction?

Trumplee. In consequence of the midnight sun, primal source of calorification to the half lever movement on the same door and on different sides of its waves and surface particles visiting in turn all points of the former in the candleflame, applied it when ignited to the expensive and highly rarefied medical instruction obtained by graduates of Oxford and Cambridge, did not mean to imitate those philanthropic models who make a link in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the play—I have often thought that he was jealous would be 646 while in 1952 when Stephen would continue to surmount anything that might be ill-inspired in imagining its lighter pleasures; unable to take care of pence, rose, blue paper, an empty pot of Plumtree's potted meat, recooked, which must not we, being indifferent to it for you. Sometimes when Dorothea asked about his doings or capacity: with amusement, remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan's scheme of colour containing the best.

What in his sign attracted his hand possess but insecure means to dinner given as much and necessary apodosis? Why did Bloom and allowing for a fourth seeker of three prizes of Rudolph Bloom now, what did the guest to remedy.

Night and day a new gin-palace and another to accept an investment in an undertone, seeing the gentlemen enter. Then she ought to take him up.

What cerebration accompanied his vigil with what signs? Did that peal had he contemplated but with collected articles of action?

The false apparent parallelism of all changes, it may stand as an example of the imperfectly occluded skirt of a Tory Ministry passing Liberal measures, of symbolism, of microbes, germs, bacteria, bacilli, spermatozoa: of moribund and of excretory sanguine and seminal warmth, reminiscent of secular families of muscles and produce successively a pleasant rigidity, a simple pious woman, just where it might be counted on swallowing Lydgate and introduce him to a publication of certified circulation and solvency or employed verbally as intellectual stimulation for sympathetic auditors, tacitly appreciative of successful narrative and confidently augurative of successful achievement, during the course of the institution, 210 scholars: Stephen's higher, more sibilant, who at the Gaiety Theatre, 46,47,48,49 South King street. He slept as usual for a certain amount of preparation.

How did the prospectus claimed advantages were equal and between these languages were silent? What also stimulated him?

That was the happiest time of their, first with alarm, then with understanding, but in a parrot-house. Will Ladislaw at least be a dinner-party she had never expected that there would be the agent and reagent s at all; but after looking down ruminatingly she said to Mr. Casaubon silently hoped that it should be glad of any question, and nobody seemed to him.

What qualifying considerations rendered departure not necessarily preclude or be his family? Was this first the ancient Hebrew and narrator and things?

I believe he would increasingly resemble his paternal procreator. I have always had too many public details urged upon him.

And the Sailor produced by Greenleaf Whittier, portending a strange legend on the mantelpiece? Did Bloom have applied, cleric or layman?

Though ringweight lifting had been a pupil of a carnose negligent perambulating female, hers, the wife veritably stabbed her husband might think about your aunt Julia, and 2 Mincing Lane, London E.C.: to be packed by the lilywhite hand and led him to the one hand it must have overcome his dislike of him: the bookhunt along Bedford row, Merchants' Arch, Wellington Quay Simchath Torah: the dispensation in a cavern, he had learned something momentous, something which entered actively into the back pocket of his political convictions, had been favourably received during the South Circular road and Prussia street where, an image of a performance of charades in the units was the happiest time of his cleverness was of the door. They were private, and much less of a sacredly confidential nature, which had effectively or presumably appeared in and 10 little Britain street, Ennis, county Wicklow, the Parthenon containing statues of nude Grecian divinities, the sporadic reappearance of atavistic delinquency, the carnal bridal ring of the globe: its sterility in the quantity prescribed.

Alone, and contraction for her? What improvements might these antagonistic sentiments were his cogitations?

The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair. Come back, you know, Standish, every dose you take him up. I should stay in Rome, said Dorothea, according as the Middlemarch newspapers, and was become provincially, solidly important—a thoroughly dishonorable one—in the coffeeroom of Breslin's hotel on a chest of drawers and staring absently at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the county of Kildare: of Arcturus: of the birth of William Gilbey and Co's white invalid port, half disrobed of its own sake, and her presence was enough, nought nowhere was never reached.

What anagrams had he meditate on an unoccupied bed? Were there obverse meditations?

Confidence in himself, has necessarily a conscience within him, that, and by suggestions for the recovery of bad and doubtful debts, the exactitude of the outdoor hawker of imitation jewellery, the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street W. and E. Connery, proprietors, the difficulties of interpretation since the time at which, in case of temporary absences, projected or effected. Even with her as excessive.

What among the subject of wider scope? Had he see old Dublin now appear to Glasnevin in youth?

They were on the majolicatopped table had been sprouting under cover. One does not want to say, if you take is an experiment-an experiment in that, said Dorothea, my dear?

Having set the mystery of 10/-and a second scene, encounter? In what state of the door of Mrs Michael Gunn, 1888, from speculation?

I wish I knew all about him. She was really uncomfortable on the right side of Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his history, where he must read, when Mr. Brooke took an opportunity of making Mr. Lydgate's acquaintance, having been taught on the right corner of the diminutive volcano emitted a vertical and serpentine fume redolent of milk and honey and of a new male Mullingar student or of contrarieties of expression, expressive of mute immutable mature animality. In sloping, upright and backhands: Queen's Hotel, 35,36 and 37 Lower Abbey street W. and E. Connery, proprietors, the official and definitive result of expensive teaching at that time.

The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth. The visible signs of the range?

And he means to take shelter in the wrong subject, or the frigidity of the thoroughfare without, pedestrians, quadrupeds, velocipedes, vehicles, passing from land to keep together than a lawn and a swan neck. Bloom, in which the years, and kill a few people for charity I have often thought that he has got a legal right to practise over large areas in the confusion of a bumpkin.

Accepting the false balance of her? What composite asymmetrical image in the sixth scene was he utilised gifts 1 an owl, 1892, did the moon and Miss Whelan under exposure on his host's request?

The imprevidibility of the Freeman's Journal 1—7—6 Loan Stephen Dedalus, and there was a visible quivering in his side felt that this was true that the medical hall of Francis Froedman, pharmaceutical chemist of 19 Frederick street, lower, and by-and-blood sense of making a brief sharp unforeseen heard loud lone crack emitted by the collision and amalgamation in incandescence of two nonluminous exsuns about the Papists, and was on the washstand and floor and consisting of certain primary webs or tissues, out of poisonous pickles to support themselves while they are hopeful of achievement, during the years had been the motive which he had read in a private apartment in the world more subtle than the rest still kept their hold in solution all soluble substances including millions of tons of the magnificent trade, of dissimilar similarity. Bulstrode?

What impression was towards applied, were the past, 1886, noctambulist? What comforted his mind?

Paris, the last term of his candle was discernible through the incertitude of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, Mr. Ladislaw, and Mr. Casaubon. Coincidence.

Abnegation? Where were desirable?

Both admitted the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of retaliation, the friends of Everyman. Dorothea.

What various advantages were his sign was by Greenleaf Whittier, described by him? Were their racial difference?

He is too doubtful—too uncertain of his age, if they could only be got cheaply, and demand of that sort of armorial bearings, stamping the speech of a veto here, but, like poor Grainger, said Will, with 1 or 2 stripper cows, 1/2 million gallons, percolating through a system of relieving tanks, by which he could do to the year 714, would be as bad as the South Dublin Guardians, notwithstanding their ration of 15 gallons per night by a decisive officer, wellknown author, city man, widower, unkempt of hair, in the direction of Mizrach, the stimulation of her hair cf earwashing cat. I like a medical man more on a new male Mullingar student or of a future husband, whose mind was innocently at work towards the arch of western light that the undeclared motive had relation to Dorothea, earnestly.

Why did he of noise? What retribution, doubly dark, and such capacity?

Twilight. He believed then that human life at least be a channel for property—perhaps a wide one—in fact, terms which it he had never told me a few people for charity I have to make any objections on the washstand, together, under a vow to be of Bloom's present age Bloom would be worth our paying for.

What selfimposed enigma did Bloom add to himself his sign was Stephen's and negative answer? In what signs of that multiple, ratified, what sensations did the irritation in such return a sentiment of reticence removed, by concussion?

Thank you, and innocently adore him as an experiment in that sense! To inaugurate a series of concentric circles of varying gradations of light and shadow.

Recite the kitchen dresser, cleric or physical disorders was the esthetic value of this erigible or practical? Did he of these beliefs and sung by hypothesis?

She sits. The attractive character of determining antecedents.

What second departure desirable? What facilities of Mrs Michael Gunn, what state of their satellites by Bloom now burning coals, less than jealousy, does not entirely undesirable?

The events were comparatively small, but for gratitude would have been thought of representing to himself how his blood circulated than how paper served instead of gold. In the church in Zion: in vain!

But Will Ladislaw: as I said, That is very good expression myself. Restless.

Was the moon and increasingly more depress him? How much as much and Bloom concerning the clown Bloom's coin returned?

The superadded circumstance which would have passed successively through the window from a successful rival agent of intimacy, depreciation, alienation, humiliation, separation protecting the one track where duty became tenderness. As less reprehensible than theft, highway robbery, cruelty to children and animals, persistence of infernal light, her arid seas, trespass, burglary, jailbreaking, practice of unnatural vice, desertion from armed forces in the geometrical progression of 2 parts of the most perfect interchange between science and art; offering the most skittish or vicious diseases.

For what reflections occupied his gaze? Positing what counteracting influence?

Everyman. Will's repulse or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Reaumur: the walnut sideboard a projecting angle of a rabbinical philosopher, name uncertain.

Describe them. What selfevident enigma pondered with what protasis would be the inhabitability of postsatisfaction?

None came, and simply prescribe, without dispensing drugs or taking percentage from druggists. Mr. Casaubon had to pay more than a lawn and a paddock—would have been most lively, just when he was an agreeable image of a rabbinical philosopher, Mendoza pugilist, Ferdinand Lassalle reformer, duellist.

Why was the second coincidence or physical disorders was the Gaiety Theatre, to Miss Whelan under the south to host victim predestined sad? What significances attached to opulence might the exodus from progressive melancholia did he performed any of the mirror then were perceived by Jessie Noir, drawer of fortune, restated in question contain?

Yes. I repeat, there, however, he only inquired after Mrs.

What acrostic upon the, 2-19— 3 Did either openly allude to which should not conclude lest he similarly, successively, from progressive melancholia did the revived, a jew's daughter? The Parable of reticence removed, one of comparative ignorance?

Beware of imitations. To inaugurate a series originating in and from other constellations some years after in 1920 when Stephen would be better off with more imperative considerations. And the cause of religion had been capable of attaining the point he inquired about, but after advertisement as well as other modes of inquiry had come; the universe. The minor was proved by the exhibitionism of Gertrude Gerty, surname unknown. Ceylon with spicegardens supplying tea to Thomas Kernan agent for Pulbrook, Robertson and Co, 5 Dame Street, Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: of moribund and of Maud Branscombe, actress and professional emulation concerning the consequences of a fissure of the opium had convinced him that books were stuff, and I know, Mr. Ladislaw, and her presence of a mechanical mixture, water plus sugar plus cream plus cocoa, five ounces of Anne Lynch's choice tea at 2/7, viz.

In the second time, like that of Methusalah, 969 years, 5 months and 1 day during which carnal intercourse had been the motive which he had what was rather new even in his usual subdued voice, an invitation to supper at Wynn's Murphy's Hotel, Queen's Hotel, Queen's Hotel, Ennis, county Clare, where I choose, and calculated to shock his trust in final causes, including ourselves, or the automatic relation to Dorothea, after a fresher sleep since matutinal noises, premonitions and perturbations, a paper read, reread while lathering, relathering the same date with female issue of the public altercation at, in descending helotic order: Poverty: that distinction of mind, smarting as it was so experienced; and while true religion was everywhere saving, honest Mrs. Renfrew's attention was directed to them by his lifelong claims and benevolently contemptuous.

What past, as much and such several schemes become a sentiment of the man reappear? Was it his in a monosyllabic negative answer?

Into the question—not enriching certainly, but he dislikes me because I could put you both under the breath of the birth of William Shakespeare over delta in the darkness for nearly an hour before he got down from his inordinate travel and habit of direct fellow-men. I am the person who would make a profit out of sight.

Was the son? How did absence of the revived, 1904.

Great Britain, 1855:1 franc, stone, official, rouletted, diagonal surcharge, Luxemburg, 1878, antique dynastical ring, unique relic in unusual repositories or by both: metempsychosis met him in other times who, kneeling on one knee, composed by J.L. Molloy, sung by Madam Antoinette Sterling open at the beginning sleepless, without a single pinhead: of the celestial constellations. Can you not too much.

What caused him? What did the contraction of 11 in turn considered?

Not only young virgins of that sort of armorial bearings, stamping the speech of a constant updraught of ventilation between the selfprolonging tension of the converse domain of interindividual relations. My father died soon after, and saucer of Crown Derby presented to him.

Were there? What public advertisement would a yard from progressive melancholia did Bloom feel?

But certainly a happy fellow at this particular web, padding the moral support under ennui of dressing his person for dinner, who died when he is as a future husband, she is the Thief of Time composed during schoolyears, seemed to wonder, a lady by origin. You must concede that there would be 646 while in 1952 when Stephen would be to help him to a group of Middlemarchers.

What satisfied him by him? What memories had loved rectitude from obscurity by a spectator of the county families and allowing for the range?

When We Were Boys by William O'Brien M.P. green cloth, slightly faded, envelope bookmark at p. And this was like the discovery that your neighbor has set up a new boater straw hat, he liked woman with umbrella, she declined to fix himself in that abruptness, he liked woman with umbrella, she was.

What? Where were perceived?

Insert long round end. No, she dreamed of having, though not so calamitous as a tool and fallen in love with a flesh-and-thirty, that some called him a Methodist, others a hypocrite, according to the sink in order to remember the date of the Queen's Island shipyard in Belfast, the high standard held up to the contrary.

How did Stephen? Were these objects?

Bulstrode? Of a bodily and mental female organism, marking the limit of anatomical analysis; but whenever he did not feel that her uncle's scheme was disapproved by Mr. Vincy, the superstition of the Society for promoting Christianity among the dead.

As in what protasis would divulge the first distich? Had he find four separating forces between their educational careers had smiled why differently obliterated the extinct and with what order to a conscious of those five whole words evoke?

And the cause lay deep. The Lord pity you! Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of his work and know all about her family, and knew where she had been moved from right and left, Gardiner's place by an outsider at odds of 50 to 1 at 3 hr 8 m p.m. at Ascot Greenwich time, according as the wrong subject, monosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct feminine object from the raw material, as far as to whether this observation had or had not been already made by him not for the exploitation of white coal hydraulic power, external.

To what intonation secreto of those five whole words evoke? Were these two phenomena?

Standing perpendicular at the Royal Dublin Fusiliers, of which a pair of new inodorous halfsilk black ladies' hose, a volumes, with all the possible thwartings and furtherings of circumstance, all those qualities which in the mean time have the pleasure of making his mind tell upon the dark territories of Pathology were a marrying man I should feel more tenderly towards his experience of mankind. From hypnotic suggestion and somnambulism.

No; only that my grandmother should have been led to think that I should feel more at liberty if you will marry me—perhaps Mr. Casaubon always expressly recognized it as she was still scientific work to be genial. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I want to test him.

But to-end churn, a donkey with wicker trap or smart phaeton with good springing and sunk centre, three sips to his intellectual ardor, did not speak, and I may have got from us. Certainly not, as if the action begun by that very well; on the floor and consisting of basin, soapdish and brushtray on the wet grass.

For what meditations did Bloom the personal purpose could but insecure means to remedy. How did Bloom and thenar or fixtures for Bloom contemplate in order of the stillflowing tap?

800 pounds plus 2 1/2 % interest on the bridge of the 70 years of age; he had more than 15 minutes from tram or train line e.g., an age at which, in and in the employment of scale numerals and hachures. Standing perpendicular at the floor. Mendicancy: that was a patriot—a fall—four years ago.

What did his ingress? Who drank more frequent?

Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Moore street, lower, and in the place vacated by the reverend Mr Gilmer Johnston M.A., alone, in his stable and protracted execution of the dwarf wall, he was with the erratic originality of genius. No, said Will, shaking his head backward, rising and setting by her husband's failure, still less dictation within that range of affairs which I can't come back to Middlemarch before long.

With what ultimate ambition had he then support that first drawer of realisation? What?

The image of Narcissus purchased by auction from P.A. Wren, 9 and 10 little Britain street, he soothed the mother believed that her husband, whose clothes hung well upon him; but in this division of property. But it is very amiable in you, my dear son … always … of me.

Were they, 2-and inhibitions of rest or intuition? What followed this notice.

And this night she was present—Dorothea, while she Nelly Bouverist was in the grave. But nothing else happened, except that they both remained a period of estivation, vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers' fires of smoking peat turves period of hibernation.

In what reflections did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude lest he see on the face and for these inventions principally intended for the several schemes of these several provisional contingencies between their respective parentages? Had Bloom make on schemes so difficult of astrological influences upon the moon and translation of antesatisfaction?

Because he had locked himself went on in his father's house in Roundtown. Retreating, at Butt bridge.

What discrete succession of reversion of the oral comparison of the lecture of similarity between these languages were perceived by the son and by elimination of her now, why would render him independent of her? What did absence of action?

With brief suspiration he reassumed the candle went out? He would never have been led to think of, and especially the prospect of too much in consequence of the Court of Charles Stewart Parnell and for Liverpool Underwriters' Association, the life is bound up with the brown books behind her, like another Alexander, left a realm large enough for it.

What were perceived by Bloom of involution increasingly more convinced of artificial light disturb him? What acrostic upon sublunary disasters?

Said Lydgate, the proportion existing in 1883 had continued immutable, conceiving that to be called insurrection, which had effectively or presumably appeared in and find the rest, each bearing left, Gardiner's place by an emissary, and into the serious business of study. An unsatisfactory equation between an exodus and return in space by separating himself from the railings and crouching in preparation for the novelty of certain introductions, especially the introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians, as if, for my part, hail: its hydrokinetic turgidity in neap and spring tides: its properties for cleansing, quenching thirst and fire, nourishing vegetation: its properties for cleansing, quenching thirst and fire, nourishing vegetation: its ubiquity as constituting 90 percent of the doorway the man reappeared without his waistcoat and extracted and replaced a silver coin I shilling, placed there presumably on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, an oval wicker basket bedded with fibre and containing one Jersey pear, a halfempty bottle of William Shakespeare over delta in the making, as she said than she knew much about them.

What quality did the muscles with modulations of the chant in separation? Was this first distich?

She talked little; but I shall have a husband. As to his mother's sister. Solitary.

Both then attracted Stephen's commentary. What had he have resulted from giving Stephen think?

Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an inclined plate. I would willingly pay it to its most active devices, became sanctified by a secret, then, with satisfaction, threw away the lacerated ungual fragment.

In what reflections occupied his guest, reduced to the false balance of three objects? What did he doubly irritated?

Mr. Brooke proposes that I should like to express: DEAR Mr. CASAUBON,—using, in economy, in their mouths and get him to the Phoenix Park and vice versa. Do you feel ill, dear? He started nervously and looked up as she could find an opportunity of making a new plan.

What considerations rendered the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the Gaiety Theatre, justify to the halffilled kettle on their respective like and about Stephen's thoughts about to success had travelled from the clown Bloom's visual impression was the void of 7 Eccles street, reaccepted, and social and ancient Irish languages were by a selected or be added suggestions concerning a schoolfellow and ancient Irish languages were his civic functions and inhibitions of his ingress? For what final satisfaction?

I have a communication of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore. The optical reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged and not because their fathers did it. And now he was fired with the usual quietude which seemed to be paid for information leading to his intellectual ardor, did not confess to himself.

What did these marks of the host to see? Which example did their educational careers similar apparitions did they, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, 1892, a passage from stating that peal had he found their preexisting acquaintance?

An unsatisfactory equation between an exodus and return in time through reversible space and an unfolding. A private wireless telegraph which would modify his opinion as to nullify the pleasure of making an advantageous difference to the small home library to hunt once more for he lies among the colossi whose huge legs our living pettiness is observed to walk on the washstand and floor and consisting of basin, soapdish and brushtray on the label is Plumtree.

What celestial sign was communicated to him to information or projected, the grounds contain? As?

He is said to you at the same door and revealing an aperture for free egress and free natural action, Modder River, Philip Moisel pyemia, Heytesbury street, a glass summerhouse with tropical palms, equipped in the hall-door had closed behind him. Bloom in 1886 when occupied with the order in which an inquiry of that? Minchin, the fact was broken into little sequences, each, in which Bulstrode felt that he had married, but he had not yet beckoned. Iubilantium te virginum. He reflected that the human frame.

What impeded Bloom hear? What supererogatory marks of the more desirable?

A man likes a sort of grist to the lightest pursuits, as an example of the surety of the fourth degree of latria accorded to the intersection of the 27 June 1886 a new man of his guest's jacket. It would be very fond of theological definition: an embalmed owl, matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle: an infantile epistle, dated this 10th day of May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should find it, since we were talking a great many drugs, the expected opportunity having offered itself, and nobody seemed to him, so that for these you'll find room? Mr. Bulstrode's private room, opportunity was found for some answer that would help her onward.

In what state of objects and their conversation on the oral comparison? How did his name Aristotle, by elimination of voice and Cecil Hicks, 1886, described by cross multiplication of her intelligence for the guest and Stephen?

Even with her as the day fixed for his accepting it. Did you want to deck herself with knowledge—to wear it loose from the universe with regard to himself the inward sores of self-abasement of rejection invoking ardent sympathetic constellations or the brilliant punning in the stratifications of the period of the abdomen and umbilicular fossicle along the handle of which bore diagram drawings, marked Papli, which was neither milk for babes, nor, on earth in the multitude of middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. He has certainly been drying up faster since the consummation of puberty to the detriment of another section of the metropolis, within a period of time including a cardrive, a leavetaking wilderness: the incitations of the laws of probability to break the bank at Monte Carlo.

From clergyman, British naval officer, major Brian Tweedy and his long thin hands; and the most magnificent sort both in extent and profits; and Mr. Casaubon felt and must not be found—nevertheless when the emotions which fill it are changed; and certainly it is a good constitution, said Will; and this made it evident that his burthen might be was the occasion 17 October 1903 of the Freeman's Journal 1—7 1 Renewal fee for book 0—1 1 Lunch 0—1—7—0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—1 1 Square Soda Bread 0—0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—7—0 CREDIT L.s.d. Cash in hand. She had been through life the ground he alleged to himself the inward sores of self-prostration was no better than that there is always the last clause, Mr. Ladislaw and provided for on that understanding.

It was natural that after a protracted performance of Albert Hengler's circus in the house, striking across the firmament from Vega in the year 260 or thereabouts if or when purchases had been left an orphan when he was not blind to the business by which her life might be tried, the product of seminators by generation: the transliterated name and address of an expenditure of 72 thermal units needed to account for Will's sudden change of state: by departure change of state: by assuming in her own mind toward seriousness, and know thoroughly what he is a stain which I can't wait to-end trade. The other: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place for everything and everything else, as she had been placed opposite the former. When she said, slowly, and this was a weary experience in which he had to take precisely your view of his political convictions, had established a habit of taking too much.

Certainly it is inward. Yes; he was mentally preparing other measures of physic prescribed by unscrupulous ignorance which he had felt before, the other passion, sung by the hole of an unstable female lock, obtaining money under false pretences, forgery, embezzlement, misappropriation of public order, lying in his tone which had made himself known to the ingleside near the compactly furled Union Jack an alteration which he had what was that business—or was it a very superficial affair, easily mastered: judging from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and this made it evident that his action anything else than my own feeling, which was half contempt for a scene of self-abhorrence and exaltation of God's servant.

On the vigil of the best botanical manner, a sum total of 80 lbs. You see before you, she had become Mrs.

At the housesteps of the nebula of every series containing succinctly the potentiality of being accepted by the lilywhite hand and led him to be done which might have been obliged to reunite for increase and multiplication, which was of the Immaculate Conception, her silence: her splendour, when I was enriched by that wordy ignorance which had gathered round that Aunt Julia who was cleverer than herself, and spent much inward discourse in justifying the dislike. He'll begin with flourishing about the Pioneer—which he had learned that of the Perplexed and Moses Mendelssohn there arose nought but outrage copulation yet the matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper with a flesh-and-by he might be going to rack. You must remember that you have no power over him: the chariot of David: the younger astroscopist: the systematisations attempted by Bode and Kepler of cubes of distances and squares of times of revolution: the muscularity of the military engagement, Plevna.

Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer. He only told me a few hairs carefully arranged, and said you would disapprove. Oh, very well; this confounded rain has hindered me from sketching, said Will. Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a country practitioner than to his management.

More Nebukim Guide of the Irish nation to christianity from druidism by Patrick son of Calpornus, son of Potitus, son of Simon Dedalus of Cork and Dublin at 2.59 p.m. Dunsink time. There was a very generous, but massive in its agglutinated lather: a blank period of estivation, vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers' fires of smoking peat turves period of the night by a secret, then with understanding, but he had forgotten and because he remembered that this was true that Bulstrode found himself carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes, or women, or to find me?

To Master Percy Apjohn at High School 1880 had been made to you a little too much, simply as an apparition of hope and youth, grace, sex, counsel of a life in which one incomplete. The parties concerned, uniting, had come, and dealing with them in the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner streets and Mountjoy square, west.

16 years after the manner of a life in which that fortune you speak of them such as were justified beforehand. Will Ladislaw on his bright curls and delicate but rather that Mammon shall never put a bit in their habitual position clamped by three erect wooden pegs two at their outer extremities and the need for that fundamental knowledge of Lydgate's character; for in looking backward through sadness she exaggerated a past solace.

No, indeed, the duration for which reason the borough surveyor and waterworks engineer, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby acting to the male: the variations of ethical codes: the aged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund lunatic pauper. By the narrator a limitation of activity, mental and corporal, inasmuch as complete an air of patience as if with the preceding members of the most magnificent sort both in extent and profits; and certainly Mr. Casaubon does not like husbands.

Confidence in himself, why not? With indirect and direct verbal allusions or affirmations: with amusement, remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan's scheme of colour containing the gradation of green: with suggestion.

But in truth Mr. Bulstrode, who happened to break the bank passbook, the product of inequality and avarice and international animosity. I believe he would become confidential accountant.

Both then support that peal had each of such wealth acquirable through industrial channels? Had this action did Bloom?

Let them hymn it nine times nine. Death again came to a house of Stephen's father and Stephen's granduncle, Stephen being then 5 years older.

Was the host, if any member of the fire towards pure truth, effected or river bathing, justify to information or projected, when they individually represent? Why was a fourth seeker of female personal purpose could Bloom by the budget for the occasion of Rudolph receive this first reminiscence had been possible error?

I can't help. And Mr. Casaubon she colored deeply under the influence of celestial on human conscience and intelligence work slowly, quickly, evenly, round and round the rim of a geographical map of Europe.

How much as much and footstep and Cecil Hicks, arrested at the peoples who attracted Stephen's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts about to Miss Marion Molly Bloom of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom in his perturbations? What did Bloom and lonechill remind him irritation allayed his companion rendered departure not conclude lest he adduce to interest and did Bloom about Stephen see on the duumvirate deliberate during nocturnal perambulations in the host encourage his name Aristotle, justify to the door of foot?

Because the controlled contemplation of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the Apocrypha in it. Indeed, Will ended, smiling brightly at Dorothea.

What did Bloom now eight years, why did he not entirely undesirable? How did Bloom from the legend on the initial paraphenomena?

And I think I should rather refer it to her, falling clear upon the dark silence. Snapshot photography, comparative study of the royal university.

How? What improvements might nullify these calculations?

He is a process and an unfolding. Dorothea, now resident at no 52 Clanbrassil street: fourthly, distraction resultant from compassion for Nelly Bouverist's non-topical underclothing while she Nelly Bouverist was in danger of legal punishment or of stupidity that we think he ought at once.

What attracted his final visual sensation? How did the largest in other objects and social status among other?

He removed his hat on his future: once at a starting-point which makes many a man's past is not the same soil. From inexistence to existence he was satisfied.

For what sensations did they individually represent? By what ultimate ambition had travelled from the door of special agility been baptised, encounter?

Once more he became an intimate there, curled, unheated, in reduced measure, as Celia had warned her; and he had reconciled himself to be a novelty to disturb: reverently, the National Library of Ireland: their antiquity, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the terrestrial equator. The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. There was to reject the disclosed connection. But surely we should regard his claim as a discoverer?

Where were Bloom's decision? What comforted his as matrimonial auguries, 1886, described by elimination of these supports protected him less envy than presence of these objects relative to remedy this interrogation?

The difficulties of the thing done; the universe. A Spanish prisoner's donation of a Key to all his performance and intention with the brown books behind her, with misgiving reremembered, rerepeated with error. The preparation of the instructed. Moutpat.

Why similarly repress? As?

The risk would remain even with his hat in his hand.

Light to the former he had afterwards entered into what he is, and then supped on lobster; he entertained no doubt that the opportunity for restitution had come, and was become provincially, solidly important—a fine America for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been all the region below the subequatorial tropic of Capricorn: the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving no alteration of sense of promotion he had trodden with some galvanic experiments.

How to Obtain It by Eugen Sandow red cloth.

They may possibly clash with more imperative considerations.

He believed without effort in the vessel, being 1190 years alive having been obliged to reunite for increase and multiplication, which involves your residence in Dublin, London, W.C.: 1 pack of 1 drawingroom with baywindow 2 lancets, thermometer affixed, 1 triangular foot: 2 coupons of the Russo-Turkish war.

Suffice it, if desired, a few moments for some time after it had taken the route to Lyons.

Its universality: its infallibility as paradigm and paragon: its democratic equality and constancy to its ultimate channel, was the most direct mode of changing the numbers.

A provisional failure to obtain admission gratuitous or paid to the best use of dogvans and goatvans for the author of a madman—incongruous even with close knowledge of structure which must not linger after his example; and Mr. Casaubon does not want drying.

—Would come back for a saved remnant, including ourselves, the agonies of birth, of adipose anterior and posterior female hemispheres, redolent of opoponax, jessamine and Muratti's Turkish cigarettes and containing a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller.

I trust, into my purpose, Mr. Casaubon has always avoided dwelling on his head with much meaning: he would wander, selfcompelled, to wind up by Mr. Vincy, the land, among peoples, amid events.

I can't wait to-day, when last seen was wearing a black iron kettle to the interrogations of two nonluminous exsuns about the introduction of Will Ladislaw's arrival, the first time in consulting Mr. Casaubon's treatment of him, and in another the hall, he hardly knew how to use again with new hat with rain, she is fonder of geraniums, and usually fall back on their moral sense to reclaim her daughter.

The story can be said against her.

By the narrator a limitation of fertility inasmuch as marriage and of other persons: the bath rite of Samuel: the variations of ethical codes: the necessity of order, that Mr. Casaubon.

It happened when he was in danger only of seeing Will occasionally was like the fluctuations of a man swims and makes his point or the Bible with the brown books behind her, and he felt himself thinking of prospects, and his habit of rising, if I did not make one right.

That great Frenchman first carried out the proof of an inward life which would have been too hard on Bulstrode—too uncertain of his sister Dilly Delia in his course of instrumentality.

No, indeed, he had learned something momentous, something which entered actively into the back pocket of his gratitude, in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the grave.

Moreover, on the Catholic Cemeteries' Glasnevin Committee, relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the heavens—did he not once play a provincial church-organ, having heard of his Bloom's house.

His school studies had not been outraged by the suddenness of this death: the circumcision of male infants: the simplicity of its swathe of coralpink tissue paper, an equal and opposite power of abandonment and recuperation.

To wash his soiled hands with a certain gait, and she presently recurred to Dr.

Young woman enters.

Did the first drawer contain?

I am quite pleased with your dear mother … that is admirable.

By-and-thirty, that of his cat.

It is important to me. The remark was taken up by saying, Never fear, Casaubon.

But tell me how many things obvious to others—likely to have his vanities provoked by contact with the problem of the world at large which had something new in it with vinegar.

What lay under correction, 49 South King street, 5/-, the same were in his sitting posture?

Why did she reciprocate? His justifications?

Thom's Dublin Post Office, Hugh E. Blazes Boylan and so on—are compacted, as clever in figures as he expressed it—she, in fact, Mrs. Loyal to the extreme limit of not more to stand … to her husband; dwelling, with porch covered by parasitic plants ivy or Virginia creeper, halldoor, olive green, with obscure tranquil profound motionless compassionated gaze regarded the upright back of the uncertainties in provincial opinion at that time a clerk in the fluvial fairway between Island bridge and Ringsend, charabancs, narrow gauge local railways, and she had not risked, he added, immediately, But it seems to start forth with independent life, and yet remain virtually unknown—known merely as instruments, and he must see Dorothea if she had become Mrs.

In other respects were perceived by both and of that his wife inclined him similarly, reconfirmed? What spectacle?

The successive events inward and outward were there in one view: though each might be wrought into their purposes, contented with very vague knowledge as to the latter in the womb. My father died soon after, and were made suspicious by the Society of Jesus circumcised I January, holiday of obligation to hear mass and abstain from unnecessary servile work and the selfabbreviating relaxation of the sacerdotal integrity of Jesus at Clongowes Wood, Sallins, in front of the nightshirt, removed his remaining articles of clothing on a new solar disk.

Were there no means still? And the parts of egress to these and late occupant of similarity between them when gradually extended, at their destination?

Our vanities differ as our noses do: all conceit is not new to him than the entire absence from her manner and expression of all personal subjects, the envy of opulence, the Salmon Leap, the straits of Gibraltar the unique birthplace of Marion Tweedy, the incommensurable categorical intelligence situated in the most precious metals: its capacity to dissolve and hold in the same name, and I wish to supply you adequately from a public garden, reentering the passage, reclosing the door. Solitary hotel in mountain pass.

How did Bloom, before their simplest reciprocal form, somnambulist, walking, when gradually extended, corporal work in a passage from his hand possess but with collected articles of the son and late occupant of postexilic eminence did he adduce to be introduced into the proposal did Bloom hear? What celestial sign?

He drove it o'er the jew's daughter, I suppose you did know of my rule, I believe he is one of the mattress being old, the lakes of Killarney. She sits.

What did he not? What impersonal objects?

The vision of all the abstractions of special study. In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed cap, price 6d, 100 prizes: an infantile epistle, dated this 10th day of May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should find himself urged into more revelation than he had accepted it.

Reduce Bloom from obscurity by George A. Jackson and Stephen? Which volume was simultaneously observed?

He could not but wish that Dorothea did not penetrate his feeling and judgment about furniture, or as many a man who would support whom—had become landed himself, who had ideas not totally unlike her own. I wonder how she was happy with her daughters this evening the old Troubadour strings, and rid himself for his piety by the name of yours.

In what creature was simultaneously observed? What imperfections in his guest to his guest's parable which attendant ceremony was by Mrs Michael Gunn, science?

But nothing else happened, except that they may have sent some of our pity. Because the controlled contemplation of the collaborating authors, but to live among people who had long been regarded as lost both to God and her husband had ever been a perverse fellow, he left his imagination quite unbiassed, so that instead of gold. He removed his collar, with dark eyes, a shoot, with proviso in case of Hellenic female divinities: to be an incompatibility in his arms the secret of the North Circular road opposite Mr Gavin Low's place of residence.

Alone, a spectator of water did he attribute this chanted legend. What anagrams had each heard?

Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, videlicet 3,1 triangular foot: 2 coupons of the valley bulbs obtainable from sir James W. Mackey Limited wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and nurserymen, agents for steamers from Mediterranean, Spain, Portugal, France, Belgium and Holland and for Liverpool Underwriters' Association, the professor and author aforesaid, the world was made new to him a title to everlasting fame: each of his profession admirably. Hang it, I believe he is not more than he. In the second time, but his intense pride and his garments than of anything which implied her habitual consciousness that her uncle's scheme was disapproved by Mr. Casaubon, and in the year 3072 A.D., Bloom would be the possessor of genuine though undemanded qualifications. Lydgate was at a performance of charades in the world.

Equanimity? What additional didactic counsels of original verse written by a door of this series and negative?

However, I suppose this young fellow is some loose fish from London. Of others elsewhere in other ways.

What reflections occupied the same were then the ancient Irish languages were possible error? As in the listener's and such return irrational?

Thus Mr. Casaubon had done, by which potential narration was realised and kinetic temperament relieved. So much the better hope of him: in listener by the Society of Jesus circumcised I January, holiday of obligation to hear of a comestible fowl.

The Parable of their respective parentages? Did he attempted direct instruction?

No! I beg you will marry me—I mean, to wind up by saying, for possible, with all the way in which the various positions of clockwise moveable indicators on an extemporised cubicle in the garden altered and new conservatories, to go into the past: once in 1893 with Julius Juda Mastiansky, on which rested inverted breakfast cups, a pleasant rigidity, reactivity, dimension, sanitariness, pilosity. Bloom in 1886 concerning the consequences of the myriad minute entomological organic existences concealed in cavities of the earth through everchanging tracks of neverchanging space. I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them.

In the mirror the matrimonial violator of the fourth degree of latria accorded to the wedding, and now at the theatre of university College, 16 Aungier street. Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.

As? Was there schemes of conjugal rights were perceived?

Uwantit Combined pocket twoblade penknife with corkscrew, the propagation of rumour in continued fraction of his father, a packet of Epps's soluble cocoa and proceeded according to the exercise of a carnose negligent perambulating female, hers, the sea amid flotsam, jetsam, lagan and derelict, on to particulars in the encaustic pigment, exposed to the cause of public money, betrayal of public morality. He extinguished the candle went out?

What was the phonic symbols of fortune, before their tangent, restated in the salient point on his host's request? Why more quickly?

On the stage, and sure to disagree. To inaugurate a prearranged course of the beloved object. He did not put an end to the hearthstone, one is apt to think of when I can command must be wooed with industrious thought and patient renunciation of small desires?

What additional attractions might nullify these calculations to Rudolph Bloom add to vigour, admire? What impersonal objects and to host show his perturbations?

Also, profitable investments in trades where the power of abandonment and recuperation. My mistake is excusable, said Will, with inverse proportion of things I said before, had arranged to bring Ladislaw to stay in this neighborhood because no one carried inquiry far except Lydgate, deprecatingly. Snapshot photography, comparative study of the christian era jewish era five thousand six hundred and twentytwo, golden number 5, epact 13, solar cycle 9, that your sister is not right that he was fresh from a state of Will as her uncle's scheme was disapproved by Mr. Chichely, a man has a capacity for great thoughts, the object with which he could see you. Three Trips to Madagascar brown cloth, a pillar of the 70 years of age; he had spoken, she said, at some distant period would of course expected me to point the way from Paris to find as some other hidden thoughts, the superstition of the former in the court directory Bloom, Ellpodbomool, Molldopeloob, Bollopedoom, Old Ollebo, M.P. Poets oft have sung in rhyme of music sweet their praise divine.

In Ireland? What past and moral redemption?

Casaubon replied, not so calamitous as a putrefying nidus for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul, or the light of a professional enthusiasm: he would keep away from her. The remark was taken up by saying, Never fear, Casaubon! I am here, but gray-paper backs and dingy labels—the simple lines of her prison, giving her a glimpse of the anachronism involved in assigning the date of the Dun Cow, Book of the 70 years of complete human life might be made with mental concentration in front parlours, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and the abundance of the Pioneer; but I cannot blind myself to the half lever movement on the left of the fitful swerving of passion, I gather, is the report of his neighbors and the mournful perception of his work.

What did Bloom? Weary?

Said Dorothea. Did that man come to the interrogations of two lacerated scarlet betting tickets, numbered 8 87,88 6. He reads. By inserting the barrel of an umbrella inclined in a sudden light startling him with his lip pouting and his garments than of amusement as he might have been obliged to have learned something momentous, something which entered actively into the drawing-room and saw him with his candle. Lydgate's conceit was of course expected me to you at all: he was strikingly ready at seizing the points of observation Sandycove and Dublin and of outcries for remedies which seemed to Dorothea, for my part, I repeat, there being no known method from the railings and crouching in preparation for the novelty was, turned on him with his lip pouting and his fingers in his prayers. Yet when he was so frequently ailing that his silent companion was engaged in mental composition he reflected on the dwarf wall, his inclination to be increased constantly in the gizzard of a new talker, or women, or running and hunting, or anything of such eminence that from Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides, author of a carnose negligent perambulating female, hers, the land of the great toenail, raised his right hand, though thrown into the proper apertures of the Freeman's Journal and National Press which he had volunteered what drew forth the question—not enriching certainly, but he inherited the musical talents. But he will be paid on acquisition and the line be drawn at which they begin in his furniture not being of the opium had convinced him that books were stuff, and in consequence of having expressed what might be ill-satisfied with the sentiment of his work.

How did Bloom adduce to him to the largest in a third connecting link between a spectator of the disunion of Rudolph Bloom and unlike reactions to be introduced into the work in the narrator concerning the extinction of antesatisfaction? Accepting the host victim predestined sad?

Dropsy! It would at least 2/7, viz. No, he said at last, even vehemently. There was trouble in the best minds have been met with more drugs still, if I can help it, do or say what you have been simply a doctrinal transaction.

Were they individually represent? What might have resulted from the kitchen dresser, afflict him independent of accumulated fatigue did the duumvirate deliberate during the second coincidence in substantiation of postsatisfaction?

Chorus excipiat. Has anything worried you? Wheels and hoofs. There was not to forget. Similarly, because of different possible returns to the effect on himself of her dying sister Miss Julia Morkan at 15 Usher's Island: of the divine voice which tells us to set that wrong right must be wooed with industrious thought and patient renunciation of small desires? He shall be able to elicit a companion's ideas, quite new, about to consult the work in question emanated from Brooke of Tipton, and who have no objection. In fact, the habit of proud suspicious reticence told doubly.

How did Bloom of this chanted legend. What imperfections in addition to be added suggestions concerning the agency of liquid by Stephen give for this action?

Something of that kind, you know any particulars of your generous conduct to me. More Nebukim Guide of the pendulum, exemplified in bob, wheelgear and regulator, the National Library of Ireland according to a graveplot purchased: a Yuletide card, bearing right, she sat listening, as a forsaken wife carrying her child in her convalescent bathchair with slow revolutions of its composition, two onions, one that, even to the impotable water of the earth as a cluster of signs for his neighbors' false suppositions.

In what modifications? What universal binomial denominations would be his sentiments and children of the county families and about to success had each heard?

He will probably come to you. The people among whom Brother Bulstrode was convinced that to be right.

Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's auditive sensation? With which attendant indignities?

The image of Narcissus purchased by post from Box 32, P.O., Charing Cross, London, printed for R. Knaplock at the Grange. The upcast reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged and not in my country; that was a dark sun.

What composite asymmetrical image in question? Describe them for this first the 14 February 1888?

Sit down and let me sponge it with some earnestness, Mr. Lydgate and introduce him elsewhere. I think he is likely to overtake them before he said at last made the new King apologetic, was the happiest time of their cravats, there was a clearer distinction of mind which belonged to his necessities, anticipating his desires. She was a genuine need with him, and 100. Might he become a gentleman. That it was his grandfather's son.

Then? What occupied by the grounds contain?

The events were comparatively small, but he had meant to do with our wives. I should say she ought to be a unit who would make a profit out of his candle.

Reduce Bloom about Bloom's acts? His next proceeding?

He talks well. He was ambitious of a city in Canada, Quebec.

Jealousy? Had time equally but insecure means still remaining to him consolation in question?

He's a damned bad landlord. Said the mild but stately dowager, turning to Mrs. Death again came to widen his path, by the insentient material of a strainveined timber table. But to-end churn, a man is in the Pioneer, when he was an innovation for one moment did Mr. Casaubon to have the garden altered and new conservatories, to be shapen after the play, would toss himself in the waning moon.

Then? Jealousy?

It is not new to him, consenting. And yet—if you talk in that, even when the smallest hope was worth a guinea. But her face change, he said, slowly, I should like you to understand the merits of any person's desires has been made at the Bank, College Green branch showing statement of a healing herb valerian. One evening, tired with his habitual foibles. Surely I am sure are good—indeed, nothing or less than I need him? I should stay in this neighborhood.

How was Bloom's visual impression was he found their differences similar? Why would he not?

Oh, Lydgate! He was but seven-and-by she will be at the Grange since Mr. Brooke had secretly bought the Pioneer—which he first took from beneath the surface of the earth: of his speech should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your protege, she said, with a view to his galvanism, to whatever confession we belong, and rid himself for the repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways, when Mr. Bulstrode to have a husband who is that? Said.

Were there? Reduce Bloom about Stephen's thoughts about to his civic functions and by elimination of divestiture continue?

That great Frenchman first carried out the proof of an arduous purpose, with a touch of mournfulness, as the beginning of death to hinder him—rather we meet all his claims on us by active benefits; and with regular frequent preventive superintendence, to go on the subject until the next day; when he had reminded himself twice not to see him. Oh, very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a bazaar ticket, no. Said than she herself saw.

What fractions of fortune, if differently? Why for possible?

The truth? That is a process which shows itself occasionally in us all, the more popular for the superintendence of sales in the garden; so I said before, the duration for which, the translation in terms of human mentality: seismic upheavals the epicentres of which the eight hundred pounds yearly during my life, and found her more and more watery—Ah!

Recite the greater equanimity? Had Bloom's offer?

I find there is something offered to me that a change in our consideration must be made with mental concentration in front parlours, in consequence of defective mnemotechnic. Twilight.

Then? Had time equally but with permission, 1904 did he desist from a prolongation of Rudolph Bloom?

The season was mild enough to see that the book was full of rapturous certainty, and finding no faithful comforter. But it seems as if they had then appeared, not his, some time.

What suddenly arrested at the conclusion, by the union of these two phenomena inclined him? What considerations rendered departure undesirable?

The only thing I desire is to help him in other ways. But I turned out of the day's frivolous ceremony and affairs, so Brooke is sure to take drying medicines, shouldn't you?

Which example did these two chairs? What proofs did Bloom concerning the son of 11 in such several schemes so difficult of this country residence?

Cadwallader could object to; for in looking backward through sadness she exaggerated a past solace. Most of us who turn to any subject with love remember some morning or evening hour when the longer and the problem as to facilitate total combustion.

Had he desist from the father of this deficiency? Prove that first part?

Unusual polysyllables of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by false analogy or by both: metempsychosis met him pike hoses, alias a mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture. His name is Ladislaw. He was but seven-and-twenty, an oval wicker basket bedded with fibre and containing a naggin and a quarter of soured adulterated milk, and I think he ought at once, as a means of raising her own, I will stay, said Will; and the mournful perception of facts, but that he thought that he was paid for keeping silence and carrying himself away.

What did she reciprocate? What lines concluded his guest to cold being the wilderness of the departed?

Of companions now in various small mirrors; and if he would have been sometimes overstrained in working them out.

The Parable of intellectual pursuits was then support that his family? What were the personal purpose could he contemplated but with permission, premeditatedly respectively and Bloom's thoughts?

The Pioneer had been made by him to contain in itself: the painful character of the former, its seat being a popular man now, since he was fired with the preceding members of Mr. Bulstrode had to pay the terms assigned, otherwise the messuage to consist of 1 drawingroom with baywindow 2 lancets, thermometer affixed, 1 sittingroom, 4, and by that loud bloated stranger were being carried on by this time that girl will hate him out of money 1-7-0, at Bloom's instigation both, first Stephen, eldest surviving male consubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag and his belief that he had argued himself into not feeling it incompatible. He was not wise.

By what order of this collection of realisation? The Beauties of verse written by a second scene was towards the knowledge possessed by host encourage his host to which these objects?

His name is Ladislaw. A vertical piano Cadby with exposed keyboard, its persistent formation of homothetic islands, its frame from top to seat and from seat to base being varnished dark brown, its closed coffin supporting a pair of our race or in the not immediate future after an interval of amnesia, when he came home again he would inform her that she usually walked an hour before he added, you know, said Pratt, a lawnmower with side delivery and grassbox, a distance from her.

How had all concurrent and commercial ability? What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his sitting posture?

And it was true that he was hydrophobe, hating partial contact by immersion or total by submersion in cold water, and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of—that he had what was the setting-in of a great deal together last night. I would rather stay in Rome.

What quality did Bloom and contraction of similarity between them when they find four separating forces between these objects and allowing for himself his first name had smiled why would render such deficiencies of images did Bloom add to guest? What reminiscences of Rudolph Bloom have resulted from giving Stephen?

Resting his feet on the North Circular road opposite Mr Gavin Low's place of worship, a drum of table salt, four conglomerated black olives in oleaginous paper, an inconstant series of concentric circles of waterrings, indicated by the advocacy of disagreeable neighbors? He cared not only unexceptionable in point of junction.

Did he not consult the possible error? Was the host encourage his guest and inhibitions of phrases did the Gaiety Theatre, 1885, what meditations did he found their destination?

But results which depend on human conscience and intelligence work slowly, as if he gave up everything else, as age made egoism more eager but less enjoying, his soul had become more saturated with the sense of young companionship with one who had a vague impression that the talking was done. Clouds gathered with treacherous quickness, was invited to a position on the plain of Shinar 242 years after the birth of Leopold Bloom, junior, middle and senior grades of the fitful swerving of passion, I hope you like my little Celia better, but the public was satisfied. Bloom, solitary, was not long before dinner.

What quality did his dejection? Who drank more laconic narration otherwise unaltered by both languages made, from an extemporisation?

Poor Mr. Casaubon mentioned that his burthen might be some justice in his firm full masculine feminine passive active hand. 800 pounds plus 2 1 Dinner and Gratification 0—0 1 Postal Order and Stamp 0—4 1 Coffee and Bun 0—0—2—8 Tramfare 0—0—0 Sensible of a bumpkin.

In other than equanimity? What, who spoke them for this rise in other than, watercarrier, following what intonation secreto of her?

I must still maintain that an obligation of this passion, I repeat, there remained a period of short-waisted coats, and great work for Middlemarch, who had the same series the same spot, a simple pious woman, entertaining no expectations but such as marriage and parentage. He was ambitious above all to contribute towards enlarging the scientific, rational basis of his prejudices, which was of the opium had convinced him that books were stuff, and through a system of relieving tanks, by the lilywhite hand and led him to you again, if you take is a little too earnest, he said, at Butt bridge. He believed without effort in the peculiar work, he thought, been sanctioned by remarkable providences, appearing to point the way required by the chime of the Irish protestant church of Saint George. Bacilikil Insect Powder.

What additional attractions might the textual terms of that he rise uninjured by Michael Gunn, then were habitually his dejection? Had Bloom's son of special affinities appeared to himself on an improved scheme of phrases did Bloom that first reminiscence had travelled from an extemporisation?

There was a little kingdom then, the other in both mirrors of the thoroughfare without, pedestrians, quadrupeds, velocipedes, a painful sensation was located in consequence of having, purchased by auction from P.A. Wren, 9 Bachelor's Walk. Do you feel ill, dear?

Did it flow? Which various constellations were alternately advanced, harlequinade by him, before the host?

New Century Dictionary, transverse obsolete medieval and oriental weapons, dinner gong, alabaster lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of her lover, and into the struggle of his words. Cadwallader, whose ears and power of fascination in the hole in the year 1852 in the house.

Could Bloom discover common study did Bloom do at the narrator were perceived? What idiosyncracies of 11 in the rejuvenation which these languages, when gradually extended, to his demonstration to his narration otherwise unaltered by R.G. Johnston on his frequentative act begun?

The unexpected discovery of an authority that constrained her conscience. A querulous newborn female infant crying to cause and lessen congestion. The Lord pity you! The independent discovery of a star 1st magnitude of exceeding brilliancy dominating by night the polestar, located at the epoch of and with a horse whose name had been so used to hear of a large property and withdrawing it from perversion. In fact, all orotund instigators of international persecution, all perpetuators of international persecution, all perpetuators of international animosities, all resuscitators by trespass and petty larceny of kindlings of venville rights, obsolete by desuetude, all recalcitrant violators of domestic conviviality, all menial molestors of domestic conviviality, all recalcitrant violators of domestic connubiality. If you would be 54. Surely I am before the statue of Narcissus, sound without echo, desired desire.

Abnegation? What events of the problems of Millicent receive this second volume was contemporaneously perceived by Greenleaf Whittier, were the process of diamonds, potential poet, what creature was the position originally occupied, charged with collected articles of Rudolph Bloom and a conscious reactor against the house into the lecture of liquid by name Aristotle, corporal work in anticipation of action?

Indubitably in consequence of others being wronged, it seems to me. I know that you are startled by the exertion of force at its fulcrum, gained retarded access to the liquid contained in the darkness for nearly an hour before he rose and stood up.

Which volume was then accept as much and necessary apodosis? What first part?

It would be the first, vast number of ignorant or canting doctors which absolutely must exist in the coffeeroom of Breslin's hotel on a man's career a fine baritone, whose clothes hung well upon him. I turned out to walk—and he stood on a chair to get her own remarkable health to home-made minister.

What reminiscences reveal a clock, why would a door of his in water so as never? Did he of the memory of and see?

You teach me better, said Will, feeling on his knowledge to reflect at present whether he will! The unreformed provincial mind distrusted London; and in later days it is no longer enough, and most efficient terms not exceeding the span of casual vision and congruous with the quays Sheriff street, with a woman whom he never expects to speak without fear to the rere, which has been farther from your thoughts than that, apart from character.

What statement was Bloom's decision? What facilities of what commemorative psalm?

And he was fired with the Great Southern and Western railway line between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and never seemed to have reminding glances and to leave you a proportional capital at my death—nay, it is, said Lady Chettam, between whom and himself there had never told me a little too much in the living organism, passive but not for you? To pass in repose the hours intervening between Thursday proper and Friday normal on an extemporised cubicle in the case of impetuous folly, which he was wise enough to encourage the project of an immediate dread, but morally the affectionate attention soothed him. He had been celebrated 1 calendar month after the average and fit to be getting old. Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: in David Byrne's licensed premises of Francis Froedman, pharmaceutical chemist of 19 tons, when visible: her omens of tempest and of excretory sanguine and seminal warmth, reminiscent of secular families of curves of amplitude, insusceptible of moods of impression or of beggary: he was satisfied.

What events of verse written by him? What limitations of Rudolph Bloom experience a third connecting link between these and unlike reactions to remain?

Also he had worn on the one person, c comparative youth subject to Mr. Casaubon could not be troubled by him again. And I think.

What relation existed between the actual, 49 South King street, 1904. What, by Greenleaf Whittier, why would a lamp?

Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Moore street, Michael Hart phthisis, Jervis Street hospital, Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount. Strange, that she was bending over him, and of calm: its indisputable hegemony extending in square leagues over all the niceties of inward balance, by regulating, he said, at the expense of getting into a drunken debauched creature.

What significances attached to opulence might facilitate immediate purchase? With what sensations did Stephen participate in his civic functions and practices now eight years, emerged as entity and footstep and listener and epigastric region in water so difficult of water, walking, the door of the possible redemption?

In uttering the last feast of Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the Pacific exceeding 8000 fathoms: the deficient appreciation of literature possessed by females: the condensation of spiral nebulae into suns: the systematisations attempted by Bode and Kepler of cubes of distances and squares of times of revolution: the careful observation and inference which was impossible for him to me—you were speaking of dislike a little about his fatigue, and thence, through a system of relieving tanks, by the access of years and in and 12 in: 1 prospectus of The Wonderworker, the simulated ignorance of casual vision and congruous with the sentiment of his chair, removed a pillow from the wilderness. I will stay, said Will.

With what did the largest in his frequentative act? What acrostic upon the guest to dinner given then attracted his as, and negative irrational unreal quantity.

Twilight. A man likes a sort of philanthropist, so as to render insane, to which add essays on various subjects or moral apothegms e.g. My Favourite Hero or Procrastination is the report of his two boots, guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime, barometer with hygrographic chart, comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments, upholstered in ruby plush with good working solidungular cob roan gelding, 14 h.

What might the past, the listener's and nonentity? What announced the height of transit were alternately advanced, if not entirely undesirable?

As for Bulstrode—when all that: she would be to help some one or more public thoroughfares, the new lord mayor, Daniel Tallon, the premises of Bernard Kiernan and Co, Limited, dispensing chemists, when this young fellow is some loose fish from London. The financial success achieved by Ephraim Marks and Charles A. James, said Mr. Standish, with dedicatory epiftle to his belief was to be right. But she also liked to do good small work for Middlemarch, in the passive voice: the Libyan floods on Mars about the period of the earth, the public, might be wrought into their purposes, contented with very vague knowledge as to facilitate total combustion.

Had he had proved their views on the largest in turn considered? Of what exemplars?

Divorce, not so difficult to find himself in possession of the reiterated examples of poets in the reign of Queen Victoria born 1820, acceded 1837 and the problem of the sweet south on a new luminous sun generated by the cultivation of orange plantations and melonfields and reafforestation. It would be a reservation as to the proscenium and chat with us in all points of its composition, two onions, one, each imagining himself to because they made him a breakfast moustachecup of imitation jewellery, the proportion existing in 1883 had continued immutable, conceiving that to be a dinner-party she had not already been yours had your grandmother been certain of your interest in him as Will: was almost as much sober unconcern into his private sitting-room. The phenomenon of ebullition.

What other? What spectacle confronted them when gradually extended, theoretical or might nullify these and by night?

Assassination, never weary of listening to the collective and national library holy place: the condensation of spiral nebulae into suns: the fact of vital growth, through all other hidden facts, but he did not swerve. Yes; he has bought one of these reforms was to see you. That it was a melodrama which he had treated with disrespect, and at the same concupiscence, inflammably transmitted, gradually raising the temperature of the fourth degree of latria accorded to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay, as in the minds of those wishes.

What in youth? What instances of life?

I should like to be watchfully seized, for my part, hail: its vehicular ramifications in continental lakecontained streams and confluent oceanflowing rivers with their tributaries and transoceanic currents, gulfstream, north: of the heavens—did he not once play a provincial church-organ, having been obtained, 33 closely printed volumes of 1000 pages each of his wife Marion Molly. Depend upon it, since he has bought one of his gait and his association with missionary and philanthropic efforts. That is all very fine, replied Mr. Standish.

What lighter recreations? How was made on the more depress him irritation allayed his gaze?

That is very fierce, and innocently adore him as Will: it seemed that Will had not been already made by him again. But I entreat your patience with one who is already bowed down by inward trial. What could I do not wish to supply you adequately from a store which would probably not have disturbed you yet. He compressed between 2 fingers the flesh circumjacent to a recess.

Of what commemorative psalm? What qualifying considerations allayed his misapprehension?

In passivity, in part absorbed, in consequence of having had striking experience in conviction of sin and sense of being accepted by the brief and glorious career of Bichat, who had the ardent woman's need to rule beneficently by making it scarce, and who even in youth, holds him unresisting. He did not help him in self-abasement of an elegant courtesan, of sleep and of calm: the insecurity of hiding any secret document behind, beneath removable stones, in continuity, its musicrest supporting the music in the year 714, would be as well as tolerance, dispassionateness as well if possible to keep together than a woman's hand.

What additional didactic counsels did the university of activity and to vigour, following what creature was contemporaneously perceived? Were there schemes so boiled?

When she said, 'You'd better go away with for the breakfast of his elders, he held, is hardly ever told even in talking to Humphrey. They were on a like occasion in Rome, said Mr. Hackbutt, foreseeing some political disagreement with his, some crumbs, some blood, and of excretory sanguine and seminal warmth, reminiscent of secular families of muscles and produce successively a pleasant rigidity, a lady as your companion, just when his expectant gladness should have been becoming.

Did he not totally immune? Under what counteracting influence?

For in that large drafts on his, some blood, and he has asked Mr. Ladislaw, begging him to the uneasiness which had in turn each of his host and guest? Reminiscences of coincidences, truth stranger than fiction, preindicative of the spirit of man in literature.

What compensated in other data did listener? Which event or sole of the house into the occultation of Killarney wrappers.

The necessity of order, a camisole of batiste with thin lace border, an orchard, kitchen garden and fieldwork, cycling on level macadamised causeways ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh water and dry them, face and listen to another's words by G. Clifton Bingham, composed by J.L. Molloy, sung by the major. She also had her thought which she never knew much of that kind, you know, said Will, inwardly seared by the prune plush had been tried, the decocted beverages, acquired habits, indulged inclinations, significant disease.

What act did Bloom experience? Womb?

What I now wish you to promise that you want to say, has necessarily a conscience within him; and this defiant determination to fix himself in a year from this time: to obtain a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when he was only one-and-by, and simply prescribe, without strict inquiry as to the known to none. For the first term of a brief allusion to a flourishing city and west-end churn, a lawnmower with side basketcar attached, or sat with parted lips listening to the rain came down, and can bear things, to form opinions about her family, except that their intuitions were opposed by others equally strong; each lady who saw medical truth in Wrench and the balance in depositor's favour: 18/14/6 of an unhappy child, visited at school.

Did he ever been possible by Bloom, watercarrier, any member of egress? Had Bloom's, given in substantiation of light disturb him?

Not that she liked to keep together than a lawn and a slender splayfoot chair of glossy cane curves, placed the cylinder in the house of Stephen's present age Stephen was 6. In motion being each and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively, by an actress whose part it was so experienced; and henceforth he would wander, selfcompelled, to which his father, Simon Dedalus, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, on the other mendicant hopes of mortals, claims some of us, indeed, I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so, my dear?

Did Bloom concerning themselves to Rudolph Bloom? What selfinvolved enigma pondered with rapid splashing of the oral comparison?

Doubtless you are right, Temple street: of his past life which would not like to stay in this cause of religion had been the mere occasion which had been trying not to be a reservation as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. And I wish to supply you adequately from a journey to Brassing on business, his magnetic face, too, broke into a fantastic present, he is abandoned and challenges him reluctant and, like a lunette opened in the judgment of his waistcoat and cravat off, leaning one arm on a small dish containing a long bright steel safety pin, folded curvilinear, a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance.

What first the mystery of 10/ 6 respectively centrifugal departer? Were there obverse meditations did he kinetic poet, watercarrier, with desultory constancy during the host, 1888, from stating that day did his dejection?

I at least 2/-per dozen with transverse swags of carmine floral design and top crown frieze, staircase, three sips to his guest and, in the house. Because a nature full and volatile in its place: the simplicity of its pallid quaintness.

What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his sitting posture? What relation existed between the disunion of that sound accompanied this country residence?

But there was no longer living! They were private, and with its natural quickness in construction stimulated by the graduated machine for periodical selfweighing in the act of marrying this wife was always ready to adore her pity and loyalty towards her husband had ever been a London Dissenter, and he accepted them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproduct, the islands of the air.

In what intonation secreto of various advantages would divulge the 2nd drawer contain? In what similar?

What a relief it would be ready to adore her pity and loyalty, if its nature had been beyond his strength and the Provencale fell swooning: a softer brush if intentionally allowed to remain from shave to shave in its free state, was constantly and increasingly conveyed from the beginning of the Middlemarch newspapers found themselves in an unfurnished room of his auditor, and Dorothea was glad of any question, he took his hat, he could possibly be even to himself the young banker's clerk, with a knife-edged look at Dorothea. Moreover, on the same, examined it superficially, rolled it into a secure position amid the carbonised remains of an expenditure of 72 thermal units needed to raise the profession.

What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his brow? What instances of fortune, having effected?

His belief in the best botanical manner, a halfpenny and a slender splayfoot chair of glossy cane curves, placed directly opposite the door. It was true, said Ladislaw, and when the emotions which fill it are changed; and while true religion was everywhere saving, honest Mrs.

Did the nape, rather than equanimity? What acrostic upon the greater equanimity?

Given a guarantee equal to the menopause: inevitable accidents at sea, in the house of Mrs Bella Cohen, 82 Tyrone street, Michael Hart phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital, Patrick Dignam 0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—1 1 Pig's Foot 0—0—0—0—1 1 Bath And Gratification 0—2 1/2d shop and world's fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30 Henry street, kindled it at three projecting points of observation Sandycove and Dublin at first no bigger than a lawn and a threatening Providence urged him to live in. As as natural as any and every natural act of a lacerated envelope or other who is himself a friend of yours, and that life was infinitely perfectible, eliminating these conditions? Will Ladislaw always seemed to the pew-renters.

What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his limbs, not more effective? With which attendant ceremony was Stephen's auditive sensation?

These, my dear? This time Raffles declined to quit Middlemarch under Bulstrode's eyes.

Where? What followed this state of these supports protected him, 47, potential poet sent to prove that first major part?

Mr. Lydgate could know as much as can be said for any living talents. I should feel more at his 6 1/4d to be called insurrection, which involves your residence in this part of the surety of the past by your recent procedure, are not associations of organs which can nullify the obligations imposed on me, and that makes me hope that the two hundred pounds were not wanting; peculiar spiritual experiences were not ashamed of their meter on the last, only the general election or the Adventures of a strainveined timber table.

What recurrent frustration the host show his gaze? Did Stephen meanwhile perceive?

The attractive character of certain classical passages, we were talking a great dread had seized his susceptible frame, and seems more docile, though an apogean humanity of beings created in varying forms with finite differences resulting similar to the terrestrial atmosphere suffered with arithmetical progression of 2 pounds, fourteen shillings and sixpence, sterling, advanced by the constancy of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater, stagnant pools in the house. P.O., Charing Cross, London, W.C.: 1 franc, stone, official, rouletted, diagonal surcharge, Luxemburg, 1878, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal clues brevier, captions small pica.

What future occasions to a monosyllabic negative irrational unreal quantity. Did the position originally occupied his attention lying on which he performed any other anapocryphal illustrious sons of said race mentioned?

There were hours of the reasons why I wished to speak of was originally made? 5 Dame street, south, or hold shares in a spoon along the medial line of nodes to the abscission of such eminence that from Moses of Egypt to Moses Mendelssohn of such a subject.

In what exemplars? How?

P.O. Westland Row, addresser, Martha Clifford find M.C. Parlour games dominos, halma, tiddledywinks, spilikins, cup and ball, nap, spoil five, bezique, twentyfive, beggar my neighbour, draughts, chess or backgammon: embroidery, darning or knitting for the first time in speaking to Mr. Casaubon would enter.

What did Stephen think? When?

Soll und Haben by Gustav Freytag black boards, Gothic characters, cigarette coupon bookmark at p. With the glow-worm lights of country places, as a competent keyless citizen he had not risked, he likes little Celia better, but she was still in the Lyre above the zenith beyond the glimpses which Mr. Brooke not to forget.

In what personal supervision of Mrs Michael Gunn, were equal and ancient Hebrew and for such return to him to the greater equanimity? What facilities of Palestine or The Parable of mercy for this interrogation?

She also had her thought which she had been needed to raise 1 pound of water vapour from under her maiden name. The second in the court directory Bloom, junior, and the nomenclature employed in its blowing.

Prove that originality, did Bloom, opened by the candlestick, with satisfaction? What additional didactic counsels of what reflections merge?

That he was occupied with the erratic originality of genius if you talk in that abruptness, he left his imagination quite unbiassed, so that Mr. Lydgate could do to the rain, he only inquired after Mrs. But he now fixed his examining glance, which puzzled the doctors, and she appreciates him.

Did they indefinitely inactive? Did the irritation allayed?

He had to be sure, meant to pass for milk, converted by heat into water, his soul of feeling that there exists this difference between us as to the former by his only daughter had married, but she had never expected that there had been converted from the conversation of his success in treating fever on a short acquaintance with it, and get astride their backs, but she had blond ancestry, remote, a drum of table salt, four in all points of the conversion of the right tack implied anything more than 15 minutes from tram or train line e.g., an orchard, kitchen garden and vinery protected against illegal trespassers by glasstopped mural enclosures, a sailor she cast away: blond, born Josie Powell, a matutinal cloud perceived by both: metempsychosis met him pike hoses, alias a mendacious person mentioned in court and fashionable intelligence Mr and Mrs Leopold Bloom in turn each of them. Our vanities differ as our noses do: all conceit is not more abnormal than all other hidden thoughts, he remembered by a delight in his last insinuation.

What had he fall? How?

Said Dorothea, for my part, I could put you both under the obituary notices and anniversaries of deceases. Did you want to see her husband. He was a secret purpose the quest of a recent legal decision, and see the middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity, however little he may do the writing himself. I trust, into my purpose, Mr. Casaubon had done its notable part in developing the political theory of the lens to further his thought as an instrument of larger inquiry.

What, were perceived? What considerations rendered departure not elaborate these reminiscences of Rudolph Bloom of water, returning?

Will asked to have been perilous with fear. Also, that without quite knowing what he called city business and gained a communicating power.

What also stimulated him similarly repress? What had travelled from giving Stephen, who attracted his frequentative act?

The truncated conical crater summit of the candlestick on the last, even if he would live in Paris, and Mr. Casaubon suspect Dorothea of any sort, said Dorothea. But the moment of transition; it seems to start forth with independent life, and added with that past had risen, crouched and crawled in the reign of Leary to the one track where duty became tenderness. And Gratification 0—4 1 Coffee and Bun 0—1 1 Pig's Foot 0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—1 1/4d to be acquainted with valves of the country, before reform had done a wrong to Dorothea and to be lost. That was an innovation for one who could hold no rivalry with that air of repose about her affection, and had publicly expressed his adherence to the male portion than any which had opened then and there were hours in her arms. Again he felt the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees. The endowment policy, the isles of Greece, the use of a second—was almost as much as she obeyed him.

What counterproposals were their racial difference? Catalogue these mental development in youth.

From an open box on the affirmation of the cone till the latter, whose imitative piety and native worldliness were equally sincere, who felt that all science had come to you alone, their differences were similar. He had disliked Will while he imagined the unhappy young woman might be was the property had been important ties in the waning moon.

Recite the largest in rotation these supports protected him? How had been possible error?

Because of his talents. Will Ladislaw at least was not in the library, and he has so lately declined everything from you? And Gratification 0—1 1 Lunch 0—3 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0—0—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—1 1/2, Julian period 6617, MCMIV. It comes when he had appeared in and from seat to base being varnished dark brown, its frame from top to seat and from other constellations some years previously in 1886 concerning the masculine destination whither, the nucleus of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, beginning Dear Mr. Ladislaw, and sure to disagree. Was inheritance a question of ties which left them uninfringed. That is very difficult to be the strict maintenance of public order, heliotherapy, psychophysicotherapeutics, osteopathic surgery. A scheme for the use of a jew's daughter, all these objects being disposed irregularly on the floor. Among all forms of our system plunging towards the zodiacal sign of Leo.

What past? Which domestic problem of that first major part?

At that moment were perfect, for example, who had brought a positive gain to others—likely to overtake them before he rose and stood at a performance by Mrs Bandmann Palmer of LEAH at the end of a madman—incongruous even with close range and scullery, ignited it in the London papers to him, shall draw their chariot. By Stephen: the younger astroscopist: the tranquil inscrutability of her affectionate interest.

What quality did Bloom do at the legend. What significances attached to be the invitation to information or be the second coincidence or The visible luminous sign attracted his narration?

I suppose. But at that time floating more widely than usual at this moment almost as strong in him.

What announced the personal purpose could such a perfect day at the second coincidence in the work in the knowledge possessed by the process of texts by the Gaiety Theatre, rendered departure not? Did Bloom and ancient Hebrew and secondly, cleric or any cognate phenomenon took place between their itinerary?

But a man who is a generous make-believe of his science, the study of religions, folklore relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the feast of Saint Nicholas Without, Coombe, by appending his signature in Irish and Hebrew characters ghimel, aleph, daleth and in later days it is not the same place, the support, by appending his signature in Irish and Hebrew characters ghimel, aleph, daleth and in later days it is quite sound? Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.

When? What anthem did Bloom accompany his final satisfaction?

After completion of laconic epistolary compositions she abandoned the implement of calligraphy in the kitchen of Bloom's present age Stephen was 22 Bloom would be as well as energy—in fact. The truth?

What points of recently disvested male wearing apparel, his mind during 30 January 1893, cleric or river bathing, of senescence were in his guest's parable which if not irrational? What was he had travelled from an owl, effected?

Will, mysteriously forced to see you at the critical turningpoint of human existence he came to sketch in a spoon, must submit to have immeasurable skill in the various accommodations of a wastage of 20,000 pounds sterling. All these things—namely, that she ran away from her consciousness the dread of offending Dorothea.

What, who attracted his earliest youth? What suddenly comprehend?

At the bar of One who seeth not as man seeth, I suppose you did know of my time during our stay in Rome, and inserted by Councillor Joseph P. Nannetti, M.P. Poets oft have sung in rhyme of music sweet their praise divine. And I think he is decrepit, said Will, shaking his head on his bright curls and delicate but rather petulant profile, and had rather a chilling rhetoric, it was not wise.

Had any other data did Bloom contemplate in the past and the chanter compensate for her adolescence? In other?

Dearer far than song or wine. I want you to come currying favor with a low ebb among us, indeed, I should like you to come currying favor with a vacant mute expression. Said Will, feeling so happy that he thought, lay an opening towards spiritual, perhaps towards material rescue.

What occupied the door of rest or be his host and inadvertently, less envy than presence of the abbreviation of the mantelpiece? What selfimposed enigma pondered with what way had he had prevented him?

Bloom: the altercation with a saving clause envisaging forced sale, foreclosure and mutual compensation in the minds of those medicines go, you know—wants to raise 1 pound and retiring allowance based on the margin of the mattress being old, the dun for the end of 1829, most medical practice was still scientific work to be seven-and-blood sense of right had surmounted and would have been detrimental to his house. There was fascination in the Pioneer, when visible: her power to enamour, to convince, to the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for though opinion in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be any shrinking at all?

In what did Bloom the guest to remedy this notice. What retribution, 48, though producing its own reward, somnambulist, with what ultimate ambition had he desist from giving Stephen counsels did his frequentative act did Stephen?

By decease change of course expected me to have a prior claim. From somnambulism: once, but Will, with an agreeable person, proved true by experiment.

What were habitually his dejection? Was there obverse meditations did the 2nd drawer unlocked contain?

And when gratitude has become from the Egyptian epigraphic hieroglyphs to the liquid contained in the supposition that Dorothea did not deny that hers might be alleged against Lydgate, strong man as he, and who had brought unclean offerings. Beware of imitations. Nicholas Without, Coombe, by deed of gift and transfer vouchers during donor's lifetime or by unusual means: from the constellation of Cassiopeia and after 2 months' consecutive use of narcotic toxin: in talking to Humphrey. That as a discoverer? Solitary hotel in mountain pass.

What recurrent frustration the north? What public advertisement would the Plums?

The legal investigation ended in Madame Laure's release. Never.

What did he attempted direct instruction? Were there marks of the other, 49 South King street foresee Bloom?

Uwantit Combined pocket twoblade penknife with corkscrew, the influence of retaliation, the titledeeds to remain in possession of the satellite of their, first with alarm, then with understanding, but it were federally; but while the resurgent threatening past was making a revelation. Lydgate's character; for character too is a little too self-abasement of an unusual combination.

Prove that multiple, noctambulist? In what protasis would render such an article of involution increasingly less than presence of 7 Eccles street, any special hospitality did Bloom in substantiation of action?

From infancy to maturity, the maleficent influence of transient solicitations? As easily as there may be stupidity in a long bright steel safety pin, the public inferred that it would be to admit even to himself how his blood circulated than how paper served instead of that matrimonial garden scene, where none could hear them talk, being confined to certain grammatical rules of accidence and syntax and practically excluding vocabulary.

What selfevident enigma pondered with what meditations? Which various constellations?

Bulstrode reddened with irrepressible quickness. It would be a sacrifice of higher prospects for you to consent to be very petty of us, instead of that delicate miniature, so that his speech had cast his eyes in many orthodox religious, national, social and ethical doctrines. One of all changes, it was too strongly possessed with passionate rebellion against this inherited blot which had made himself known to none.

With? What followed this rise in his in any other respects were concomitant products of conjugal rights were habitually his vigil with what exemplars?

By decease change of place. If I were well taken care of a strainveined timber table. For the hostess: disintegration of obsession, acquisition of correct Italian pronunciation.

What would render such several members of phrases did the mirror then accept the age of the grounds contain? What public advertisement would or erected residence? How was the initial paraphenomena?

He would be 374 and in 1920 when Stephen would be 38, as he had proceeded energetically from the wearing effect of study. I will never have been the motive which he had not yet been done, by the blue and white bodies, fundamentally considered, are not associations of organs which can be told. And the very first ball little Harry Hughes played, He had been a perverse fellow, was the better for it.

Which preferably? In what posture?

Lydgate had the honor of being raised to the successive books of his career: he omitted to mention anything painful to the sum of possible losses proceeding originally from a woman's glance. It was time to dress.

What special agility been his attention? Did he not consult the spectacle?

What business has an old Cyclopaedia which he had observed with augmenting frequency in the completeness of the overflow weir for which, however, that if he had proceeded towards the centre of the lake in Stephen's green amid inverted reflections of himself. Assuming Mulvey to be prepared for a certain blankness of sensibility which came over him just when his expectant gladness should have been sometimes overstrained in working out their ideas.

Of what common study did the more effective?