#mostly just giving some additional last names to be more in line with spanish naming conventions

[wildflowercryptid]

For the last/surnames for your mjv pieces, is there any specific meanings/symbolism when you give them those surnames? Like “Hinoki” for Kieran & Carmine, since Hinoki means “cypress” and it’s a real life tree.

(Sorry if this is a specific question. This is my autistic brain and curiosity of fictional name symbolism)

YES, THERE IS!! i'm also an autistic person who's obsessed with name etymology so i love giving characters ( original or otherwise ) names that symbolizes something about them or something they're associated with.

since i didn't do this before, i'm gonna use this as an excuse to explain the etymology behind the full names i gave the SV kids! some of them are more interesting than others, fair warning.

putting it under a cut since this may get a little long.

CRATER CREW + KITAKAMI KIDS

FLORIAN RUSSEL CAVALLARI & JULIANA SIGAL CAVALLARI

> cavallari ( spanish, from "caballero" meaning knight, cavalier, or rider ) — referencing their connection to koraidon, the designated ride pokémon of scarlet. > russel ( french, little red ) — meant to signify his role as the protagonist of scarlet. > sigal ( hebrew, viola ) — meant to signify her role as the protagonist of violet.

NEMONA CAMINO VALIENTE

> camino ( spanish, road ) — references her role as the main companion of the victory road storyline. > valiente ( spanish, brave or bold ) — meant to signify her forward and adventurous nature.

ARVEN MITO ALFARO

> mito ( spanish, myth or legend ) — references his role as the main companion of the path or legends storyline. > alfaro ( spanish, the lighthouse ) — references the poco path lighthouse, the professor's old lab and his childhood home.

PEONELOPE " PENNY " CASSANDRA ESPINOSA

> peonelope ( peony + penelope ) — there's no real significance to this name choice, i just thought it'd be funny if peony continued the trend of shoehorning his own name into his kids' in increasingly ridiculous ways. > cassandra ( greek, to shine or excel ) — meant to sound similar to cassiopeia. it also made me think of shining like a bright star. > espinosa ( spanish, thorn ) — meant to reference penny's relation to chairman rose through her father, peony. this is actually her mother's maiden name, peony took her surname to distance himself from rose and kept it even after getting divorced.

CARMINE & KIERAN HINOKI

> hinoki ( japanese, species of cypress native to central japan ) — references their family's craft of mask making, as hinoki wood is commonly used to make noh masks.

TEAM STAR CAPTAINS

GIACOMO LAUREANO MORENA

> laureano ( spanish, laurel ) — larry's name from the spanish translation of sv. meant to reference my headcanon that larry is giacomo's father. > morena ( spanish, dark-haired ) — a loose reference to his dark type specialization.

MELA CANDELLA LUCERO

> candella ( spanish, candle ) — a loose reference to her fire type specialization. > lucero ( spanish, derivative of " luz " meaning light or morning star ) — also meant to reference her fire type specialization, along with her role as team star captain.

ORTEGA ÁLVARO VERA REGINO

> álvaro ( spanish, elf warrior ) — meant to signify his fairy type specialization. > vera ( spanish, river bank ) — pulled from veracidad, which i headcanon is the apparel company that ortega's family owns. it also references the ruchbah squad's base's proximity to the water. > regino ( spanish, from the latin " regis " meaning king ) — meant to signify the affluence of his family.

ATTICUS HENZO

> henzo ( from the scientific name of the fall-blooming anemone, eriocapitella hupehensis ) — atticus's name from the spanish & italian translations of sv. i thought it sounded fitting and i thought it was cool that it could be referencing hattori hanzō, ( who's name could be read as to partially conceal. )

ERI NESPERA

> nespera ( portuguese, common name for loquat ) — eri's name from the italian translation of sv. i just thought it sounded pretty.

BB ELITE FOUR

LACEY TAMAYO TURNER

> tamayo ( japanese, generational jewel ) — loose reference to her relation to lian, clay's hisuian ancestor. > turner ( from turnip ) — clay's name in the german translation of bw/bw2.

AMARYS NERINE

> nerine ( from the genus nerine ) — amarys's name in the original japanese of sv.

CRISPIN HINO

> hino ( japanese, fire ) — reference to his fire type specialization.

DRAYTON LIRIO

> lirio ( spanish, iris or lily ) — draydon's name in the spanish translation of bw/bw2.

also, here's the first post i made about their names, along with age, gender. and sexuality headcanons!

[organabanana]

What spring does to cherry trees || Supercorp

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: mostly fluff, with some porn for flair, pre-canon, but also, post-canon, tooth-rotting fluff.

Summary: I want to do with you what spring does to cherry trees. What does that even mean? It's taking a simple I love you and putting lead-lined glasses on it to keep its power contained. No offense, Mr. Neruda, but that's just weak. Kara doesn't like poetry. Until she does.

Notes: Written for a very patient anon who prompted me with “Seeing the cherry blossoms in Washington DC” but I got sidetracked by Neruda and my favorite of his poems and it turned into This.  It's poem number fourteen, found in "Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada" (Twenty love poems and a song of despair) by Pablo Neruda, which you can read here (Spanish) or here (English). I mostly translated the lines I needed myself, so I can't guarantee they'll match the official translation (I'm also not sure there is such a thing as an official translation, so there's that). With special thanks to the most patient anon in history for the prompt, to @lavenderrry for praising my vibes, and to @emiltons for the gorgeous graphic.

[ao3 link]

The first time Kara encounters Neruda's poetry she's nineteen and bored. In her defense, she thought taking a poetry class would make her feel sophisticated and cultured, but all she feels is annoyed at the insistence of using language to obscure your message rather than share it.

And yes, yes, she gets it. It all sounds very pretty and evocative. It's just Kara has been hiding her true self in plain sight for the last six years, and she can't understand why anyone would willingly and needlessly do that to themselves. To their feelings. She may never have been in love, but Kara is pretty sure if she ever is -- if her heart ever feels full to the brim with the kind of big feelings her professor keeps making them read in metaphors and symbolism -- she'll want to make them clear as day.

I want to do with you what spring does to cherry trees.

What does that even mean?

It's taking a simple I love you and putting lead-lined glasses on it to keep its power contained.

No offense, Mr. Neruda, but that's just weak.

***

Kara doesn't take any more poetry classes, and she doesn't think of Neruda (or any other poet, for that matter) for years. She has so many other things to think about. She moves to National City and starts working for Ms. Grant. She grows into herself, she thinks. She becomes Supergirl and feels more like herself than she has since her pod left Krypton. She dates, a little bit. Dips her toe in the dating pool, if you will. She meets Lena Luthor.

And that's the second time she runs into Neruda. Right there on a shelf in Lena's living room, on a book that looks well loved and well read, spine full of small cracks and lines from being opened over and over again. Kara has always thought you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their shelves.  

"Pablo Neruda," Kara says, one finger tracing a line down the spine of the book like she's trying to read something in the pattern of the cracks, "I didn't know you liked poetry."

"I don't dislike it." Lena's heels click-clack on the hardwood floor before she sets the bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table and sits on the couch. "Have you made up your mind on what we're going to watch?"

Kara can hear the faint electrical hum of the TV being turned on, but she's a bit too distracted by the book to focus on deciding whether tonight is a night for a romantic comedy or an epic drama. She couldn't say exactly why this book feels important. It just does. Maybe it's because Lena keeps so much of herself hidden somewhere not even Kara's X-Ray vision can reach, and finding little clues about her thoughts and feelings feels a lot like she's struck gold.

Yeah. Maybe that's why.

Her fascination with the book only grows when she pulls it out of the shelf only to find the title written in Spanish. "Veinte poemas de amor--"

"And a song of despair," Lena finishes in English. "Atonement? I've heard good things about it."

"No way. I said I could be persuaded to watch a tear jerker, but I did not sign up for actual depression." Kara brings the book along when she walks over to sit down next to Lena. She's so focused on the book, still, that she miscalculates her landing just by an inch or so and her thigh bumps against Lena's as she settles on the couch. But Lena doesn't move away, and Kara figures there's no reason why she should. They're friends, after all. Close friends. Figuratively and now very, very literally close.

"I didn't know you spoke Spanish." Kara speaks again, breaking the silence before it solidifies into something potentially awkward.

"I don't. It's a bilingual edition. Can we please pick a movie?"

Kara would love to do exactly what Lena wants. In fact, giving Lena everything she wants has become sort of a constant in this fledgling friendship between them. It just feels nice, you know? Giving her what she wants and making her smile. But this book. It's all so very distracting.

"So. Do you prefer the twenty love poems, or the song of despair?"

Lena rolls her eyes, but she can't quite hide the amused smirk behind the glass when she sips her wine, so Kara knows she's not nearly as annoyed as she's trying to appear.

"What is it with you and Neruda? I didn't know you were a poetry fan."

Kara scoffs. "I'm not." She still remembers the feeling of relief washing over her when she saw her passing grade on that stupid course and realized she'd never have to read another line of poetry in her life. "I don't even like poetry. I'm just curious, that's all."

Lena cocks one eyebrow at her. Studies her, in a way that makes color rise to Kara's cheeks and has her wondering if Lena can see through people, too. 

"Anyway!" Kara shakes her head like she's hoping that'll make the blush fade. "The love poems, or the song of despair?"

"The poems," Lena finally concedes, "and I'm very surprised you don't like poetry. You seem the type."

"What?" Kara is already thumbing through the edge of the book, trying to find the place where it'll open naturally and hopefully show her which of the twenty love poems Lena happens to like the most. "What does that even mean?"

"Well, you have a big heart. Big feelings." Lena looks into Kara's eyes like she's trying to read all those feelings right there in shades of blue, and Kara finds herself looking down at the book just in case. Just in case all those big feelings she can't even name herself are there for Lena to read. "Seems like a recipe for liking poetry."

Kara shakes her head and pushes her glasses up, just in case. Just in case the lead in them can shield more than just her powers. And just as she's about to argue -- just as she's about to tell Lena precisely why she doesn't like poetry -- she opens her book and her gaze lands on a familiar phrase.

"Quiero hacer contigo," she reads out loud from the page on the left, and her fingertip is already finding the next verse on the right when Lena finishes for her.

"What spring does to cherry trees."

If Kara was just Kara Danvers, she'd have missed it all. She'd have just heard her best friend speak a line from a poem that -- much like most poems -- means very little to her. But she's not just Kara Danvers. So Kara hears the way Lena's heart beats just a little bit faster. The way her breath catches just so. The exact fraction of a tone her voice drops when she speaks. The faintest hint of a sigh.

"See? This is why I don't like poetry." Kara chances a look into green eyes, and she's so very grateful Lena has no superhearing to tip her off to the way Kara's heart seems to trip all over itself.  "'I want to do with you what spring does to cherry trees'. What does that mean?"

Kara swears -- she swears -- she catches Lena's pupils dilating just enough to make her think she knows exactly what the poem means. 

"It's not about what it means, Kara. It's about what it makes you feel." Lena lets out a soft chuckle, something light and airy like this is just a silly little conversation with no weight to it at all. Like she can't feel the way the air itself seems to have changed into something new. 

"Is it your favorite line?" Kara pretends she can't hear the way her own voice has changed, too.

Lena shakes her head. "No. My favorite is actually--"

Kara hears the DEO alarm before Lena's fingertip can make contact with the paper, and she almost considers ignoring it. She almost considers letting whatever danger is looming over this whole city have at it because finding out what's Lena's favorite line in her favorite poem seems far more important right now.

But of course, that would be crazy. Crazy! Kara would never.

"I'm so sorry, Lena, I--" Kara stands up, already hearing Alex's voice telling her where she's needed as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and pretends to read a text, "I have to go. I forgot I had this thing with--"

"Go." Lena's smile is just small enough to make Kara's heart twist in an uncomfortable way that's become familiar since she started lying to her friend. "Sounds important. I understand."

Kara nods, just once. "Tomorrow?"

Lena's smile doesn't grow, but it suddenly reaches her eyes, and something settles in Kara's chest. "Of course. Tomorrow."

Five hours later, foe defeated and safely locked away at the DEO, Supergirl touches down on Lena's balcony. There isn't a single light on inside the apartment, and Kara hesitates for a second by the sliding glass door. She shouldn't sneak into Lena's apartment in the middle of the night. That's a little creepy, right? Even if she knows Lena's said over and over again Kara's welcome any time.

It's just.

That book.

Lena's favorite line.

Kara may never be able to sleep again if she doesn't find out what it is.

So with a non-zero amount of shame at her own choice, Kara ends up sliding the door open and slipping into Lena's living space. She listens for Lena's breathing to make sure she's asleep, and once she's satisfied that's the case she makes a beeline for the shelf and the now-familiar book. It doesn't take her long to find the page she'd been reading before, and soon enough she's reading the lines Lena had been pointing to.

How you must have hurt getting used to me, to my savage, solitary soul, to my name that sends everyone running.

The words wrap around Kara's heart like a vice. If she could do it without blowing her cover and putting Lena in danger, she'd go in her room right now just to wake her up and tell her what Kara thinks about her soul. About her name, too, while she's at it. She'd tell her everyone else is free to run if they want, but Kara isn't going anywhere. 

But she can't do any of those things. 

***

The two lines stay with Kara, sort of swirling under the surface of her thoughts. She never actively thinks about them -- about poetry in general, for that matter -- but they're there. 

She remembers them sometimes. When their friendship grows and strengthens and one day Kara realizes Lena may be the person she loves the most in the world (tied with Alex). When the secrets and lies catch up with her and she thinks she may have lost Lena for good. When she finally gets Lena back.

It's been five years since she snuck into Lena's apartment that one night to find out about her favorite line in her favorite poem. Five years since she's actively thought about Neruda and the book and the words inside it. But for some reason, when Kara wakes up a couple hours earlier than she needs to and finds herself unable to sleep, she feels like that's precisely what she needs to read to soothe her brain. Maybe poetry will have the same sedative effect it used to have in college.

Wearing only an old t-shirt, Kara walks out of the bedroom and into the living area, scanning the shelves where she thinks she last saw that book. It's hard to keep track when your book collection has multiplied and turned into more of a home library situation than anything else, but she eventually finds it -- spine still cracked and pages still well-loved and well-read -- and settles down on the couch.

Kara flips from poem to poem, not really paying attention to any of them. A line from the third and then two from the eighteenth and a word or two from the seventh, eyes flicking between the Spanish lines and their English counterparts on the other side of the page. It's soothing, in a strange way. Like white noise, she figures. Nonsensical but calming. Until she lands on the fourteenth. 

"Oh, those cherry trees," Kara half-groans in a whisper. The cherry trees and the spring and the convoluted way to say I love you. And Lena's favorite lines. 

Kara feels it all over again. The pang of pain at the sight of that line.

My name that sends everyone running.

It lands different this time, five years into a friendship that turned out to be so much more and nearly went up in flames at one point. Because of names and lies and... well. Everything else. Lena was right after all, wasn't she? It's not about what the poem means. It's about what it makes you feel. And right now Kara feels a lot more than she'd be able to put in words if she had to.

Maybe Mr. Neruda was on to something after all.

"Hey," Lena's voice is laced with sleep, and Kara smiles as she listens to her footsteps bringing her closer, "what are you doing? It's the middle of the night."

Kara wouldn't call it the middle of the night -- more like a very early morning, really -- but she's not about to argue. "Reading. I couldn't sleep."

"Everything all right?" Lena reaches the back of the couch and makes the most of the rare height advantage over her girlfriend to press a kiss to the top of blond hair. "Why couldn't you sleep?"

Kara opens her arms before Lena can even think about sitting next to her instead, and smiles at the familiar weight of Lena sliding onto her lap. Even as she shrugs off Lena's question, Kara is already burying her face against the soft skin of her girlfriend's neck, breathing her in and letting the familiar scent filling her lungs soothe her like no amount of poetry ever could.

"Kara," Lena's fingers slide into blond hair, blunt fingernails scratching at Kara's scalp and making her hum in delight, "that's not an answer."

"No reason. I'm just not tired anymore I guess." A deep, content sigh. "Baby, you're so good at that."

There's still a slight crease between Lena's eyebrows, but that doesn't stop the smile Kara's praise brings to her face. "You'd tell me if I had to worry?"

Reluctantly, Kara pulls away from the warmth of Lena's neck. Her arms wrap around Lena's waist as she looks into green eyes. "You know I would."

And Kara watches Lena let the words sink in. They've had this conversation before, and Kara knows they'll have it again. They both have sore spots that need special care from time to time. And just to keep Lena's mind from going down any sort of rabbit hole, Kara decides it's time to continue a conversation they left unfinished five years ago.

"It didn't hurt at all, you know. Getting used to you." Kara shows Lena the book she's been holding, and grins when Lena smirks as the reference clicks.

"I thought you didn't like poetry," Lena chides, taking the book and flipping through the pages until she lands -- unsurprisingly, if you ask Kara -- back on poem fourteen.

"I don't. It's like... giving feelings a secret identity."

Lena arches one eyebrow, looking somewhere between amused and curious. "Care to explain?"

"Well, you know," Kara leans in to steal a quick, soft kiss, "say I want to kiss you. I can just say it. That's better than hiding it behind some kind of... flowery metaphor that'll make you wonder if I'm even saying that in the first place. Right?"

There's this look on Lena's face. Kara knows it well. It's like a challenge. Like she's playing chess and she's already thinking six moves ahead and knows you're toast whatever you do from that point on. Kara finds it nothing short of delicious.

"So you're saying," Lena says, and there's victory right there simmering under the surface of her words because she knows -- she knows -- she's won, "you'd rather I say 'this is a lovely sunrise we get to see together'," Lena's gaze drops to the open book in her hand to refresh her memory on the line she's about to quote, but she makes sure she's looking into blue eyes once again when she speaks, "than 'so many times we've watched the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwind in turning fans', right?"

Kara swallows, hard. Her cheeks burn with a blush that will simply not be contained, no matter how hard she tries to keep some semblance of dignity. Her mouth feels dry all of a sudden, heart beating just fast enough -- hard enough -- that she's sure even Lena's plain human hearing can pick it up. And the look on her girlfriend's face lets Kara know she knows exactly what's currently happening to her.

"W-- well." Kara blinks, shaking her head like she's trying to physically clear the fog inside. To her credit, she thinks she manages to sound more indignant than turned on. "I mean that's unfair. You made it hot."

Lena lets out a delighted chuckle that hits Kara right in her heart, like a little pinball ball making it ding with the knowledge that Lena Luthor is happy enough to laugh. Really, truly laugh. 

"What?" Lena asks, still grinning, fingertips teasing the soft hairs at the back of Kara's neck like it's nothing -- like she doesn't know what she's doing to her. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Ohh no, ma'am," Kara grins, cheeks still burning with the feeling simmering down low in her belly but too charmed by her girlfriend's teasing smile to stop, "you don't get to pretend you didn't do that on purpose."

"Kara," Lena says, in that way, because she knows, she knows, she knows Kara's weaknesses so perfectly well, and Kara wouldn't have it any other way, "I was just quoting Neruda, I didn't do anything."

"You did the voice thing!" 

"What voice th-- Kara, if you can't just admit plain language and poetic language are simply not on the same level I--"

"You purred the words! How is that fair!?"

Kara presses her lips together like she can retroactively keep the words from exiting her mouth. Too late, though. Lena looks positively delighted.

"I purred the words?" Lena echoes, barely able to keep a straight face. Actually, you know what? Scratch that. She's openly pleased with herself. Smug, even.

"I mean. I mean," Kara says, and she touches the bridge of her nose with one fingertip because for a moment she's forgotten there are no glasses to push up at all, "obviously it's not the same. Poetry and prose, they're inherently--"

"Different, right," Lena finishes Kara's thought, "so you see how you'd use one or the other depending on how emotionally charged--"

Kara shakes her head. "But you don't need flowery metaphors to convey emotion! You can just say what you mean and mean what you say."

"But you just said it yourself. It felt different when I just said it's a sunset, and when I quoted--"

"You purred poetry at me, Lena, of course I'm going to feel a certain kind of way!"

And there it is. Kara feels it in her bones. The checkmate Lena had seen coming a mile away. She sees it right there in the smirk on her girlfriend's face. In the way Lena's pupils dilate just so. The way her tongue peeks out to lick her lips as she looks at Kara like she's lunch.

Or, you know. Breakfast, as the case may be.

"You feel a certain kind of way?" Lena shifts on Kara's lap and they've been together for long enough that Kara absolutely knows there's nothing innocent or coincidental in the way Lena's night shirt (Kara's high school gym t-shirt, mind you) rides up to expose Lena's lace-covered ass. "What kind of way is that, Supergirl?"

Kara perks up at the sound of her name. Her other name. Because maybe it wasn't checkmate after all. Maybe it was just check. Because the thing is, it's not just Lena knowing all of Kara's weaknesses. That knowledge very much goes both ways. And Lena calling her Supergirl? 

Oh, Kara is absolutely not the only one who's feeling a certain way.

"You know." Kara shrugs slightly, pretending to still be the mouse in this little game. She rests one hand on Lena's knee and lets her palm slide up her thigh, slowly, listening to Lena's heartbeat speeding up with each inch of skin Kara explores. "You know the way I mean."

Lena's breath hitches just so when Kara's hand slides further up, and Kara savors the sound of Lena's heart tripping over itself when her fingertips drag along damp lace.

"You're listening, aren't you?" Lena cocks her eyebrow, but her lips stay parted and her breathing comes in short, warm puffs so the whole thing really doesn't come off as stern as Kara is sure Lena would like. 

"Hmm?" Kara knows she's probably pushing her luck, but she bats her eyelashes anyway, her face the very picture of innocence as if her fingertips weren't tracing the very edge of Lena's panties, hinting at what they could (will) do if she just happened to push that fabric aside. "Listening to what, baby?"

Lena tries not to -- Kara can see the struggle right there in her eyes -- but she whimpers anyway, quiet and just barely audible to the human ear. 

"Kara." It tries to sound like a warning, but it falls just this side of pleading instead. Lena blushes so very pretty when she's feeling a certain kind of way.

"Yes, Lena?" 

"You're listening," a breath, slow and measured like she wishes she could take in a deep one but her lungs can't quite cope with that right now, "to me."

"Well, I mean," Kara shrugs slightly, like she can't feel the warmth of Lena's pussy against her fingertips, "I try to. I feel like it's good girlfriend etiquette."

Lena is trying so hard to look at least moderately annoyed. It's not working at all, but Kara can see that's her intent. She also knows exactly what Lena means, too. She means Kara is listening to her. To the beat of her heart and the air in her lungs and all the tiny, inaudible (for everyone else) sounds that tell her exactly how much Lena wants her. 

"You're listening to what you're doing to me." Lena drops the book on the floor to wrap both hands around Kara's neck, hips shifting forward just enough to get more contact with Kara's hand between her legs. Kara knows Lena doesn't need superhearing to notice the way Kara's breath catches in her throat. 

"And what am I doing to you, baby?" Kara won't cross the barrier of Lena's panties just yet, but her fingers becomes more purposeful, less teasing as two fingertips press against Lena's clit through damp lace. Lena's eyes flutter closed and she takes in a sharp breath that sounds almost like a gasp, and Kara rewards such a gorgeous sound with a kiss to Lena's jaw. "What Spring does to cherry trees?"

Lena must feel Kara's teasing grin even if she can't see it, because she lets out a breathless chuckle even as her hips start rocking to meet the movements of Kara's fingers. "Just admit poetry can express richer emotions than prose ever cou--"

Kara's mouth is on Lena's before she can finish her thought, and Kara would maybe feel a bit guilty for interrupting, but Lena's fingers fist in blond hair and pull her close and there's no way someone who's offended would kiss her like that. And Kara isn't even listening anymore, because Lena's tongue is in her mouth and all she can hear is her own heart thumping along anyway.

When she breaks the kiss, Lena keeps Kara close. She's panting slightly, breath hot and wet against Kara's lips and pupils so dilated Kara wonders if she can see her at all. A quiet, hitched moan escapes parted lips, and Kara swears there's nothing in the world -- in the universe, really -- more beautiful than Lena when she's like this. Like putty in her hands. And Kara just can't resist. 

"Admit you purred," she whispers against kiss-swollen lips, knowing if there's one chance for her to win an argument with her girlfriend this must be it. When she has Lena rocking against her fingers, wet and wanting and just the right amount of needy to get her to give in, for once. 

"Kara." It's practically a whine, and Kara swears it sounds like victory. Until she sees the glint in her girlfriend's eyes, and Lena gets her checkmate move after all. "Shut up and fuck me."

Kara feels the words rather than hears them. They hit right between her legs and spread all over her body, and you know what? Kara really is okay with losing under these particular circumstances.

Two fingers hook under the crotch of Lena's panties and Kara tugs lightly, almost like she's testing the strength of the lacy fabric. "Do you really like the..." Kara's voice trails off as Lena pulls the t-shirt up and over her head, blue eyes staring unabashedly at her girlfriends breasts as she struggles to finish her thought, "...these?"

It's just polite to ask before tearing someone's panties to shreds, if you ask her, even if you're currently transfixed at the sight of her breasts.

"I don't care." Lena's voice is doing that thing again, except this time Kara is pretty sure she's not doing it on purpose at all, it's just that's what Lena sounds like when she needs Kara now and isn't that just the best thing ever? "Baby, please, I don't care."

Kara doesn't know if she rips the panties off first and then leans in to catch Lena's left nipple with her mouth or if it happens the other way around, but she honestly doesn't care either, as it turns out. All she knows is two fingers slip inside Lena in one smooth, firm thrust, and her free hand grabs Lena's right breast, and then--

"More," Lena moans, breathy and greedy, but when Kara starts thrusting harder into her Lena shakes her head, "no, no-- more fingers," and Kara lets out a quiet whimper around the stiff nipple between her teeth. 

Kara pulls her fingers out of Lena and stretches her ring finger to join the first two before sliding them back inside. Her movements are slow and careful, all of her senses focused on detecting even the slightest hint of discomfort in her girlfriend until her three fingers are fully inside Lena. 

"Go on, Supergirl." 

Lena's tone is just the right amount of teasing to make Kara chuckle lightly, mouth leaving Lena's breast to trail kisses up her sternum and to the freckles on her neck as her arm starts pumping once again. She's so very close, Kara can tell, and even more so when she turns her wrist just so to press the pad of her thumb against Lena's clit.

Lena's fingers dig into Kara's scalp, into the strong muscle at her shoulder as Lena holds on and rides Kara's hand, hips rocking hard and fast in time with Kara's thrusts. Kara couldn't listen to any one thing if she tried. It's a symphony of sighs and moans, whimpers and ragged breaths and stuttering heartbeats that nearly overwhelms her senses until she feels Lena clench around her fingers, hips losing their rhythm as Lena comes with Kara's name on her lips.

Kara pulls her face away from Lena's neck just so she can look at her. Watch her come around her fingers and then relax, chest heaving with the effort of trying to catch her breath. Kara swears there can't be a more beautiful sight in the universe, especially not now, with the sun rising and bathing Lena's damp skin in early morning light. And as much as Kara tries to suppress it, there's a thought running through her head. A line from that stupid poem with its stupid cherry trees.

A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body... 

"You're thinking very loudly," Lena whispers, already resting her head on Kara's shoulder as her fingertips play with the hem of Kara's shirt, "what are you thinking?"

For a second, Kara considers telling her, but Neruda's words aren't what comes out when she opens her mouth. "Just how beautiful you look," she says, which is in fact the truth. Kind of. She can't let Lena win every single time, right?

***

"Apparently the first cherry trees got here in 1910, but they had to burn them all because of a bunch of insects." Kara holds the little guide book in her hand as she reads, her other hand safely in Lena's as they walk along the Tidal Basin. "These ones are newer, from 1912."

 "Oh, like the Titanic!" Lena looks delighted with the coincidence, and the bright smile on her face makes Kara lean in to steal a kiss from her lips. Her fiancée is super cute when she lets her inner dork show, if you ask Kara.

"See? I told you buying an actual guide book would be worth it!" Kara holds the small book in her hand with the pride of someone who's just won an argument (for once). "Where else are you going to get that kind of high quality trivia?"

"You do know the prototype L-Corp keychain I gave you last week can access Google, yes?"

"Not the same."

"Not to mention the actual supercomputers we all carry around in our pockets. Or the high-tech communicator in your wat--"

"Lena!" Kara groans. "Look around! The cherry blossoms! The quaintness of springtime! A romantic stroll along the river! Where's your sense of romance?"

Lena chuckles lightly, her free hand sliding up Kara's arm to wrap around her bicep. And Kara would complain about the obvious use of one of her many Lena-related weaknesses, but you know what? It works.

"Kara Danvers," Lena says, voice low and teasing, "that's all very poetic."

Kara rolls her eyes, but she can't quite stop the bright smile that's already appearing on her face. "Don't you start with me," she warns, not very convincingly. 

Lena presses a kiss to Kara's shoulder, and it makes color rise to Kara's cheeks even through the soft fabric of her cardigan. Even after all these years. But she figures if there's one day to be particularly enamored with one's fiancée, that's the day she's scheduled to receive a Presidential Award for her contributions to science and the betterment of humanity.

Not to brag. But Kara is proud.

"I love you," Kara says, because she can't not, "and I'm just so proud, I--"

Lena presses a finger to Kara's lips, stopping what was potentially about to turn into a whole speech about the many ways in which Lena Luthor could not possibly be any more perfect if she tried. 

"Kara," Lena warns, all cocked eyebrow and slightly pursed lips, "you promised. You promised you wouldn't cry before the actual ceremony."

And Kara would argue. She'd argue that she's perfectly capable of going on about Lena's many virtues without actually crying, but you know what? Her eyes are feeling just a tiny bit misty already so she's just gonna go ahead and trust Lena on this one.

"You know what I also love?" Kara presses a kiss to the pad of Lena's finger and obediently changes subjects. "Sushi. Let's go get some." Kara starts walking away from the beautiful soft pink trees and in the general direction of the street festival, tugging Lena along. She's all for the romance of blossom-watching, but she'd be lying if she said hearing about the culinary side of this whole festival hadn't excited her a bit more than that.

It's only when she hears a sigh coming from Lena that Kara's focus shifts from food to the woman next to her. That wasn't a happy sigh. 

"Are you okay, baby?"

Lena smiles. It's not a fake smile, but there's a hint of something in it that isn't fully happy, either. "Yes. Yes, I'm fine. It's just... between the cherry blossoms and all this talk of sushi, I guess it made me a bit nostalgic for Sendai." 

"Sendai?" Kara looks at Lena with curiosity written all over her face. "What's Sendai?"

"Oh, it's a city in Japan. I lived there for a few months for an exchange when I was in college. Did I never tell you?" Kara shakes her head, her face the picture of delight at getting to learn something new about Lena. "There was this little restaurant near Tohokudai, I swear they had the best sushi in the world." Lena hums, letting her eyes flutter closed for a second like she's trying to imagine the taste. "I'd do anything for some negitoro maki from that place right about now."

Kara listens intently to her fiancée's words. She knows it's just a silly little comment. She knows Lena will be perfectly happy eating the undoubtedly delicious sushi currently being sold at the street festival. And yet.

She can't resist a chance to make Lena just that little bit happier, can she? 

So Kara looks around to make sure they're not being watched, and lets go of Lena's hand. "Be right back."

"Where are you--?"

But all Lena gets is a quick kiss and a gust of wind on her face before Kara disappears.

She's only gone for a couple of minutes -- just enough for Lena to wander back towards the cherry trees -- and when she comes back she's holding a small box which she immediately presents to Lena.

"Sushi for my... sushi," Kara lets out a chuckle, her now-free hand coming up to scratch at the back of her head like she's aware she may have gone just a little bit overboard but she's hoping it won't be too much, "Sendai's beautiful, by the way."

Lena's smile is soft, and Kara has a feeling -- not to toot her own horn -- if she'd been listening she would've heard Lena's heart skip a beat. 

"Kara Danvers," Lena sighs, shaking her head like that'll do anything to hide just how charmed she is right now, "you're something el-- what's that?"

"Nothing," Kara shifts slightly and puts her hand -- and the little carton box it's holding -- behind her back, fully intending on letting the focus of this moment be on her romantic gesture, but Lena raises one eyebrow and Kara loses her resolve. "Potstickers." Kara's voice is quiet as she shows Lena the box. "What? I was in the neighborhood!"

"In the neighborhood of," Lena squints slightly as she reads the words on the box, "Shanghai?"

"Well, China is next door to Japan, if you think about it."

Lena chuckles, clearly too charmed by this whole thing to even continue teasing Kara about it. "Thank you. For this. You didn't actually have to fly all the way to Japan to get my favorite sushi, but I appreciate it."

Kara shrugs, chopsticks already grabbing the first potsticker in the box. "I'd go way farther than Japan to make you happy. You know that."

"I do know," Lena nods, looking just a little thoughtful, like she's just now realizing she fully believes Kara would stop at nothing to make her happy, "you even promised when you proposed."

Lena wiggles her finger, flashing the kryptium ring that's been there for a few weeks now along with a teasing smile, and Kara can only shrug. "Well, I meant it," she says, popping the potsticker in her mouth and leaning against the trunk of a nearby cherry tree.

"I know," Lena says again, but this time she's smiling, amusement shining in her eyes, "if only Lex had figured out the one true way to have the world in the palm of your hand is to make a Kryptonian fall in love with you."

"To be fair, I really don't think your brother is Kal's type."

***

Eight hours later, they're seeing the Tidal Basin from above, the cherry blossoms looking nearly white in the moonlight. They could be in National City already, but Kara figures there's no reason why she can't take the scenic route with Lena in her arms and enjoy the view without the crowds and the bustle they experienced earlier today. Perks of being your own private jet.

"Go a bit lower, baby," Lena's voice is soft against Kara's ear, like she's afraid if she speaks too loud she'll break the spell and they won't feel like the only two people in the world anymore, "I want to see the flowers."

Kara doesn't make her wait. Lena's just been awarded an actual medal by the President, and spoiling her a little is the least Kara can do. So she dips until they're hovering just above the soft pink blossoms and then a little lower still, close enough that Lena can smell the sweet, fresh scent of Spring.

The night is clear and quiet, just cool enough for Lena to reach for Kara's cape and pull it forward to wrap it around herself. Kara holds her a little closer, just enough to hopefully provide a bit of extra warmth, and she figures it was the right move when Lena slips one arm from under Kara's cape to reach for the tree and pick a particularly pretty blossom from one of the branches that's closer to them.

Lena looks at it for a moment, twirling the little stem between her fingers like she's pondering what to do with it. And then she turns and tucks Kara's hair behind her ear, sliding the small flower between soft blond strands and smiling when she's satisfied it'll stay exactly where she wants it.

"Happy?" Kara chuckles, something soft and quiet and a little teasing because there's something equal parts amusing and endearing about Lena's perfectionism when it comes to silly little things like putting a flower in Kara's hair.

"Very."

And there's something about the way Lena smiles, more with her eyes than with her mouth, that makes Kara see, clear as day, just how serious Lena is. How sincere, when she says she's very happy. 

Maybe that's why Kara gets a little transfixed just looking at her, suddenly aware of just how different this Lena -- the Lena wrapped in her arms and her cape, wearing her ring and smiling with a smile that's just Kara's -- is from the Lena she first met all those years ago.

"Kara Zor-El," Lena's voice is soft just like the sound of Kara's true name on her lips, "what are you thinking about?"

And Kara wishes she had the words to tell her. But how does she even begin to explain what she's feeling right now? How she's still the same Lena that made Kara's heart trip all over itself the first time she saw her, but she's so very different all the same time. Brighter. Lighter. Loved. God, she's so loved, and Lena knows it, finally, and that's what's different, maybe. Not just Kara's love, because Lena's had that from the very first day, probably, but the fact that Lena can feel it now. 

How do you put that in words? I love you just doesn't feel like enough. 

And then it hits her.

"I'm thinking," Kara smiles, cheeks pink with the knowledge that she's just been proven wrong, "about what Spring does to cherry trees."

[briandthemoon]

~ Uploading this WIP here too! ~ {You can see both on my deviantArt too [same username], but with some of the original ideas and thoughts.} So uh, I did what I do best and shoved two things I love and have been hyperfocusing on for the last month together: Sanders Sides and RWBY.

I’ve been binging @thatsthat24 ‘s Sanders Sides videos and fan comics for the last month or so and by god, it’s really lifted my mood. I’m gonna work to get them all lined and coloured soon, but since I’ll be travelling in the next week, I’ll likely have paper sketches and such to upload if I’m lucky.

As for this AU, say hello to Team RNBO [Rainbow]! This is what I have so far in terms of character information; [putting it under a readmore, please do have a look!]

Roman De La Rosa:

- Semblance:  "Picture This" - the ability to conjure an item proportional to the positive emotions he alone is feeling. So the happier and more creative he feels, the better.

- Weapons: “Armas Y Rosas“, a gauntlet-gun [armas] and a rosen rapier sword [rosas]. It’s literally just a Guns N Roses joke.

Virgil Nightshade:

- Black Cat Faunus. I didn’t realise til too late how similar to Blake he is but honestly, idc, I love him.

- Semblance:  "Panic Room" - the ability to conjure a small isolated, soundproof space to trap someone in. Including himself in times of distress.

- Weapons: “Atropa”  and “Solanum”, two knives with dust vials that attach to the end to infuse the metal. He usually uses Gravity Dust because 1) aesthetic and 2) if you have gravity defying Dust? Thats a cool escape my guy.

Logan Blu-Berrie:

- Semblance: “Blu-Screen of Death” -   the ability to perform computer-esque functions via summons, i.e. attacking someone with a text box he just conjured, or browsing data and memories on a summoned screen for accuracy.

- Weapon: “Crofter”, a staff-spear that uses projection similar to Velvet’s weapon to form blades when needed. I.E. turning the staff into an axe or hammer or even forming a fishing line. [Looking at this whole thing, Logan wound up giving me big Scottish vibes in this AU and I’m SO for it.]

Patton Opal:

- Labrador Faunus, best boy 1000/10, didn’t have to re-work his design at all, what a madlad

- Semblance:  "New Trick" - the ability to mark a person and be able to find them via a boosted scent marker. So far Roman smells like strawberries and creme, Virgil smells like smokey wood, and Logan smells like jam. And yes, Patton has tried tracking himself. He smells of vanilla cookies.

Weapon: “Storge”, a shield - axe combo. Mostly used in the shield position unless he’s forced to be active in a fight. Tried to give this weapon BIG Rose Quartz Shield Vibes.

Remus Pepinillo:

- for those wondering, he threw out the De La Rosa name when he left the family to go eat deoderants without judgement. And to go cause havoc.

- Semblance: “Can’t Be Unseen” - Similar to Roman’s semblance, Remus can conjure items but instead based upon other people’s negative emotions directed at him. So things like disgust and fear directed at him make him stronger. 

- Weapon: “Asqueroso”, a mace that can be wielded in pole form or as a chain flail. The name literally is just the spanish for “Disgusting”.

“Deceit“:

- Python faunus. Pretty obvious there. As for a name, I’ll work with whatever becomes canon, tbh. His hat snake isn’t real, it’s just a design, but he has named his hat “Monty”.

- Semblance: “Trust in Me” - Deceit can mimic someone else’s voice to the point of being hypnotic in some cases.

- Weapon: “Kaa”, a microphone that can amplify sounds to use as ammo, or can be combined with dust vials for other effects, such as fire breathing or ice breath. This is absolutely where Virgil got the idea for his knives. 

~~ Little Things In Their Designs Collectively~~

- So mostly Roman and Virgil had a revamp and got added or changed details. I’m personally loving the rose decals for Roman, and the fact that Virgil has to keep sewing his hoodie pocket sides back up because he keeps knee-jerk whipping out his knives and catching them on the sides. Also freckles. I cannot stress enough how much I needed to give one of these cute lil guys freckles.

- Logan and Patton really didn’t change much; Patton came out perfect the first time, and Logan just needed some proportion adjustments. Later I went and added friendship bracelets to each design because I do not believe for a second that Patton wouldn’t make them team bracelets. The card suit beads was just an addition that I added because I am the artist and none of you can stop me from adding the tiniest of references to Homestuck Quadrants. 

- For Roman and Remus, I wanted them to have similar poses but good god, it was still hard to draw Remus’s hands. They look so good in the end though so I’m good with ‘em. I also might give him a little top hat or something at some point and see how it looks, I dunno.

- As for Deceit, I had a bit of trouble trying to pin down his design at first, but once I rolled with the allusions to Kaa from Jungle Book, it went far easier. I quite like that I added the poisonous needles in the bottom of his boots as a “sting in the tail” kind of thing.

- Talking about inspirations and such, Roman, Virgil, and Patton are pretty much just colour based; Roman being red roses [his name literally being Roman of the Rose] as a symbol of romance of course, with Virgil’s whole motif being Edgey and thus going with nightshade purple as his colour, and finally with Patton, his name took me the longest to work out, but Opal seemed to fit really well, and considering it represents Love and Loyalty? Come on, I had to.

- As for Logan, Deceit, and Remus, they all got more story links worked in somehow without me really realising. Logan was really unexpected, but between the Crofters’ Jam link and the blue colours, he gave me sort of Little Boy Blue vibes, and also via the name Logan being Scottish in origin and yknow, everythign else I mentioned? Yeah. I will definitely be adding celtic flair to his design when its coloured. Deceit is more obvious; Kaa was a good choice in influence that I noticed halfway through and just buckled down on. For Remus, he bounced around a bit between Maleficent and Dr Facilier, but in the end, I figured the Shadow Man was a better fit. Also his surname is literally just the Spanish for “Pickle” or “Gherkin”. 

- Final info, if people are wondering, they’d all be centred on Huntsman training at Beacon, but in terms of where they’re from;

Roman and Remus would be from Atlas, obviously. That place spits out rich kids with issues like it’s quickfire Uno.

Virgil would be from Mantle; it’s pretty obviously one of the more run down and hard to live in areas, plus that’d set up the in this universe initial animosity between Roman and Virgil.

Logan is from Vale, so he’s a Beacon native. I considered him being from Atlas because of their tech. However, Vale won me over with Logan’s european influences and such.

Patton would be from Vacuo. I know its a weird choice, but hey, it’s full of faunus and it just fit a bit better than Menagerie or Mistral.

Speaking of, Deceit is 100% Menagerie born, but Mistral bred. He often tells people different conflicting origin stories, and won’t even tell his name to ex-buddy Virgil or ‘best buddy’ Remus.

I think that’s everything so far!!

I dunno if everyone else is as hype to see what comes of all this as I am, but either way I’m going to have fun doing it. <3

_______ PLEASE DO NOT: - repost my art at all - you are not permitted to line or colour this art - you are not permitted to use this art as an icon or profile pic - do not steal these designs, I put a lot of work into them ;; _______ Sanders Sides (c) @thatsthat24 RWBY (c) Monty Oum & Rooster Teeth The sketches belong to me.

[pnwriter]

Endemic Pandemic

Part 1:  Seattle as the Epicenter

How did it all start?  First, it was STEP A, everyone from China, talking about it and one student bemoaning the fact that some people in Wuhan, China will eat anything.  It seems eating a diseased bat started it, as contact with a monkey started AIDS.  That group made it back and we had a fun time.  The next two-week class was canceled because travel from China had been suspended.  I skipped the next group to go to Mexico with Rene and Anne, and started the fourth group with a reduced group.  After only one week, the UW decided to cancel in-person classes and that program ended.  Now, there is the worry that I may not even have enough work to retire as I had planned.  I started job hunting as soon as we heard the program will probably close the end of summer.  Now, it's the start of spring quarter, and we only have 20 new students (as opposed to a healthy 80).  Moreover, these classes may have to be on-line, so I'll have to learn a program called Zoom.  All the signs are pointing to me getting out of this career and Rene is talking about getting out of the country.  China and Iran took the biggest initial hits, then Italy closed down.  Just today, 3/11/2020, Dumptr canceled all flights to and from Europe, except for England, who Brexited earlier this year.  Also, today, the public schools followed the university's precedent, and closed down, as did the Burke Museum.  The governor has banned any meetings over 250 people.  Any meetings over 13 are discouraged and on my way back from the gym, which is still open, the train was mostly empty, with the buses being just a little fuller.   You see people in masks, bus drivers, students until the classes were cancelled, doctors and nurses, shoppers, passers by.  It's all disconcerting.  People are over reacting, in my opinion...the North Dakotan whose bus driver always made it through when all the others cancelled.  

Facebook and Instagram are double edged swords.  First, it is and always has been a community of contact at a time when face to face contact has decreased steadily over the years.  (Ironically, it's been decreasing directly because of the technology that gave us Facebook in the first place!)  I send a photo of a candle burning for all our brothers and sisters across the world to my Greek pagan witch friend Vas.   I am at home after going to our favorite neighborhood coffee shop this morning with the dog (hoping to see its friend Pinky there), only to find out that they are closing, due to the uncertainty.  There are those who say that what is happening now in Italy will happen here, too.  It's only a matter of time.  

Speaking of FB, I'm chatting on line now with Alban, my brother-from-another-life teacher friend in France, where everything is still normal.  We talked about how people are getting into being the characters in an epidemic horror film and acting accordingly.  We both acknowledge the advantages of learning in the flesh, but also know people are lazy and always take the easy way out.  Even as we communicated, President Macron issued the edict to close all schools and universities starting Monday.  I look outside to the sunny March day and think similar days greeted the Spanish Flu and the Black Death.  At least this one is not smelly.

Here's the resume I have sent:

CAREER SUMMARY

My international experience began after undergraduate school with the Peace Corps in Morocco.  My strengths of responsibility, patience and adaptability gained from being raised on a farm contributed to a successful and rewarding overseas experience. The professional aspect of my international experience began with teaching and studying in the Teaching English as a Second Language Program at CSU.  As the Graduate Student Representative, in addition to teaching, being the liaison between the faculty and the students honed my leadership, organizational and diplomatic skills.  From my first teaching job at Saint Martin’s College to my extensive career at the University of Washington, these skills developed greatly over the years.  

                Writing and editing, International relations, counseling, public relations, intercultural communication,  

EMPLOYMENT

      English Language Instructor, UW Campus and downtown ELP, material development, listening and speaking and grammar specialties 3/16/2005 to present

      Compliance Specialist, (change to Professional Staff status from Extension Lecturer) effective March 2004

     Admissions and Immigration Director, University of Washington International Outreach Programs, Seattle WA.  Admissions and Immigration for all UW Educational Outreach International Programs.  Primary Designated Student Official in the Immigration and Customs Enforcement SEVIS program. 1/2004 to present.

    Director of Student Services, University of Washington Educational Outreach, Seattle, WA.  Directing all international student services in the English Language program including acceptance, immigration advising, orientation (initial and on-going), information dissemination (weekly newsletter), sponsors, housing, language exchange and extracurricular activities.   Teaching an English Language class is part of the administration positions.   9/2000 to 1/2004.

   Acting Director, Downtown ESL Program, Directing ESL program with 80 students and nine faculty and staff.  Payroll and expenditure authorization, supervising office staff and providing support for teachers and students.  June 12-August 18, 2000.

    International Student Advisor, ESL Programs, University of Washington Educational Outreach (UWEO), Seattle, WA.  Immigration, academic and personal advising.  Activities supervisor, conversation exchange program coordinator, extended orientation class development and instruction, weekly newsletter publisher.  Taught extended orientation class in ESL Program, speaking and listening focus.  Liaison with UWEO Business Office, sponsoring agencies and embassies, UW housing office, and home stay agencies. 3/87 to 9/2000.

PROFESSIONAL ORGANIZATIONS AND SERVICES

Peace Corps Volunteer, Taza, Morocco.  High school instructor of English at Lycee Sidi Azzouz in Taza.  Outreach to disabled children in a special summer project at a special school in Martil, Morocco.  From 6/78-6/80.  

Member NAFSA: Association of International Educators and the Association of Washington International Student Affairs (AWISA).  Received Outstanding Service Award.  Reached out especially to the LGBT international community by producing a video and presenting workshops and sessions yearly at national and regional TESOL and NAFSA conferences.    

EDUCATION AND PROFESSIONAL TRAINING

Cetlalic Language Program, Cuernavaca, Mexico, Intensive Spanish study January 3-16, 2004.

International House, Madrid, Spain, Intensive Spanish Study and Study Abroad experience 99-00

NAFSA Professional Development Training May 1998

M.A.  TESL/Linguistics, Colorado State University 1982

B.S. Psychology, Minor in French, University of North Dakota, 1977

a week, we had done some bonding and I was remembering the difference between the two girls with similar, to me, names.

Like the 1918 Spanish Flu, which took my grandmother Voeller and Catherine Thomas' husband, starting the huge Voeller clan, the last dying before this next-100-year epidemic took hold.  It centered in a nursing home in Kirkland, and has taken mostly the elderly.  Some say it is cleaning out the dark, negative energy.  

Part 2:  Two Months in

It's now been over two months since people were sent to their rooms to thinking long and hard about what they have done...to the

Mother, to Gaia.  Yesterday was Mother's Day and I posted photos both of my mother and Gaia in celebration of the day.  I have picked up a variety pack of online friends...Roial Co (Philippine Reiki Master (I attuned him from 2 to 3 over the phone in an hour-long ceremony last weekend.  He could be part of the soul family...other members being Kim, Aric, Bob, Bachir, Robert, Vivian, Paki, Roy, Cynthia, Alban for sure), Mahamed, Eryk (also for sure), Samuel and the latest...Randy.  There could be up to 90 scattered across the planet at this time...like shatters of glass (Roi).  I'm almost to the point where I can start writing in my books again.

The state was supposed to go into what is called "Stage 2" on June 1, five days from now, but people are still dying (up to 100,000 in the states, 300,000 worldwide) so now it's mid-month.  More monetary help is on the way.  The veil is thinning.  Strange events are starting to become common.  I am meeting good people around the world on social media.  We send money to Samuel after vetting him, but Kelvin Moore turns out to be a Yemeni hack.  Oh well.  My gardens, on the other hand, are glorious and giving me much pleasure.  I have fresh flowers here at my little at home desk and downstairs on the kitchen counter.  The ones at my office desk are from the top deck and the ones on the counter are from the east English garden.  I am trying to attract elves and fairies to both gardens and have started playing my harp out there, with melodies that come to me from the plants' exhalations.  I installed a lady bug house at the base of the climbing vines and will sit out there when the weather gets better and it's supposed to reach record heat this summer.  Yikes.  Along with world pandemic, murder hornets, ravaging storms and the 17 year cadydid cycle falling on 2020, a record heat wave and resulting fires are just par for the course.  

Going out in public these days, at least here in the city, you would see that nearly everyone has a mask on.  It's a bit disconcerting looking at eyes above various colors of masks, the new item of outer wear.  The cute barista wore a black one, the owner a bandanna, his wife, the chef, a more medical-looking surgical mask, the lady in front of me, a homemade jobby.  Out in the boonies, there is a culture war between those who believe we need to wear masks to protect both ourselves and others and those who believe that it's all a hoax and it's a way for the government to muzzle us, limit our freedom.  Both sides see the other as sheeple.  

Part 3:  Month 6

It's now 70 days until November 3 and as Antonio from Spain said, "At the end of the day, it's up to a few Floridians, a bunch of Ohioans and a handful of Michiganians to decide the future of mankind..."  The DNC went better than anyone had expected, with great speeches from both Michelle and Barack Obama, the AOC, Kamala Harris and culminating with one by Biden, himself.  This week, the shit show in a burning dumpster called teh RNC has started with hysterical screaming and drug-induced ramblings laying all blame the the Dems and predicting a daily reality of lawlessness, rioting and burning cities if Biden gets elected.  Only 70 days until we decide whether to stay in this country, or like our ancestors, try our luck in a new one:  Mexico, Spain or Portugal are the top runners right now.  We plan to go south to check out Flagstaff and Sedona, Arizona this Christmas.  Last Christmas, it was El Paso, Alpine and Marfa, Texas and Los Crucas, New Mexico.  

I am on the break between summer and fall...noteably the longest one of the year, often five weeks.  I usually go back to North Dakota during this time, but that's not happening this year, probably never again.  The last time I was there, I was suffering from depression and I had a feeling I would not be seeing it again.  Best to leave it to my memories of happier days there when the people I grew up with were still alive.

This divide in the country, instigated by Russian bots and carried out by Puppet Dumpster, has been the last straw, the one to have broken the camel's back that was my family connection.  Foreseen by my late sister Lori, when she said (in response to whether it was now my job to keep the family together), "We are all adults now.  If anyone decides to never see the others again, then that's up to them, not you."  First, it was LaVonne who stopped texting or answering my texts.  Then, Dennis stopped answering my phone calls and stopped calling as well.  Rosie and Jamie are still cyber-stalking me on Facebook and Instagram (Rosie made an Instagram account as soon as I said I was leaving FB in disgust.  She has never posted anything and has no photos in her folder...she just checks to see what I'm up to.)  I stopped posting political craziness last week as it was becoming too much work to research what was fear-inducing truth and what was fear-inducing fiction.  The tainted GOP is all about striking fear into the hearts of anyone who will listen to their rabid rantings.

Another week, another innocent black man shot by racist white police.  Then, to add insult to injury, a trumped up 17 year old from Illinois goes across the border to shoot two protesters, walking by police to go home and then turn himself in the next day.  (It comes out later that he shot the first victim in the back, and that his mom drove him to the protest, as if it were a soccer practice!) I had to break my political silence on FB, which I have just decided I will have to leave.  I don't know if I can deal with Liker, the current alternative, either.  It's the brainchild of some guy who saw where FB was going in 2012 and decided people needed an option.  They need an option, all right.  The option to opt out of social media, the new Dolls of the 2010s and now 20s.  

I wake up early on 8/27/2020 and disable my Facebook account.  I can't quite go cold turkey and get rid of Messenger along with it, because there are some people on there I still want to support.  This is the second time I have tried to do this.  After 13 years (is that all?  It seems half my life!), it's a main social outlet that I am moving away from.  Especially now, in the time of pandemics, it will be more isolating, but the vitriol and Hate being spewed forth is out of balance with what's really out there...I hope.  There were those who had to spew the venom that the skateboarder that was killed, a gentle, long-haired hippy soul, deserved to die.  I can not relate nor be exposed to such unadulterated hate.  Their minds have been poisoned by no other than the POTUS, (and the institutionalized racism/hate behind him) as well as hate speech on line.  My family has succumbed to the Fear of the Other as well.  So be it.  It may mean leaving the country if this upcoming election is stolen like the last one was.  I refuse to believe that a majority of people in this country have drunk the Kool-aid.  

Reading "The Witches are Coming" by Lindy West is giving me more insight, a chance to laugh and even some hope.  

"Our propensity for always, always, always choosing what is comfortable over what is right helped pave the road to this low and surreal moment in US history."

Part 4:  Month 7

From September 8 to 18, Seattle was socked in under a cloud of ash from the fires down south.  I could feel the ashes of the bodies the those who died, as well as the chemicals of the burnt human structures.  Breitenbush Hot Springs lay in ashes with only the main buildings saved.  I could feel the heaviness in my lungs.  Mishka could sense it and acted out by peeing outside the box.  On the 14th, it finally rained some and we still have more days to endure.  I got up from epic dreams of lost family (my mom, That Bitch Denis, DJ, my nieces who my mom prepared us for so they could come in and check us out sleeping) and went out into the acid rain to witness it.  The craziness coming from the POTUS and media intensifies as it's now 50 days till the election.  

Then, when it seems to be darkest before the dawn, the triple threat of the GOPruients, COVID-19 and the death-ash from the west coast fires, we find on the evening of 9/18/20 that the Notorious RBG, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, justice of the SCOTUS, died at 87, after having fought numerous ailments, including cancer.  That bitch, Moscow Mitch immediately states the Senate will vote on a replacement even before the body is cold, even though in 2016 he said that the people of the US should have a say in the next SCOTUS, therefore, the appointment should wait until the election of the new president...blocking Obama in this last year, from appointing one.  This will enable the Dumpster in his last weeks to appoint another conservative, anti-abortionist.

It becomes harder to grasp what is actually going on..these times are so unprecedented in our life times, though to those of us for whom AIDS was an epidemic, this is our second time around fearing for our lives.  We know it's a long haul with many casualties before we come out on the other side, but whatever was normal no longer will be.  

We go out for healthy burgers at Little Big Burger, where you can get a lettuce wrap in the place of a bun.  We are both on edge and irritable and go to our separate corners after we eat in silence to grieve in our own way.  Me typing here with all my altar lights on and a candle burning by the RBG candle, as the first fall rains sound outside, clearing the air for the first time in 10 days.  The temptation to sell the house and leave the country is strong.  The need to stay and fight on will probably prevail, but may not take the re-election of the anti-Christ, the embodiment of the Seven Deadly sins:  pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth,

[chavire]

We answered a few questions about the band during quarantine, for the spanish fanzine Face The Lie. As we were pretty excited about the questions and thought it could have some interest, here it is in its english version.

(photo : Manon Monjaret)

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Hi guys! How are you doing? Before starting maybe we should put ourselves in a situation. Who are Chaviré? In which other bands do you play or have you played? What motivates you to tour, make songs?

Hi, thank you for giving us some space to talk about CHAVIRÉ and what we put behind this band. As a presentation, we could say that the band started at the end of 2013 and that we played our first shows at the end of the next year, in 2014. We previously played — or still play — in A.S.T.R.O., COLD HEART DAYS, DÉDALE, GHOST FRIENDS, HOMESICK and WATERTANK to name some of our other bands. We started to play together as some friends, convinced by our love for the same songs and the desire to bind them with some politics we felt connected with. Six years later, it is still those three main reasons that hold us together, writing songs and play them live.

Last summer you released your new album, titled Maintenant Que Les Flammes Sont Partout ("now that flames are everywhere"). What did you wanted to express with this title? And what can you tell us about this album?

We tried to give this record a title that would be the testimony of the era that surrounded its creation. We think it's pretty clear for everyone who looked at the world around us that we couldn't possibly spend three months without seeing the people from a country rising up against their leaders and taking the streets against them. We wanted to dedicate the album to those involved in the increase of those flames all around the world and sing for their constant multiplication.

The lyrics of this album seem to me a bit more convoluted than those of your previous albums, you have to give them more readings to understand them. Did you wanted to change your way of composing the lyrics or was it an involuntary evolution?

As usual, our lyrics are very influenced by the books and authors that go with the writing process. You are right saying that maybe it is a bit different from the previous records. We always said that the lyrics were very influenced by some texts and that we stole a lot to put it in our songs. This time it's still the case but we tried to give some more space to poetry and theater. As time goes by, we were a bit scared to look like those anarchist bands that repeat slogans song after song... We are glad to hear that you noticed this change of things, it is obvious to say that there is politics everywhere but it is better to show it, by using an unexpected extract of a anthropologic book or some lines from a poem. For the first time with this record, we tried to quote most of the references so maybe it will give some ideas and things to dig in.

What is the story or background behind "Alice, 1977"?

Radio Alice is an Italian radio from the end of the 1970s located in Bologna. It's closely linked with the italian autonomous movement from the same era and more precisely the A/Traverso collective. The quotation «Le pouvoir n'est pas seulement là où se prennent des décisions horribles, mais partout où le discours enlève le corps, la rage, le hurlement, le geste de vivre» comes directly from an A/Traverso leaflet. Overall, the song was written in opposition with some of the quirks of the communities that surround us, where it is more valuable to look radical, rather than actively trying to change the world. At some point in the italian movement, there was this turning point where it didn't make sense for some of them to claim their worker identity, their women identity, mostly because all of these categories were those of the power, of this world, and these communities wanted to split up with this world and its categories.

With “Alice, 1977”, the idea was to put this era to the attention of people who perhaps don't know it, allowing them to find some inspiration in it. Most of the questions we're passing through are obviously not new, and it was in our opinion a political sequence where these questions found some interesting treatment.

What does CHAVIRÉ mean?

It could be translated in english as “capsized”, it refers to the moment right after a boat has overturned. We won't lie, this name is at first the result of a joke, more or less.

One of the things that surprised me in a good way when I first knew about you was that you didn't have Facebook, but instead you have a Tumblr page with, in addition to information about the band, a lot of political texts. Do you just don’t care about Facebook and those networks? Why did you chose Tumblr?

We “chose” to make a Tumblr page at first because it seemed to be the easiest thing to put something a bit more “personal” than just a Bandcamp page. Moreover we were so unable to manage a website by ourselves, and none of our close friends seemed able to build one that we could manage easily... In fact, the way we decided to be visible on the Internet has been very determined by our poor capacities and the fact that we decided, since the beginning of the band, that we preferred to make us visible only when we had something to say rather than just be here to be here — it is pointless to try to tackle professional rock bands in this game, doesn't it? And yet, we recently created an instagram account... We also wanted to upset some diehards from the other side!

What do you think of the term emocore? For you, when does a group cross the hardcore barrier to enter emocore? Is it a matter of lyrics, sound, attitude,...?

Well, it's just a subgenre doesn't it? The barrier is just crossed when the one who makes the poster decides to call a band this way. It has been historically a way to gather bands that were playing at the same time from the same area (for the Revolution Summer it basically works like this), but at some point, it is a way to play punk music.

It was said about you that you take music too seriously, belittling those who play only for having a good time without sending a message. Don't you conceive how someone can do it or is it simply not your thing? Do you have friend bands like that?

Well, if music obviously contains a game aspect — who would deny it? —, we would rather play it with smart people. It's not about any kind of content or attitude, it is mostly about having the feeling that we share more with some bands than some chords or shirts. We are still sorry for those who felt judged by us, we couldn't fill the lack of interest they seem to have for themselves, and at some point we still can't understand why they needed our approval so much.

Do you conceive a hardcore scene without politicizing? And a DIY without a political background?

We have to be careful with this sentence that repeats to anyone who would listen that “personal is political”: the recent history proved us that it led us to believe that we just had to buy at organic stores and not to say swear words to become a potential ally for an ongoing revolution, to simplify. But music contains this interesting idea that it can't be undone from its whole production process: its material production obviously (from gear to electricity), but mostly because its production is tied in a network (people who play, who release, who book to make it easy), under technical and aesthetically pleasing considerations (how do we want to sound? do we play well enough? does the interpretation fit to the idea?). At some point, the choices and the answers to those questions imply to get you into some positions that translate political views about the world. Depending on how they fit with others, it can create friendships and even “scenes”. In order to answer your initial question, we could say that obviously we do conceive a scene without politicizing (but it is even more than that, we'd rather say “with views about the world that are radically different from ours”), the question consequently becomes “do we have something to share together then?” and it is immediately easier to answer.

In Maintenant Que Les Flammes Sont Partout you included a song about May 68, something that lately interests me a lot. How influential is this and the situationist movement today?

There is a very tenuous link between the uprising of May 68 in French universities and the Situationist International, as you may already know it. It is hard to fully understand why, but a part of this relation seems a bit forgotten today in the official history, one of the main reason is to be found in the fact that Situationists refused to be represented as leaders, as opposed to some figures at this time. Fortunately, Kristin Ross relates this incomplete story in her fascinating book May '68 and Its Afterlives, talking about how this political sequence has been erased and captured by the freshly reshaped neoliberalism to present it as a liberal and individual revolution. As we already said for the autonomous movement that took place in Italy during the second part of the '70s, these moments are very inspiring and rich in lessons. They refer to insurrectionary times when the power could really be overthrown.

In the case of the Situationist International, it's important to understand that since the late '50s the group theorized and wrote about the reconfigurations of the post-war capitalism, and the advent of the consumer society which really arose at this moment. It was a moment of radical artistic avant-gardes: Antonin Artaud just died ten years before, the surrealist and lettrist movements were still recent experiences for the situationists, the Beat Generation was experiencing overseas and this artistic emulation gave them paths to explore and to renew the forms of art without separating it from the revolutionary horizon.

With these months that have passed since the appearance of the Mouvement des gilets jaunes, what balance do you make of it?

We lived something that could be considered as the most unsettling political event of the decade or even more, with the appearance of this gilets jaunes movement last year. Still today, it is hard to gauge the political and existential impact created by the outbreak of these yellow vests on some roundabouts in the November dawn. We're not overplaying it by saying that they helped to re-draw the lines of the political division, in that they opposed the revolutionary action to the revolutionary posture and bliss, and proved us that revolution was a question of desire instead of a rational one. For a part, they were people that never took part in radical politics as we can understand it, that never attended a demonstration or organized a strike, etc. In some areas they created what could be considered as communes, existing as a community in a world — this unbearable fiction — that had always made them existing as individuals.

It seems that in the whole world people are waking up and taking back the streets seriously. Either in Chile, Venezuela, or in France itself. Have we reached the maximum pressure point for people to explode?

We took so long answering this interview that in the meantime Lebanon went up in flames too, and while most of these countries were facing some major representation crisis with the whole institutional politics, a virus sent us back in our respective homes as separated individuals. We're insisting on the concept of “individual” because it's fundamental to understand that this category is a pretty recent one that has emerged with the modern definition of “society”. It's very clear now that both the “individual” and the “society” have emerged in order to defeat communities that were an ungovernable model for the powers, or at least less easily governable in that they were indivisible entities. We have to consider the return of this hypothesis after two hundred years of capitalism, the need of community (this is basically what communism is all about) comes back to the point, by every means, and the people go out, fight the police, and take the streets.

I read that in your first concerts you distributed sheets with the lyrics and explanations. Do you keep doing it? What was the reason, make clear parts that were open to various interpretations, expand information on the subject or try to make people really listen to what you have to say?

We distributed our lyrics for quite a long time, but to be honest we haven't done it for a while. This move was influenced by some bands before us, mostly from this first french emo wave with band that used to do so. The idea was to put the lyrics right in front of the audience, as something we could claimed but also as a starting point to talk about. One of the reason that led us to stop was also the idea that there are other ways to “talk”: gesture, music and intensity that can become languages when we start to take them seriously and make a good use of it, they can convey things that words sometimes cannot.

Do you read / do fanzines? What importance do you give them in the hardcore / anarchist scene? Lately I have heard more than one person saying that it isn’t coherent to continue to make fanzines on paper and contributing to the environmental impact having such powerful networks which reach as many people as the Internet. What do you think of this?

Some of us used to write fanzines back in the days, and we also have to recognize that after have been serious fanzine-readers we're less curious these days. Because of it, we are tempted to say that there are less issues than a few years ago, which is probably wrong and mostly influenced by the fact that we don't really dig in. We talked above of this idea of “network”, and fanzines do participate from this idea that autonomy should be earned everywhere it is possible. At some point, we could say that there is victory everytime a fanzine can bypass the traditional plan established by the music industry.

About the fact that 200 printed zines could possibly contribute to the environmental impact, well... maybe some people should try to think about how “green” their online datas are, in fact it really is a stupid accusation. Once again it mostly lies on the idea that politics is an affair of separated individuals doing their own parts more or less, which is the one of the lies of the liberalism. We can continue to pee while taking a shower and turning the lights off when leaving a room, it's pointless if we don't take seriously the idea of overthrowing economy and industries.

Related to the previous question, what is your opinion of the Internet? Does it make us better or worse?

Do you really think that four guys who have a hell of a job creating a Tumblr page could have any useful opinion on this internet thing?

A few days ago a friend told me that if one day I go to France I must go to Nantes, because it is the best city in the state. What happens in Nantes to have earned such fame? Is it really that cool? Because one of the things that you talk about on your album Interstices is about the feeling of apathy generated by living in a gentrified and clonic city, isn't it? What good things happen in your city?

With Interstices, we wanted to summarize what creates this unified feeling from one metropolis to another, from almost every gentrified city center. This is the fascinating thing with the metropolis paradox: on this captured-by-control-dispositives territory, there are at the same time desertion acts and zones that try to re-think autonomy and rooms of manoeuvre. What makes Nantes pretty specific at some point is this relation between the city center and its countryside. In fact we can't fully understand what makes this city special without talking of the well-known ZAD of Notre-Dame-Des-Landes right? Everybody knows it for the resistance against the airport that was supposed to be built there (and that will never be) but the thing is that the ZAD was, and still is, a territory fighting for its material autonomy, which tries to bind metropolitan resistances with the experience of building a form-of-life from the community: an attempt to build a commune for real.

Three of us have lived in Nantes for almost ten years now. Is the city really hype these days? It is hard to tell in our cases, we're living there and cannot really take this stance to measure the impact from elsewhere. Let's just say that this is a city with many secret stories, artistic and political ones, and since we're living in Nantes we felt connected to some of them and tried to take part of. I guess this is what holds us here. In concrete terms, we could talk about La Dérive which is a bar and a community canteen we're involved in. It's a place where you can drink, eat, attend a book presentation or a movie or just come to play chess with a friend. There are places like Les Ateliers de Bitche where you can attend nice shows, and La Commune de Dalby Football Club to play football on Sunday afternoon with some friends.

In your Tumblr you include a very interesting text about the pros and cons of the free price. It attracts me a lot, because besides allowing anyone to feel excluded based on their economy, it empowers you in the process and makes you abandon the role of passive consumer, but I share the opinion that if it becomes institutionalized and becomes something systematic it can lose the critical and anti-capitalist background. Have you set or have you considered putting your albums and merch at free price?

When we first read this text about donation in Maximum Cuvette (a french zine from Grenoble), we thought it was smart enough to practically ask the question of the economy inside a microcosm that tends to get rid of it, to examine the institutional process always contained in economy and at the same time how this “name your price” thing could bypass the rigidity always contained in standard economy. You're absolutely right and the text says so, at some point donations can feed the illusion that we got rid of the economy which is obviously a lie, it is just an attempt to manage with its rigidity but under a re-institutionalized form: this is never enough and it is important to be aware that donations are just a way to make the best of the situation.

Since we started CHAVIRÉ, our merch as always been on donation. It was at first the easiest way to manage with selling merch to us. We talk about it together from time to time, we sometimes evoke the idea to sell merch at a flexible-fixed-price, like “a record costs 10€, if you really can't afford it, well, less is fine too”. For now we keep it this way, also because it became a kind of a habit, but to be honest this donation thing is so ritualized around us that it often works as a disguised fixed price, and does not really empowers anyone at the merch table because almost everyone there can afford what you sale. To be honest, we're more and more lax with our whole merch stuff and barely see the point in having five different shirt models and buttons and patches and so on mostly because we're not really into it anymore...

Many times I feel frustrated in some way by trying to explain the operation and ethics of DIY to people who are not involved in it. How would you explain this?

Well, we would point at the fact that the ethics behind the whole DIY thing in punk community is mostly based on the increase of a practical autonomy. This is mostly about what DIY should be all about, the growth of a network that could exist by itself, for itself without depending on any power or institution. This idea of a proper existence is important, because it implies some requirements with ourselves trying to build something that is not just an “alternative”, a counter-model based on a mirror effect from the cultural institutions, because this just reinforces the legitimacy of it, putting us back to the margins. When this is said, we didn't say much, but let's keep in mind that the operation led by DIY is one of the many attempts where autonomy is experienced (we talked about the ZAD and the late '70s Italy already, there are many examples). These autonomous experiences can be sometimes hard to translate with words, most of the time they are understood when they're lived, when they overtake the words to become perceptible, incarnate. In fact, the words can't describe the mixed feelings of joy, mutual requirement, friendship of these autonomous attempts that hold people together, how can it be explained as something else than the promise of a fast-track life?

You have made some very cool ripoffs of Orchid, Embrace, Portraits Of Past, ... for stickers and merch. Do you have any more in mind?

Let's say we have already done way too much of them for just one band. So everyone knows that we have great tastes and that we're not too bad at Photoshop (s/o to our best ripoff that you did not mentioned which was a Chanel one), but it has to stop now!

In addition your flyers, covers, "logos" like the (A) made of flowers are very worked up and for me they have very good taste. Do you take care of this or do you entrust it to friends? Which graphic artists inspire you the most?

For sure this whole artwork thing is something that matters to us, we wouldn't deny it. But it is pretty clear that it has evolved a lot since the moment we started the band from things more “traditional” — not to say expected, such as the combo of typewriter font and linocut drawings which is the perfect example — to more personal artwork: since the last record, the Atelier McClane duo took care of the whole graphic thing to tie the images with the sound and the words. Some of us have an interest in visual arts and we have friends who consider that any revolutionary act will need to find its own form, which implies to think about its graphic one. Let's just mention the work of the Atelier McClane obviously but the Capital Taboulé collective from Rennes too, the Super Terrain collective from Nantes, Bonjour Grisaille and the Atelier Summercity from Brest, Marine Le Thellec from Marseille to talk about our friends and favourite ones. We couldn't end this list without also mentioning Hugues Pzzl who made the artwork of Interstices and our split with BASTOS, and who contributed a lot to renew the visual forms of the punk scene in France — a renewal that was so much needed.

Which situations, books, movies, people, actions, bands have inspired you the most, both to do things with Chaviré and to do things on your personal life?

This is always a touchy question, fortunately we left as much references as possible in the whole interview that could be used as a part of the answer. And obviously we'll be happy to develop if anyone wants to know more, our mailbox is always open!

What are you most keen on to lately? What do you like to do in your free time? What frees you from everyday boredom?

Since we are, as a large part of the world population, currently cloistered home while answering this interview, we have plenty of this free time you're talking about. Here in France, it's been a month of quarantine and we mostly spent it separated from each other but with friends and families. We tried to take advantage of the situation writing new songs, sharing playlists and movie recommendations, keeping in touch together. We don't know when the zine will be out but this moment is very decisive and we have to be really attentive, in order to act as soon as it will be possible. A few weeks ago, an absolutely incredible text entitled “Monologue du virus” has been published in the French media Lundi Matin and has since been translated in various languages (https://lundi.am/What-the-virus-said). Recently we also discovered the Leftove.rs archives (https://leftove.rs) which is an incredible database about autonomy with many leaflets, zines and books from pretty much everywhere around the world.

Future plans?

Improving dad skills.

Doing more muay thai.

Getting degrees.

So far, thank you very much for the patience of answering all this! Anything else to add? See you, hugs!

Thanks again for sending this absolutely fascinating interview, which is hands down one of the most interesting we've ever answered to. Hope we've been precise enough, feel free to write us if it's not the case in these troubled times.

[noveltylsland-blog]

Our 2019 First Quarter Roundup

thank u, next - Ariana Grande

(Republic)

Ariana Grande has followed up last year’s charming Sweetener with a more consistent, more confident and more moving record; thank u, next. As usual, Ariana’s voice is really something to behold, hitting every note perfectly as she delves into her own heartbreak, loss and guilt following the death of her ex-boyfriend, Mac Miller. Ariana bravely goes into this with no features, which proves to be a powerful decision, as there are no obnoxious Pharrell additions or out-of-date Lil Wayne verses, making for an appropriately personal record. As if to ease us away from the lack of rap features, we are treated to a Wendy Rene sample on ‘Fake Smile’, which will put a real smile on the face of any hip-hop head. The juxtaposition of deep lyrical themes with the positive, playful instrumentation is rather refreshing, and it’s good to see Ariana excited about life and this new chapter in her life. -M

Gallipoli - Beirut

(4AD)

Zach Condon’s Beirut project has buried Balkan folk deep in the hearts of the Western indie fanatics ever since the release of its first three albums. He’s had us enamoured with the sound ever since, and while Beirut’s work has seemingly gotten ever more formulaic and poppy, that folky, worldly manifesto has never really left Condon. Compared to 2015’s No No No, the most recent Beirut project Gallipoli actually sees him taking it in a more varied and independent direction, and you’ll be hard-pushed to find anything objectionable as Beirut traverse their usual pastures of percussive ukulele and various organs and synthesisers. Gallipoli isn’t short of entirely new sounds for the band either and, indeed, it’s hard to see it as anything but a solid record. Condon might not be making the same impact on the musical landscape as he was thirteen years ago but this is his most consistent release in a decade. Gallipoli proves there are indie bands in far worse form than Beirut; an admirably fresh and progressive release for a band who probably don’t particularly need to be either of those things. -E

Assume Form - James Blake

(Polydor)

Even if it isn’t quite the musical landscape-defining, career-best record that James Blake seems inevitably destined to produce, Assume Form goes quite some distance to confirming him as one of this era of popular music’s defining and most influential figures. And that means a lot, considering no one else is really quite like him. There’s a very particular beauty to the combination of Blake’s music style and his love-themed lyricism, and Assume Form sees both assemble for an impressive, career-best effort. More checked for excess than The Colour in Anything but more stylistically developed than Overgrown, the niche Blake has found treads a fine line between hip-hop and sparse, soulful electronica. Assume Form shows what he can do with both, seeing the likes of Travis Scott and Andre 3000, but also Moses Sumney and Rosalía, make impactful and appropriate appearances alongside Blake’s own plainly romantic lyrics. He’s refreshingly obsessive and open but never too doting or unrelatable, and tracks such as ‘Assume Form’, ‘Can’t Believe the Way We Flow’ and ‘I’ll Come Too’ clearly reveal this untethered romantic happiness. Whether you like his newfound bessottedness or not, one can’t deny Blake has carved himself a distinctive aesthetic, to such an extent it’s no wonder his collaboration is so sought-after by hip-hop artists. Even more exciting is that there’s probably much better to come from Blake, and he remains (as he has for the last ten years) one of the most interesting and exciting artists in popular music. -E

Liv - Daniel Blumberg & Hebronix

(Mute)

Apparently a collaboration between Daniel Blumberg and himself (an endeavour I’m still not sure is artistically innovative or a bit pretentious) Liv builds on Blumberg’s 2018 release Minus with impressive amounts of abrasive noise and more chaotic baroque instrumentation. Hebronix is supposed to be Blumberg’s own psych-pop project, predating his releases under his own name, but on Liv it seems like he’s used it to fill out his own sound. His lonely vocals are more like Phil Elverum on the louder Microphones/Mount Eerie records, while the scrawls of anxious feedback that underly the majority of Liv endlessly build to lengthy, haunting finales; entirely validating the record’s lack of drums. The fact that Liv was recorded in only one take is a feat unto itself, never mind the consistency and coherence that it gives the record. Despite seeing releases on the infamous Mute Records, Blumberg continues to be overlooked by pretty much everyone – and as he’s putting out exceptional, genre-bending experimental music like this he deserves far, far more attention than he currently enjoys. -E

Careful - Boy Harsher

(Nude Club)

Despite “minimal wave” having seemingly ran its course, Boy Harsher provide another argument for it being the perfect time to rework the genre. On Careful, inspiration is clearly drawn from the likes of Depeche Mode and New Order, but whereas these bands created colourful, dynamic dance tracks, Boy Harsher do the complete opposite; as if they’ve been booked to DJ a funeral. Ghostly vocals speak of abandonment and loss over layers of cold, pounding synths and minimal drums – fit for any cyberpunk movie. Dotted throughout the record are a handful of quieter, atmospheric moments which add to this cinematic feel; intensifying the anxious, dark nature of the project. This is a synthpop record which truly reflects the times. –M

Trust in the Lifeforce of the Deep Mystery - The Comet is Coming

(Impulse!)

The sophomore offering from The Comet Is Coming is the latest outstanding British jazz record, taking the reins from from Sons of Kemet’s 2017 offering Your Queen is a Reptile (incidentally another project with the involvement of Shabaka Hutchings), with more of an electronic, rock fusion. Fusion of the last twenty years has usually been the result of influence the other way, injected jazz into electronic, funk or rock music; but Trust in the Lifeforce of the Deep Mystery appears to have come the opposite way. Foremostly a jazz record but enhanced and driven by elements of other genres, it’s catchy and passionate spiritual jazz, topped off with harks to Sun Ra and an inventive space-age theme. The Comet is Coming are yet more evidence of the burgeoning, world-leading London jazz scene and this is easily one of the year’s most striking and innovative releases. -E

Czarface Meets Ghostface - Czarface and Ghostface Killah

(Silver Age)

The follow up to the much-anticipated and mostly-forgotten Czarface Meets Metal Face, Czarface Meets Ghostface proves to be an enjoyable return to form for both Czarface and Ghostface Killah. As usual, all beats are produced by The Czar-Keys (7L and Jeremy Page) and are an electrifying mix of updated, gritty boom-bap, and futuristic beats reminiscent of early-morning superhero cartoons. Lyrically, the emcees really entertain, bringing the right amount of corniness needed for a project based around comic book superheroes, but still manage to sound imposing and even threatening when necessary. A specific standout moment is Esoteric’s verse on ‘The King Heard Voices’ in which he moves his way between four different flows with such ease. Comparisons with the collaboration with MF DOOM were always going to be drawn, and, for this album, that is a good thing. I’m not sure it would have been able to stand on its own, but in comparison, it shines. –M  

Remind Me Tomorrow - Sharon Van Etten

(Jagjaguwar)

Sharon Van Etten’s most lyrically and instrumentally developed record yet, Remind Me Tomorrow continues to carry Van Etten’s reputation for impressive songwriting and great capacity for reinvention. Her vocals are emotionally resonant and forthright and, helped by super-producer John Congleton, her instrumental developments clearly exceed that of her previous contemporary folk. Often the instrumentals here are moodier and heavy, even descending into lower-key, electronica-influenced, more Annie Clark-esque sound. Contrasting with that are lead singles ‘Comeback Kid’ and ‘Seventeen’, which have a Springsteen stomp to them, but mostly Remind Me Tomorrow’s tracks are of a more sullen quality. Well written, well produced, well performed, there isn’t much more one can ask of an indie album – and though Van Etten doesn’t pull out anything spectacular out of the bag on Remind Me Tomorrow, it’s one of the year’s strongest releases and a progressive release for her artistically. -E

This Is How You Smile - Helado Negro

(Rvng)

Robert Carlos Lange takes a step back from his usual focus on race and politics to reflect on his life and hone in on his musical soundscapes. Latin folk and atmospheric synths are mixed beautifully to create a cathartic listening experience which Lange guides us through with his gentle vocals, switching back and forth between English and Spanish. Lange’s hauntological influences are evident more than ever on Smile. Beneath the cosy, relaxed instrumentals there are field recordings and unnerving samples which give the nostalgic feel of a Caretaker project, with some of its dejectedness too. The perfect example of this is ‘Fantasma Vaga’, which directly translates to “Ghost Knife” in which Lange describes a supernatural figure over droning synths and sparse steel drums. The triumph of Smile is this ability to overlay and mix these tranquil folk songs, with a hint of discomfort, giving it just the right amount of edge. –M

Crushing - Julia Jacklin

(Polyvinyl)

The 2010’s have become synonymous with female singer-songwriter indie folk; Sharon van Etten, Angel Olsen and Courtney Barnett are just some of the artists who have really championed the genre. It has, however, become rather saturated in the past couple of years, making it that much harder to standout and make a name for oneself. Julia Jacklin has a lot to say, however, and is determined to be heard. Themes of betrayal, loneliness and acceptance are touched upon in a mature and articulate way. Jacklin stands out because she really gets into her subject matter; she intensely scrutinises herself and her surroundings in order to find answers to her questions and solutions to her problems. It is empowering and refreshing to hear an artist not only acknowledging their struggle with humanity and empathy, but so confidently confront and explore it. –M

Love Is - Jungstötter

(PIAS)

Gaining some buzz from his tour with Soap&Skin this spring, Fabian Alstötter’s debut album under the name Jungstötter is a gloomy affair. The name Jungstötter is a mix of his family name and the German word ‘jungstoter’, which translates to ‘young dead’, which perfectly embodies the overall theme of this record. The general slow pace of the album is occasionally disrupted by more intense and chaotic moments, creating some really dynamic and striking tracks. On listening to this record, a barrage of familiar sounds will flood your ears. From the intense baritone ballads of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the androgynous vocals of ANOHNI, there is a wealth of alternative art rock influences dotted throughout. Though, at times, Alstötter does seem reliant on his influences, it is a marvellous debut from the German, obviously keen to form his own signature sound. –M

[X X] - 이달의 소녀 [LOONA]

(BlockBerryCreative)

Loona’s reissued EP is a modern and fashionable set of pop tunes pretty typical of K-pop but with some characteristics Western listeners might find in the work of Grimes or, to a lesser extent, other electro-pop artists like SOPHIE and Charli XCX. Considering there are twelve members of Loona, [X X] is a watertight release, even if it stylistically varies a bit between tracks. Opener ‘X X’ combines electronic chillwave with dubstep in an interesting way, followed by the very modern album highlight ‘Butterfly’; and while many of the rest of the tracks aren’t particularly memorable, they certainly aren’t dull – ‘Colors’ even seems overtly influenced by American R’n’B. With all its similarities to Western pop, it’s easy to see [X X] as a record that could be a gateway into Korean pop music for Western listeners; with the added bonus of being of slightly more substance than your usual idol group. -E

Elephantine - Maurice Louca

(Northern Spy)

A by-product of the Arab Spring in 2011 was the development of a flourishing music scene in Egypt. Cairo-born composer and performer, Maurice Louca, is one of the most exciting names to have risen from this scene. On his third project, Elephantine, Louca explores native Egyptian jazz, surrounding them in the avant-garde. On the track ‘One More for the Gutter’, outbursts of free jazz are complemented by the intensity of guitar-led post-rock. Whilst the finale, ‘Al Khawaga’ is a powerful, repetitive groove littered with swinging horns and hectic drum fills. Elephantine is an inventive exploration, covering immense musical ground throughout its six compositions. –M

Malibu Ken - Malibu Ken

(Rhymesayers)

Aesop Rock has always kept a low profile and doesn’t seem too fussed about reaching the mainstreams. This collaboration with Tobacco of Black Moth Super Rainbow fame certainly doesn’t’ change that as his infamously lengthy and challenging bars have finally found a match. Tobacco’s own brand of neo-psychedelia and indietronica is so out of skew with traditional hip-hop beats that it gives Aesop an edge which he has certainly been missing in the past couple of years. Aesop revisits old themes and is as introspective and philosophical as ever, and opener, ‘Corn Maze’, and ‘Suicide Big Gulp’ showcase some of the best flows of his career. Tobacco’s production is faultless throughout the entire ten tracks, which is good to hear after last year’s lacklustre BMSR effort. Aesop Rock’s dry, esoteric style finds a new home in Tobacco’s weird world of psychedelia. –M

Girl With Basket of Fruit - Xiu Xiu

(Polyvinyl)

Even for Xiu Xiu, Girl With Basket of Fruit is a wild release. Post-pop, post-industrial, post-punk and post-everything, there’s nothing comfortable or light about it – especially compared to the Arcade Fire-cum-lunatic style of 2017’s Forget. So much of this record is unsettled and eerie, isolating and unpredictable. There’s bits of Swans (Thor Harris showing through), some Einstürzende Neubauten, some Suicide, some drone, some Baroque. There’s no belittling Xiu Xiu’s ability to entirely manipulate mood, and here demonstrates again the emotive uniqueness of Jamie Stewart’s exulting, uber-dramatic vocals as well as a new, unsettling sound that includes a pretty vast array of instruments from upright bass to electronic percussion. I’ll be listening to this for years before getting anywhere close to actually dissecting and understanding what Xiu Xiu are doing here, but that’s what makes it so compelling. There’s nothing else like it, an album of intriguingly formless music that’s worth hearing just to for the experience of being so entirely, helplessly intrigued. ­-E

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The Latest: Singer Bad Bunny tests positive for COVID-19 | National News

SAN JUAN, Puerto Rico — A representative for Reggaeton superstar Bad Bunny said Monday that the singer has tested positive for COVID-19.

The announcement comes a day after the musician won favorite male Latin artist and favorite Latin album for “YHLQMDLG” at the American Music Awards.

Bad Bunny, whose real name is Benito Martínez Ocasio, was scheduled to sing his hit, “Dákiti,” with Jhay Cortez at the event but canceled without explanation, leaving many fans disappointed. The singer, however, presented the award for favorite Latin female artist remotely.

It’s unclear if Bad Bunny was showing any symptoms. His publicist did not immediately return a message for comment.

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HERE’S WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE VIRUS OUTBREAK:

—AstraZeneca says late-stage trials show it s vaccine with Oxford University is “highly effective,” does not need the deep cold storage that rival vaccines do

— Cut off: School closings leave rural students isolated

— Jury duty? No thanks, say many, forcing trials to be delayed

— Inequality ‘baked into’ virus testing access as cases surge

— New Zealand leader Jacinda Ardern offers virus know-how to Joe Biden

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Follow AP’s coverage at https://apnews.com/hub/coronavirus-pandemic and https://apnews.com/UnderstandingtheOutbreak

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HERE’S WHAT ELSE IS HAPPENING:

LONDON — AstraZeneca says that late-stage trials showed its COVID-19 vaccine was up to 90% effective, giving public health officials hope they may soon have access to a vaccine that is easier to distribute than some of its rivals.

The results reported Monday are based on interim analysis of trials in the U.K. and Brazil of a vaccine developed by Oxford University and manufactured by AstraZeneca.

“These findings show that we have an effective vaccine that will save many lives,” said Oxford University Professor Andrew Pollard, chief investigator for the trial. “Excitingly, we’ve found that one of our dosing regimens may be around 90% effective.’’

AstraZeneca is the third major drug company to report late stage results for its potential COVID-19 vaccine as public health officials around the world anxiously wait for vaccines that will end the pandemic that has killed almost 1.4 million people.

Unlike the Pfizer and Moderna vaccines, the Oxford-AstraZeneca candidate doesn’t have to be stored at ultra-cold temperatures, making it easier to distribute, especially in developing countries. All three vaccines must be approved by regulators before they can be widely distributed.

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HONOLULU — Officials say a group of Hawaii island organizations have distributed $7.5 million in federal funds to help more than 1,000 households pay rent and mortgages amid the economic fallout from the COVID-19 pandemic.

The Honolulu Star-Advertiser reports that the organizations used their backgrounds in homeless assistance and disaster response to establish uniform applications, and coordinate to prevent duplication and delays in distribution of federal coronavirus recovery funds.

County officials issued an additional $1 million in federal funds Friday to help respond to the volume of Hawaii island renters and homeowners still seeking assistance. They plan to provide $1.4 million more this week.

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ZAGREB, Croatia — Citizens of Croatia’s capital city have been lining up for free rapid antigen testing that has been introduced as part of efforts to curb a surge in coronavirus cases.

Authorities in Zagreb launched the testing Monday at twelve locations in the capital city, which has been hit hard in the latest wave of infections. Mayor Milan Bandic says 1,200 people have applied for the first two days of testing. He says 60,000 tests have been made available in the initial phase.

Croatia has been battling soaring virus infections for weeks. Authorities hope rapid testing will help contain the disease by speeding up potentially infected residents.

On Monday, authorities confirmed 1,973 new infections while 45 people have died in the past 24 hours in the country of 4.2 million.

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BISMARCK, N.D. — North Dakota health officials are rolling out free rapid COVID-19 testing for teachers, staff and school administrators this week as part of a pilot project designed to slow the virus’ spread by identifying and quickly isolating people who may be asymptomatic.

Testing of K-12 teachers will start in the Fargo and West Fargo school districts and will be expanded to other districts in coming days and weeks. Teachers, staff and administrators who work closely with students are being encouraged to get tested weekly through Dec. 31. Students will not be tested as part of the effort.

North Dakota ranks first in the U.S. in new COVID-19 cases per capita, with 2,418 new cases per 100,000 people over the past two weeks. One in every 86 people in North Dakota tested positive in the past week.

November is on track to become North Dakota’s deadliest month from COVID-19. More than half of the statewide deaths have occurred in the past few weeks.

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BUDAPEST, Hungary — Hungary’s foreign minister on Monday said the country is moving forward with testing on a Russian coronavirus vaccine after being the first in Europe to receive samples of the drug last week.

Peter Szijjarto says 10 initial doses of Sputnik V – the drug hailed in August by Russian President Vladimir Putin as the world’s first registered COVID-19 vaccine – would undergo testing in Hungary for safety and effectiveness. Szijjarto announced last week that negotiations are ongoing between a Hungarian drug manufacturer and Russian partners on possible domestic production of the drug.

Sputnik V has not completed advanced clinical trials and has not yet been assessed by the European Medicines Agency, the European Union’s medicines regulator. The vaccine has already been administered in Russia to healthcare workers and other high-risk groups.

Szijjarto says Hungary is also in negotiations with three Chinese vaccine makers, and purchased 2.8 million doses of a Chinese antiviral medication.

The central European country has also reserved 12 million doses of vaccine from manufacturers in Europe and the United States, including British-Swedish pharmaceutical company AstraZeneca, Belgium-based Janssen and the joint U.S.-German vaccine from Pfizer-BioNTech.

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ISLAMABAD — Pakistan will again close all educational institutions as of Thursday because of a steady and increasingly drastic increase in coronavirus cases.

Schools were opened in September as Pakistan appeared to have achieved a sustained flattening of the curve.

Daily cases had dropped to less than 300 a day, but few people wear masks and social distancing is mostly non-existent in the country of 220 million.

Pakistan recorded 2,756 new cases in the last 24 hours, one of the sharpest spikes since the outbreak began in March. The country has 376,929 confirmed cases, and 7,696 people have died from the virus.

The government announced Monday that schools will be closed through December and the possibility of re-opening will be discussed again in early January.

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GENEVA — The U.N. weather agency says a slowdown in industrial activity linked to the coronavirus pandemic has cut emissions of pollutants and heat-trapping greenhouse gases, but hasn’t reduced their record levels in the atmosphere.

The World Meteorological Organization pointed to a record-setting surge of carbon dioxide emissions in recent years, and warned that any impact on greenhouse gas concentrations from the pullback in activity due to the COVID-19 outbreak will take years — and can best happen if countries are able to cut their emissions to zero.

“The lockdown-related fall in emissions is just a tiny blip on the long-term graph. We need a sustained flattening of the curve,” said WMO Secretary-General Petteri Taalas, releasing the latest edition of the organization’s annual Greenhouse Gas Bulletin on Monday. “The COVID-19 pandemic is not a solution for climate change.”

Carbon dioxide concentrations are the result of cumulative past and current emissions, and are no bigger than “the normal year-to-year fluctuations in the carbon cycle and the high natural variability in carbon sinks like vegetation,” WMO said.

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MOSCOW — Daily new coronavirus infections in Russia hit a new high on Monday, with authorities reporting a record 25,173 new cases. The latest figure brings the country’s total to over 2.1 million. The government coronavirus task force also reported 361 deaths on Monday, raising the total since the start of the pandemic to over 36,500.

Russia, which currently has the world’s fifth largest number of confirmed cases, has been swept by a rapid coronavirus resurgence since September. Despite this, authorities insist there are no plans to impose a second lockdown or to shut businesses nationwide.

The Siberian republic of Buryatia, which is near the border with Mongolia, last Monday closed a wide range of non-essential businesses for two weeks to curb the spread of the virus, and is currently the only Russian region to have done that.

When asked why other hard-hit Russian regions aren’t following Buryatia’s example, Kremlin spokesman Dmitry Peskov said Monday that regional governments decide on which restrictions to impose in their regions depending prevailing conditions there, like the number of available medical workers and hospital beds.

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MADRID — Spanish Prime Minister Pedro Sánchez says a national COVID-19 vaccination plan will be launched in January.

Sánchez said the vaccine will be administered at 13,000 locations across Spain and “a very substantial part of the population” can be vaccinated in the first half of next year. Further details will be announced on Tuesday.

Sánchez said Spain’s 14-day cumulative rate of cases per 100,000 of population has fallen below 400.

Spain on Monday began demanding a negative PCR test for COVID-19 for most people arriving in Spain by air or by sea. The measure covers arrivals from 65 countries, including most of the European Union.

Meanwhile, the northeastern region of Catalonia on Monday eased some of the tight restrictions on bars and restaurants and cultural events introduced in mid-October. Although a 10 p.m.-6 a.m. curfew remains, Catalan bars and restaurants can have customers up to 30% capacity indoors and cultural venues can operate at 50% capacity.

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JERUSALEM — The Palestinian Authority in the Israeli-occupied West Bank has announced a partial two-week lockdown to clamp down on the coronavirus’ spread as new cases have rapidly increased.

Palestinian Prime Minister Mohammad Shtayyeh said Monday that the West Bank will be under a full lockdown over the weekends, and a curfew will be imposed from 7 p.m. until 6 a.m. on weekdays. All non-essential businesses will be closed during the periods of lockdown.

The Palestinian Health Ministry has recorded over 3,000 new cases of the coronavirus in the West Bank in the past week, and a total of more than 84,000 since the beginning of the pandemic. It says at least 714 Palestinians have died from the disease.

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KYIV, Ukraine — Ukraine’s President Volodymyr Zelenskiy, who contracted the coronavirus earlier this month and was hospitalized, said his latest test for the virus came back negative.

Zelenskiy posted on his Facebook account on Monday that he’s glad to be back at work and working normally.

Zelenskiy was moved to a hospital in Kyiv several days after a Nov. 9 test showed that he was positive for the coronavirus. Even though he displayed mild symptoms, his spokeswoman said he was hospitalized because “there are better conditions for self-isolation and care for coronavirus patients.”

Ukraine has experienced a resurgence of the coronavirus since late September, when new infections shot up again. On Monday, health officials reported 10,945 new coronavirus cases. Ukraine has so far reported a total of 635,689 confirmed cases and 11,075 deaths.

This month Ukraine’s government ordered non-essential businesses to shut down on weekends in an effort to stem the rapid growth of the outbreak without further damaging the country’s weakened economy.

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JAKARTA — Indonesia’s confirmed coronavirus cases have surpassed half a million as the government of the world’s fourth most populous nation scrambles to procure vaccines to help it win the fight against the pandemic.

The Health Ministry reported 4,442 new cases on Monday to bring the country’s total to 502,110, the highest toll in Southeast Asia and second in Asia only to India’s more than 9.1 million confirmed cases.

The ministry said that the death toll from the virus is 16,002, and that it has been adding 3,000-5,000 daily cases since mid-September.

President Joko Widodo said his administration is working on a mass vaccination program for the vast archipelago nation, home to more than 270 million people.

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BEIJING — Chinese authorities are testing millions of people, imposing lockdowns and shutting down schools after multiple locally transmitted coronavirus cases were discovered in three cities across the country last week.

As temperatures drop and people move actitivies indoors, large-scale measures are being enacted in the cities of Tianjin, Shanghai and Manzhouli, despite the low number of new cases compared to the United States or other countries that are seeing new waves of infections.

On Monday, the National Health Commission reported two new locally transmitted cases in Shanghai over the last 24 hours, bringing the total to seven since Friday. China has recorded 86,442 total cases and 4,634 deaths since the virus was first detected in the central Chinese city of Wuhan late last year.

In Tianjin, health workers have collected more than 2.2 million samples for testing from residents in the Binhai new district, after five locally transmitted cases were discovered.

In Manzhouli, a city of more than 200,000, health authorities are testing all residents after two cases were reported on Saturday. They also shut down all schools and public venues and banned public gatherings such as banquets.

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Art Encounter Through the Years:  The First Encounters

It was in France and Spain that I got the so-called baptism of fire in the appreciation of arts.  My first museum visit was in Paris at Musée d’Orsay, home of the largest collection of Impressionist paintings in the world.  It was by accident that we got to the Orsay as we would have preferred to visit the Louvre instead.  But the lines were long and we didn’t have time to wait that long.  I never regretted the visit to the Orsay.  It is a bit smaller and more manageable than the Louvre.  Smaller is a relative word because the Musée d’Orsay is actually not small.  You could easily spend the whole day exploring it.  It’s just that the Louvre is humongous and needs several days to explore.

Since it was my first museum visit, overwhelmed is an understatement to describe it.  I was mesmerized and dumbfounded to say the least.  Never in my life have I imagined these many great artists and their beautiful artworks exist and that you can spend a whole day exploring them ad still you didn’t finish looking at all of them.  And this was just a single museum.  How many museums like this are there in the world?

Bal du Moulin de la Galette (1876) Pierre-Auguste Renoir.  Musée d’Orsay, Paris, France

One of the few artworks that I remembered admiring then was Bal du Moulin de la Galette, one of Renoir’s most important works and one of Impressionism’s most highly revered masterpieces.  

The Moulin de la Galette was an open-air dance hall in Paris in the 1870s. Open-air dance halls were very popular in 19th-century France and were a great source of entertainment for the people. Most people went there not to dance, but just to watch the dancers and enjoy the relaxed atmosphere.

Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1841-1919) is a French painter from Limoges in the middle of France.  He is one of the founders of Impressionism, together with artists like Cézanne, Degas, Manet, and Monet. The Impressionists focused on the effects of light and often painted outside. Renoir’s opinion about art was that it should be pretty and he mostly painted very happy scenes.

The Burial of the Count of Orgaz (1586) El Greco. Iglesia de Santo Tomé, Toledo, Spain

On my visit to Toledo, an ancient city an hour away from Madrid, I became a fan of Mannerist painter El Greco who calls Toledo his home.  The above artwork was the first time an artwork was explained extensively by a local tour guide and so it was quite memorable.  I listened intently, amazed at how much details an artist can reveal in his work.

The Burial of the Count of Orgas is widely considered one of El Greco’s masterpieces. The painting depicts a popular legend, regarding the Count of Orgas, who was a pious man, and who upon his death left a large sum of money to the church. The legend tells that Saint Stephen and Saint Augustine descended from heaven at his funeral and buried them with their own hands. Andres Nunes, the parish priest of Sao Tome, was the commissioner of the work, who intended it for a project to refurbish the Count’s burial chapel. According to the commission, the observers of the burial were to be portraits of the notable men of Toledo at the time.  Included also are portraits of El Greco and his son, the only two people in the painting looking front at the viewer.  The artist signed his name in the handkerchief of his son.  All the small details pointed to us by the guide as we viewed this masterpiece.

Domenikos Theotokopoulos, other wise known as “El Greco” due to his Greek heritage, was a popular Greek painter, sculptor, and architect of the Spanish Renaissance. He was a master of post-Byzantine art by the age of 26, when he traveled to Venice, and later Rome, where he opened his first workshop. Unlike other artists, El Greco altered his style in order to distinguish himself from other artists of the time, inventing new and unusual interpretations of religious subject matter. He created agile, elongated figures, and included a vibrant atmospheric light. After the death of Raphael and Michelangelo, he was determined to leave his own artistic mark, and offered to paint over Michelangelo’s Last Supper to Pope Pius V. His unconventional artistic beliefs (his dislike of Michelangelo included), along with his strong personality, led to the development of many enemies in Rome, especially the hostilities of art critics. 

Las Meninas (1656) Diego Velázquez.  Baroque.  Museo Nacional Del Prado, Madrid, Spain

Back to Madrid, on our last day, I chose to visit Museo Nacional del Prado, the main Spanish national art museum.  This time I am prepared to face a multitude of artworks.  But based on what I saw in Musée d’Orsay, I was not prepared to see a different kind of art - Spanish art and the prevalence of the Baroque style.  From the many works of art at the Prado, Las Meninas has caught my eye.  I lingered longer in front of this art piece than at any other works.  Something in it is unique from my untrained but appreciative eye.  You must remember that internet was still in its infancy in 1999.  I was new in art and I didn’t know that this was one of the most important artworks in history.  Only when I researched back home did I understand the importance of this work in art. 

“One of the most famous and controversial artworks of all time, Las Meninas (The Maids of Honour) is regarded as a dialogue between artist and viewer, with its double mirror imagery and sketchy brushwork that brings every figure and object in the room to life" - from the book, 30,000 Years of Art. "Painters as diverse as Goya, Manet, Sargent and Picasso have been inspired to create copies and adaptations after Velázquez’s masterpiece.” 

Diego Rodríguez de Silva y Velázquez (1599-1660) was a Spanish painter, the leading artist in the court of King Philip IV, and one of the most important painters of the Spanish Golden Age. He was an individualistic artist of the contemporary Baroque period. In addition to numerous renditions of scenes of historical and cultural significance, he painted scores of portraits of the Spanish royal family, other notable European figures, and commoners, culminating in the production of his masterpiece Las Meninas.

The Garden of Earthly Delights (1503-1515) Hieronymus Bosch.  Northern Renaissance.  Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid, Spain

Another work of note which has impressed me at the Prado was The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch.  The intricacy of the work is amazing and a short glance was simply not enough.  There is a story you have to look for and many small details to examine which made me remember the work.

By far the best known and most ambitious work, The Garden of Earthly Delights illustrates Bosch’s individual artistic style, containing the most vivid imagery and complexity of symbolic meaning. The triptych is generally thought to be a warning of the dangers of giving in to temptation, but has been subject to vast amounts of conjecture and scrutiny, and critics and historians are split in two directions. Whereas some believe that the middle panel, which depicts a fantastical world of nudes in sexual engagement, large fruits, and other suggestive elements, is simply an illustration of paradise lost, others believe that it is a moral warning, which will lead you to hell, as it is depicted in the third panel of the series. Although there are many contradictory explanations, it is generally thought to be a warning against lust, one of the seven deadly sins.

Hieronymus Bosch born Jheronimus van Aken c. 1450 – 9 August 1516) was a Dutch/Netherlandish painter from Brabant. He is one of the most notable representatives of the Early Netherlandish painting school. His work contains fantastic illustrations of religious concepts and narratives. Within his lifetime his work was collected in the Netherlands, Austria, and Spain, and widely copied, especially his macabre and nightmarish depictions of hell.

Bartolomé Esteban Murillo.  Staue in bronze by Sabino de Medina . Plaza del Museo, Seville, Spain

During my first visit to the city of Seville, I chanced upon seeing this monument of Sevillian painter Murillo and the museum across it.  It was located about a minute or two from the small hotel we booked.  Since everyone was tired and wants to rest, I decided to pay a visit to this museum on my own.  I got the surprise of my life when I went to explore this seemingly small museum.  First, it was not small inside and the works on exhibit were by far the most extensive collection of Spanish works of art I’ve seen even to this day.  And the grandeur of the architecture and interior  of the sala was something I have never expected to find inside this local museum.  Even the beautiful gardens and several courtyards are a nice addition to explore. The main gallery dedicated to the works of Murillo, together with its grand cupola  is located in the former antigua iglesia and is one of the most magnificent exhibition halls I’ve been.

The Museo  (Museum of Fine Arts), Sevilla, was established as a "Museum to display paintings", by Royal Decree on 16 September 1835, with objects from convents and monasteries seized by the liberal government presided by Mendizábal. It is located in the Plaza del Museo, in the place of the former Convento de la Merced Calzada founded on lands transferred by Ferdinand III after conquering Sevilla.  

It has magnificent works of art by Murillo, Zurbarán, Valdés Leal and other representatives of the Seville school. True enough, due to the quality of the art, it is today considered as the second best gallery in Spain.

In 2017, I was back in Seville after 18 years and I didn’t pass on the chance to visit one of my favourite museums again.  After visiting many museums through the years, Museo de Bellas Artes in Seville still leaves me in awe of the beautiful works of art.  The fascination was still there.  Only this time, I am more knowledgeable about arts and museums and I can better appreciate everything in this museum.  Still, I loved this museum.  I still haven’t met anyone who’s visited this museum.  It’s somewhat off the beaten path where museums are concerned.  I’m glad to have been there not once but twice.  It’s my secret gem of a museum.  

Visiting the grand main gallery of Museo de Bellas Artes.  Paintings in the background are by Bartolomé Esteban Murillo including Inmaculada  Concepcion “La Colosal” in the center.

Cristo Crucificado, a series of paintings on Jesus on the cross by Francisco de Zurbarán, a Spanish painter known primarily for his religious paintings depicting monks, nuns, and martyrs, and for his still-lifes.  Zurbarán gained the nickname "Spanish Caravaggio," owing to the forceful use of chiaroscuro in which he excelled.

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Agilenano - News: 2020-04-28

I’ve already shared two of my favourite exhibitions from Stockholm Design Week – ‘The Sculptor’s Residence’ and ‘The Archive’ – so today I have a round-up of interesting product launches from the Stockholm Furniture Fair, which takes place at the same time. The largest trade show in the Nordic design world, it brings together more than 700 brands – mostly from Sweden, Denmark, Norway and Finland, but a few from further afield, too. It’s also where many companies choose to unveil their latest pieces, and I’ve picked out some of my favourites below. So, make yourself a cuppa, sit back and feast your eyes on these beautiful new designs… Relaunched pieces from Fredericia’s archives First up is Danish brand Fredericia, which has long been a favourite of mine. Its focus has always been timeless, long-lasting design and for 2020 it has chosen to relaunch several classic pieces from its archives. One is the ‘Ditzel’ lounge chair, created in 1949 by Nanna Ditzel (later responsible for Fredericia’s iconic ‘Trinidad’ chair) and her husband Jørgen. It marked a departure from the upright, rigid chairs that were conventional at the time, and its curved shape was intended to give people the freedom to sit in new, more relaxed ways. The updated version is made from PUR foam with a steel frame, wooden legs and a choice of upholstery, and will be available from September. The other pieces, which are due to go on sale this spring, were all the work of Fredericia’s first design director, Børge Mogensen. The ‘BM61’ and ‘BM62’ chairs (the latter with arms, the former without) are simple yet striking, with a solid wooden frame and a choice of cane wicker or linen webbing for the seat and back. The ‘Canvas’ chair, meanwhile, has a clean-lined oak frame and chunky armrests that echo Mogensen’s famous ‘Spanish’ chair, but with canvas rather than leather for the seat and back. It was designed just before his death in 1972 and has never been put into full production before now, but it makes an excellent addition to Fredericia’s range. Versatile furniture and lighting from Carl Hansen & Son Børge Mogensen was also the man behind two pieces being relaunched by Carl Hansen & Son: the ‘BM0865’ daybed (available from May) and the ‘BM0488’ table bench (available from September). Both were originally showcased at the Copenhagen Cabinetmakers’ Guild furniture exhibition in 1958 and formed part of Mogensen’s ‘building furniture’ concept, through which he aimed to create enduring designs that could be added to and adapted over time in response to changing needs. The daybed is made up of modular oak seats, soft cushions and cylindrical head and armrests that can be used in all sorts of different combinations, and it suits a wide variety of spaces. The bench is crafted from solid oak with a woven top and is similarly versatile, working well as a seat, a side table, a coffee table or a surface for books and other items. Also on show on Carl Hansen’s stand – and in some of the below press photos – was the new ‘MO’ series of floor, table, wall and ceiling lamps. The company’s first collaboration with Danish designer Mads Odgård, it consists of simple lacquered-steel shapes that symbolise light’s comforting effect on people and is designed to last for decades without dating. It will be on sale from October, with prices starting at £263 / €300 per lamp. Scandinavian classics and contemporary tables from Warm Nordic There was yet another relaunch from Warm Nordic – a young Danish brand unveiled at the fair in 2018. It was founded with the aim of showcasing long-lost mid-century pieces alongside contemporary designs, and its latest addition is ‘Dwell’ – a family of compact sofas and armchairs first created by architect Hans Olsen in the 1950s. The curved shape and tapered wooden legs form an elegant yet striking silhouette and there’s a wide range of upholstery options to choose from, including leather and tactile bouclé. It’s set to go on sale this spring, with prices ranging from €1,800 to €5,250. Warm Nordic also used the fair to showcase its new ‘Affinity’ dining table. The work of architect / design duo Halskov & Dalsgaard, it combines a bevelled linoleum top with slimline metal legs and beautiful cane detailing. It comes in round and elliptical versions, with a choice of three muted colourways, and it too will be available in the spring. Prices start at €2,030. New additions at Artek New on Artek‘s stand were two pieces designed by French duo Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec: the ‘Rope’ chair and the ‘Tupla’ wall hook. Both combine simple-looking silhouettes with sophisticated construction and stay true to the Finnish brand’s ethos of blending art and technology (hence the name Artek). The chair is described as ‘a line drawing translated into space’ and consists of a steel-tube frame threaded with rope that forms the back and armrests. It’s surprisingly comfortable as it bends to the sitter’s shape, and it comes in black with a black polyester rope or light grey with a natural flax rope. The wall hook, meanwhile, is made from die-cast zinc and intended to add beauty to an everyday object, with elegant loops that are as lyrical as they are functional. Sculptural minimalism from Kristina Dam I always look forward to seeing the latest pieces from Copenhagen-based designer Kristina Dam, who describes her aesthetic as ‘sculptural minimalism’, and her spring-summer 2020 collection certainly didn’t disappoint. Among the new additions on her stand were the understated ‘Capsule’ glasses and carafe, the angular ‘Pedestal’ table and a bench to match the existing ‘Curved’ side table. I also spotted brown- and black-leather editions of the popular ‘Curved’ pouf, a new full-sized version of the ‘Rotating’ mirror, and a beautiful porcelain sculpture called ‘Brick’, which takes its cue from Ancient Greek architecture and features a single unbroken line. My favourites, though, were the powder-coated steel ‘Bauhaus’ lounge chair – a tribute to the famous Bauhaus art school, available in black or white and suitable for indoor and outdoor use – and the painted-glass ‘Dual’ vases, which come in soft, earthy colours and can be stood on either end, giving you two different designs in one. Many of the new launches are available now; others are coming soon but you can sign up for alerts via the website. New colours and options from String Furniture Swedish stalwart String Furniture used the fair to display several new additions, including a rich brown version of its iconic modular shelving system and the full roll-out of its beige colourway, first launched for some elements last year. There was also a new utilitarian version of its compact ‘Pocket’ shelf unit featuring perforated metal and a lipped edge. It was created by Swedish duo Anna von Schewen and Björn Dahlström, who sought to reinterpret the design while retaining the essence of the original, and is ideal for kitchens, bathrooms, utility rooms and garages. The holes can be used for hanging hooks, rails and other accessories, and it comes in three colour choices – white, taupe and neon orange – that were developed in collaboration with stylist Lotta Agaton. Sustainable wooden furniture from Nikari Finnish brand Nikari had largely escaped my radar before now, but I was very taken with the way it combines modern design with traditional craftsmanship. I was also impressed by its commitment to sustainability, which extends as far as powering its head office, studio and workshop with renewable energy from the hydro-power plant located next door. Its pared-back wooden pieces encompass creations from the likes of Alvar Aalto, Jasper Morrison and Claesson Koivisto Rune, and are made from responsibly sourced wood finished with natural lacquers. New for 2020 is the understated ‘Storia’ stool, designed by Nikari founder Kari Virtanen, and Jenni Roininenat’s ‘Basic’ table, which comes with round or rectangular ends. Both are understated and timeless, and I can see them fitting seamlessly into all sorts of different settings. All-new accessories from &tradition As well as displaying its recently launched pieces by Peter Hvidt and Orla Mølgaard Nielsen, &tradition unveiled ‘Collect’, a line of elegant and understated home accessories created by Space Copenhagen. Designed to complement the Danish brand’s range of classic and contemporary furniture and lighting, it includes cushions, throws and bedspreads in earthy hues such as beige, burgundy and terracotta. All are made from soft and cosy natural materials, with linen and merino wool alongside organic cotton. There’s also a series of hand-crafted concrete planters, which can be used indoors and out and come in three different sizes. The full collection should be available very soon, although prices have yet to be confirmed. The ‘Roadie’ bench from Massproductions Last but not least is Sweden-based Massproductions, whose new ‘Roadie’ outdoor bench was named ‘Best Product’ in the fair awards. The creation of the brand’s British co-founder Chris Martin, it was inspired by the steel crowd control barriers found at rock concerts and is made from strong yet lightweight aluminium. The high back is designed for comfort, and the curved shape means sections can be placed together in a circle to encourage conversation; it’s also stackable for easy storage. It comes in brushed silver, pale yellow and dark green finishes, and matching seat cushions are available. Prices start at €2,060. All images courtesy of the brands mentioned above The post New finds from the Stockholm Furniture Fair 2020 appeared first on These Four Walls. #MinimalistInteriors #Interiors #NordicMinimalism #MinimalistDesign #DanishDesign

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Book Blogging

A Tyranny of Queens by Foz Meadows. The sequel to the portal fantasy I read last month. Most of the plot here is fallout from the climax of that book: Saffron has returned back to Earth from the fantasy world of Kena, but can she re-adjust to a 'normal' life? And if not, what choices will she make? Yena's adopted sister died in the final battle, but can Yena reclaim religious rights for her sister's funeral and learn more about her mysterious heritage? The evil king has been overthrown, but escaped – where is he and what caused his actions? What's up with the mysterious magic artifact he left behind in the castle? Sadly, I didn't like this book nearly as much as its predecessor. The biggest problem is simply a shift in the use of characters; whereas the first book divided its pages fairly evenly among a vast cast, A Tyranny of Queens is hugely dominated by Saffron and Yena. And I'm sorry to say it, but they're the most boring characters in this series. Both are an example of the 'normal teen girl dealing with events outside her experience' archetype, which is a fine enough archetype as far as it goes, but not one that's particularly exciting unless you give her some sort of distinctive personality trait, anything other than 'determined', 'hard-working', 'smart'. Buffy wanted to date boys and wear cute clothes; Katniss wanted to be left alone and was unexpectedly ruthless; Saffron wants... ? The characters who did grab my attention in An Accident of Stars are pushed mostly off-screen here. Yasha, the grumpy, staff-wielding elderly matriarch who was revealed late in the first book to be an exiled queen, gets something like ten lines of dialogue in this entire book. Viya, the young, spoiled but trying hard to improve noblewoman who is named co-ruler of Kena at the end of the first book, and thus should be navigating the delicate balance of maintaining equality of power while still learning to handle so much responsibility, gets literally two scenes out of three hundred pages. And so on through a whole list of really cool characters. Instead we get multiple chapters of Saffron arguing with her guidance counselor, then her parents, then her social worker over whether she should apologize to one of her high school teachers over a minor incident caused by a bully. Exciting fantasy! My second problem with the book, unfortunately, is much more fundamental. The plot revolves around discovering that the evil king wasn't really evil after all, but was brainwashed. I'm sure this is an attempt to do an interesting redemption arc, or to look at how even the worst-seeming villains have their reasons, but it didn't work for me at all. It felt like a cop-out to remove blame from the king by passing it on to a historic figure from centuries ago (who never gets an explanation for his evil actions, so Meadows hasn't really complicated the role of villains so much as pushed the question a few steps outside the main narrative). None of the many people who died in the wars he started or were tortured in his pursuit of knowledge get a voice in this second book, so I kept feeling as though the suffering he caused was conveniently being swept under the rug to get readers to feel sorry for him. In addition, for a book that tries so hard to be progressive, ending with 'it's not the king's fault! He was manipulated by a foreign woman who made him fall in love with her!' is, uh... not a great look. All in all, a disappointing book. But there was enough good about the series that I'll give the author another chance. The Written World: How Literature Shaped Civilization by Martin Puchner. A nonfiction book that makes its way through human history via the medium of literature. Each of sixteen chapters focuses on a particular classic and shows how it both influenced and was influenced by contemporary events, from Homer's Odyssey giving Alexander the Great a hero to model himself after to The Communist Manifesto inspiring revolutions across the world. A subthread is the development of the technologies of literature itself – the inventions of the alphabet, paper, the printing press, ebooks, etc. It's a pretty neat idea for a book! Unfortunately the execution is terrible. I started off being annoyed that Puchner never seems quite clear on what he means by the term 'literature'. He implies it only includes written works (in the Introduction he says, "It was only when storytelling intersected with writing that literature was born."), and yet many of the pieces he choses to focus on were primarily composed orally (The Odyssey and the Iliad, The Epic of Sunjata, the Popul Vuh, probably the Epic of Gilgamesh, certainly at least parts of One Thousand and One Nights). And yet there's never any discussion of what it means to go from an oral mode to a written one, a topic I was eagerly awaiting to see analyzed. It's just... never addressed beyond a passing mention here and there. Okay, fine, I thought to myself, Puchner means 'literature' as in 'stories'. But that doesn't work either, since once again many of his choices don't tell any sort of narrative (Saint Paul's letters, Martin Luther's theses, Benjamin Franklin's 'Poor Richard's Almanac', Confucius's Analects, Mao's 'Little Red Book'). So what does Puchner mean by literature, the central organizing principle of his whole book? God alone knows. My irritation with the book deepened when I got to Chapter Four, where Puchner claims credit for inventing the concept of the Axial Age: "It was only in the course of trying to understand the story of literature that I noticed a striking pattern in the teaching of the Buddha, Confucius, Socrates, and Jesus. Living within a span of a few hundred years but without knowing of one another, these teachers revolutionized the world of ideas. Many of today’s philosophical and religious schools—Indian philosophy, Chinese philosophy, Western philosophy, and Christianity—were shaped by these charismatic teachers. It was almost as if in the five centuries before the Common Era, the world was waiting to be instructed, eager to learn new ways of thinking and being. But why? And what explained the emergence of these teachers?" Sure, dude, sure. You came up with this vastly original idea all on your own. (To be fair, if one choses to read through the endnotes, Puchner does cite Karl Jaspers, though he still insists his own version is ~so different~.) He then proceeds to get basic information about the Buddha completely wrong. For example: Some form of writing may have existed in India during the Buddha’s time (the so-called Indus Valley script may not have been a full writing system and remains undeciphered). This sentence. I can't even. I almost stopped reading the book right here, it's so incredibly incorrect. It's like saying, "Thomas Jefferson may have been literate, but since we find no Latin engravings in his house, we can't be sure." Let me lay out the problems. The Buddha lived around 500BCE; the last known well-accepted use of the Indus script was in 1900BCE. That's a gap of nearly two millennia. The Indus script was used on the western edge of South Asia, in Pakistan and the Indian states of Gujarat and Haryana; the Buddha lived on the eastern edge, in Nepal. At minimum, they're 500 miles apart. There is no chance in hell the Indus script was remotely relevant to writing about the Buddha. And in fact, we don't need to guess at the script of the Buddha's time and place. It's called Brahmi and it's quite well attested – though Puchner doesn't once mention it. He does include a photo of an Indus seal, because why not waste more space on utterly irrelevant information. Let's quickly go through the problems on the rest of this single page: What mattered above all were the age-old hymns and stories of the Vedas, which were transmitted orally by specially appointed Brahmans for whom remembering the Vedas was an obligation and a privilege. Though the Vedas do have an important oral history, they were certainly written down by the time of the Buddha, and possibly as early as 1000BCE. The oldest Indian epic, the Ramayana, was also orally composed and only later written down, much like Homeric epics. The Mahabharata is generally considered to be the older of the two epics. Despite my disillusionment at this point, I continued on with the book. And to be fair, I noticed many fewer mistakes! Though possibly because I know much less about Renaissance Germany or Soviet Russia than I do about Indian history. I did hit several problems again in the chapter on the Popul Vuh, the Mayan epic. To begin with, the chapter opens with a long dramatic scene recreating the Spanish conquistadores' capture of Atahualpa, the Incan emperor. Incan. Who lived in Peru, in South America. The Classic Mayan culture was based in Mexico, Guatemala, and Belize – North America and a bit of Central America. This time Puchner is literally on the wrong continent. Once he finally makes his way up to the Mayan homeland, he focuses his narration on Diego de Landa, a Spanish priest who did indeed write an important ethnography of the Mayans of the 1500s. The Classic Mayan Era was over by 950CE, introducing a discrepancy Puchner does not deign to acknowledge. Even aside from that small problem, Puchner describes Landa's writings multiple times as "an account [...] that has remained the primary source of information on Maya culture." This entirely ignores not only the Popul Vuh itself; but the multiple other Mayan codices that survived Spanish colonialism; the many Mayan writings carved on their pyramids, palaces, and stele, and painted on their pottery; their murals of war, sport, and history; the enormous archaeological record of their cities, technology, and diet; and, oh yeah, the fact that Mayan people are still around today. Oh, my bad – Puchner does remember the Mayans still exist. Here's what he has to say about them: "My journey began in the Lacandon jungle. A bus dropped me at the border of the Maya territory, where a beat-up truck picked me up at the side of the road. The village of several dozen huts was located in a clearing in the jungle. Everyone but me was dressed in what looked like long white nightgowns. Men and women both wore their black hair shoulder length (I thought of the shipwrecked sailor who had gone native), and most of them walked around barefoot, sometimes donning rubber boots." That's it. That's literally the only mention of the modern Mayan people. (Puchner's in the area to learn about the Zapatista uprising, to which he devotes the rest of the chapter.) I'm so glad he spent ages detailing that and de Landa's biography instead of devoting any space at all to the contemporary persistence of Mayan beliefs, language, or rituals. When I first read its blurb, I looked forward to the rest of The Written World. Unfortunately it's the closest I've come to hurling a book at the wall in a long, long time. I read this as an ARC via NetGalley.

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Arplis - News: New finds from the Stockholm Furniture Fair 2020

Ive already shared two of my favourite exhibitions from Stockholm Design Week The Sculptors Residence and The Archive so today I have a round-up of interesting product launches from the Stockholm Furniture Fair, which takes place at the same time.

The largest trade show in the Nordic design world, it bringstogether more than 700 brands mostly from Sweden, Denmark, Norway and Finland, but a few from further afield, too. Its also where many companies choose to unveil their latest pieces, and Ive picked out some of my favourites below. So, make yourself a cuppa, sit back and feast your eyes on these beautiful new designs

Relaunched pieces from Fredericias archives

First up is Danish brand Fredericia, which has long been a favourite of mine. Its focus has always been timeless, long-lasting design and for 2020 it has chosen to relaunch several classic pieces from its archives. One isthe Ditzel lounge chair, created in 1949 by Nanna Ditzel (later responsible for Fredericias iconic Trinidad chair) and her husband Jrgen. It marked a departure from the upright, rigid chairs that were conventional at the time, and its curved shape was intended to give people the freedom to sit in new, more relaxed ways. The updated version is made from PUR foam with a steel frame, wooden legs and a choice of upholstery, and will be available from September.

The other pieces, which are due to go on sale this spring, were all the work ofFredericias first design director, Brge Mogensen. The BM61 and BM62 chairs (the latter with arms, the former without) are simple yet striking, with a solid wooden frame and a choice of cane wicker or linen webbing for the seat and back. The Canvas chair, meanwhile, has a clean-lined oak frame and chunky armrests that echo Mogensens famous Spanish chair, but with canvas rather than leather for the seat and back. It was designed just before his death in 1972 and has never been put into full production before now, but it makes an excellent addition to Fredericias range.

Versatilefurniture and lighting from Carl Hansen & Son

Brge Mogensen was also the man behind two pieces being relaunched by Carl Hansen & Son: the BM0865 daybed (available from May) and the BM0488 table bench (available from September). Both were originally showcased at theCopenhagen Cabinetmakers Guild furniture exhibition in 1958 and formed part of Mogensens building furniture concept, through which he aimed to create enduring designs that could be added to and adapted over time in response to changing needs. The daybed is made up of modular oak seats, soft cushions and cylindrical head and armrests that can be used in all sorts of different combinations, and it suits a wide variety of spaces. The bench is crafted from solid oak with a woven top and is similarly versatile, working well as a seat, a side table, a coffee table or a surface for books and other items.

Also on show on Carl Hansens stand and in some of the below press photos was the new MO series of floor, table, wall and ceiling lamps. The companys first collaboration with Danish designer Mads Odgrd, it consists of simple lacquered-steel shapes that symbolise lights comforting effect on people and is designed to last for decades without dating. It will be on sale from October, with prices starting at 263 / 300 per lamp.

Scandinavian classics and contemporary tables from Warm Nordic

There was yet another relaunch from Warm Nordic a young Danish brand unveiled at the fair in 2018. It was founded with the aim of showcasing long-lost mid-century pieces alongside contemporary designs, and its latest addition is Dwell a family of compact sofas and armchairs first created by architect Hans Olsen in the 1950s. The curved shape and tapered wooden legs form an elegant yet striking silhouette and theres a wide range of upholstery options to choose from, including leather and tactile boucl. Its set to go on sale this spring, with prices ranging from 1,800 to 5,250.

Warm Nordic also used the fair to showcase its new Affinity dining table. The work of architect / design duo Halskov & Dalsgaard, it combines a bevelled linoleum top with slimline metal legs and beautiful cane detailing. It comes in round and elliptical versions, with a choice of three muted colourways, and it too will be available in the spring. Prices start at 2,030.

New additions at Artek

New on Arteks stand were two pieces designed by French duo Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec: the Rope chair and the Tupla wall hook. Both combine simple-looking silhouettes with sophisticated construction and stay true to the Finnish brands ethos of blending art and technology (hence the name Artek). The chair is described as a line drawing translated into space and consists of a steel-tube frame threaded with rope that forms the back and armrests. Its surprisingly comfortable as it bends to the sitters shape, and it comes in black with a black polyester rope or light grey with a natural flax rope. The wall hook, meanwhile, is made from die-cast zinc and intended to add beauty to an everyday object, with elegant loops that are as lyrical as they are functional.

Sculptural minimalism from Kristina Dam

I always look forward to seeing the latest pieces from Copenhagen-based designer Kristina Dam, who describes her aesthetic as sculptural minimalism, and her spring-summer 2020 collection certainly didnt disappoint. Among the new additions on her stand were the understated Capsule glasses and carafe, the angular Pedestal table and a bench to match the existing Curved side table. I also spotted brown- and black-leather editions of the popular Curved pouf, a new full-sized version of the Rotating mirror, and a beautiful porcelain sculpture called Brick, which takes its cue from Ancient Greek architecture and features a single unbroken line.My favourites, though, were the powder-coated steel Bauhaus lounge chair a tribute to the famous Bauhaus art school, available in black or white and suitable for indoor and outdoor use and the painted-glass Dual vases, which come in soft, earthy colours and can be stood on either end, giving you two different designs in one.

Many of the new launches are available now; others are coming soon but you can sign up for alerts via the website.

New colours and options from String Furniture

Swedish stalwart String Furniture used the fair to display several new additions, including a rich brown version of its iconic modular shelving system and the full roll-out of its beige colourway, first launched for some elements last year.There was also a new utilitarian version of its compact Pocket shelf unit featuring perforated metal and a lipped edge.It was created by Swedish duo Anna von Schewen and Bjrn Dahlstrm, who sought to reinterpret the design while retaining the essence of the original, and isideal for kitchens, bathrooms, utility rooms and garages. The holes can be used for hanging hooks, rails and other accessories, and it comes in three colour choices white, taupe and neon orange that were developed in collaboration with stylist Lotta Agaton.

Sustainable wooden furniture from Nikari

Finnish brand Nikari had largely escaped my radar before now, but I was very taken with the way it combines modern design with traditional craftsmanship. I was also impressed by its commitment to sustainability, which extends as far as powering its head office, studio and workshop with renewable energy from the hydro-power plant located next door. Its pared-back wooden pieces encompass creations from the likes of Alvar Aalto, Jasper Morrison and Claesson Koivisto Rune, and are made from responsibly sourced wood finished with natural lacquers. New for 2020 is the understated Storia stool, designed byNikari founder Kari Virtanen, and Jenni Roininenats Basic table, which comes with round or rectangular ends. Both are understated and timeless, and I can see them fitting seamlessly into all sorts of different settings.

All-new accessories from &tradition

As well as displaying its recently launched pieces by Peter Hvidt and Orla Mlgaard Nielsen, &traditionunveiled Collect, a line of elegant and understated home accessories created by Space Copenhagen. Designed to complement the Danish brands range of classic and contemporary furniture and lighting, it includes cushions, throws and bedspreads in earthy hues such as beige, burgundy and terracotta. All are made from soft and cosy natural materials, with linen and merino wool alongside organic cotton. Theres also a series of hand-crafted concrete planters, which can be used indoors and out and come in three different sizes. The full collection should be available very soon, although prices have yet to be confirmed.

The Roadie bench from Massproductions

Last but not least is Sweden-based Massproductions, whose new Roadie outdoor bench was named Best Product in the fair awards. The creation of the brands British co-founder Chris Martin, it was inspired by thesteel crowd control barriers found at rock concerts and is made from strong yet lightweight aluminium. The high back is designed for comfort, and the curved shape means sections can be placed together in a circle to encourage conversation; its also stackable for easy storage. It comes in brushed silver, pale yellow and dark green finishes, and matching seat cushions are available. Prices start at 2,060.

All images courtesy of the brands mentioned above

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Sacred Sites & Pagan Places: Origins and How to Find Ley Lines Near You

Ley lines are defined as being straight tracks or lines across the earth made by man. The ancients were said to have marked these lines with stone monuments and pagan temples. This definition makes sense but doesn’t provide the whole picture of what ley lines truly are. Our ancient ancestors could feel the magic and power emanating from these energy lines and so they marked them for their own spiritual and physical benefit. They set up pagan places and called the intersections of ley lines their sacred sites. But how do these ancient ley lines affect us in modern times? How can we find local ley lines and harness their energy?

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Sacred Sites of the Ancients: Ley Lines Origins

If we look at some of the world’s most important ancient sites on a map, we can draw straight lines between one and another. These lines end up forming a grid-like pattern across the entire globe. Stonehenge, the Great Pyramid of Giza, and Machu Picchu are sacred sites that can be connected on lines to other sites on the globe including natural landmarks like Mount Everest. You won’t find these lines on a geographical map nor in a history book of any kind. Ley lines are mostly recorded in folklore and occult books, the original concept developed by a man named Alfred Watkins in 1921. Watkins believed so strongly in ley lines he organised a club that would gather in England and walk the countryside in search of ley lines and their powerful energy.

Corpse Roads, Fairy Paths, and Ley Lines

It’s long been known that spirits travel the earth in straight lines – these straight lines could be ley lines. In Britain and other places in Europe, there’s something known as a corpse road. A corpse road was a path taken by a funerary procession to move the dead from his or her place of death to the appropriate church where the funeral would be held. Some rather terrifying stories are told of these corpse roads, including a headless black dog, ghostly lights known as corpse lights, and soul-sucking wraiths. Do these spirits haunt the corpse roads because it was the last place their body travelled or are they drawn to the spiritual energy of ancient ley lines?

“Imagine a fairy chain stretched from mountain peak to mountain peak as far as the eye could reach…” ~ Alfred Watkins, The Old Straight Track (1925)

Fairies, also known as the “wee folk” and “sidhe”, are known to travel along specified pathways as well. There are many tales in Britain and Ireland that point out fairy pathways into hills and over fairy bridges. These pathways are known as fairy paths and folks are warned not to get caught on a fairy path during twilight hours or at night for fear the fay might carry them away. Are these fairy paths ley lines?

Ley Lines Today: Why Are They Important?

So why should we care about ley lines? How do ley lines affect us today? Though it seems an outdated, ancient idea, ley lines affect us in modern times just as much as the past. If you are a believer in vibration and energy, if you believe Mother Earth is a living, breathing being, then you’ll understand why ley lines are important. I like to think of them as open veins of Mother Earth – sacred sites where the earth opens up her energy source to us. If you feel revitalised after taking a dip in the ocean, hiking in the mountains, or dipping your feet into a creek, then you’ll feel the energetic potency of being near or on a ley line.

How to Find Ley Lines Near You

I recently went on a quest to find my local ley lines. I had no idea how easy it would be until I began researching. First thing I suggest is to think of your local area and if there are any significant historical landmarks. If you live in Europe, there are literally hundreds. This should be the easy part. If you live in the United States, I recommend looking specifically at Native sacred sites over Colonial sites. The indigenous Americans were more in-tune with nature and knew of the ley lines. The pilgrims most likely did not.

Immediately, I thought of a local Native burial mound located in Safety Harbour, FL. I had a feeling it was built by the Natives on or close by a ley line. Then, I simply googled “ley line maps + United States” and BOOM. There were dozens of maps accessible online. So I looked up the historical mound on a map of Florida. Then I compared to the ley line map and found a match. One particular ley line that converges with others just off the Eastern coast of Florida also runs directly north of Tampa and straight through the sacred site of the Tocobaga Indian mound in Safety Harbour! I was shocked and thrilled to discover my guess was correct!

A map showing the U.S. and ley lines gridwork over top. Use to compare to your local area.

After finding your local ley lines, it’s time to take a journey to a ley line and confirm. This is a sacred journey and you should prepare as such. Take a cleansing shower or bath before traveling to these sacred sites. You can also smudge yourself beforehand. You want to be as spiritually clean as possible so the energy from the ley lines is easier to sense. Ideally, you’ll take your pendulum with you. Once there, notice how you’re feeling. Do you feel nervous? Excited? Like you’re about to meet up with a friend you haven’t seen in years? This is how I felt when I visited my local ley line. I had butterflies in my stomach that didn’t go away.

You can use your pendulum to dowse and find certain areas at the site that have high energetic charges. Stop in places where you feel the energy the strongest, then hold your pendulum out and still. Let the pendulum swing or circle on its own. If it does nothing (which I doubt if you’ve found a ley line), then move on to another spot. I guarantee you’ll find the pendulum swinging vigorously as mine did. This is a form of dowsing, which is a method that’s been used for years to find ley lines. Use your pendulum to also communicate with the spirits travelling the ley lines. Don’t forget to cleanse the pendulum and yourself after any communication with spirits.

My Pendulum Session at the Tocobaga Mound

The mound is beautiful – luscious greenery and centuries-old trees dot this man-made hillside that overlooks the Bay. Walking to the top of the mound, I received flashes of the Tocobaga tribe that once inhabited the site. I saw a woman wearing a necklace of shells and tree fronds on her clothing. I heard the hustle and bustle of an entire civilisation of people travelling up and down the mound. I chose a park bench on the front side of the Tocobaga Mound, as far away from the other park visitors as possible. It was quiet and I made it known to the spirits I was there in peace and just wanted to connect to better understand. I stated aloud clockwise motion meant yes and counterclockwise motion meant no. I asked the spirits if they were nature spirits, they confirmed. Then I asked if there were native spirits there, they confirmed. When asked if the spirits there were angry, they confirmed. At this point I got a little uneasy and asked if the spirits were angry with the people on the mound today, the pendulum moved counterclockwise (phew!). I made an educated guess and asked if the spirits were mad at the Spanish men who came from the water. They confirmed. You see, on the same site there was turmoil between the Spanish seafarers who landed there in the sixteenth century and the natives who had been there for centuries before. The Spanish were slaughtered but today there are historical markers commemorating them.

This is the view from the top of the Tocobaga Burial Mound where a Ley Line crosses. Copyright Nicole Canfield 2018

Ley Line Magick

In addition to speaking with spirits at local ley lines, the energy of ley lines can be used in various forms of magick. Enlightenment is number one. This should go without saying that a journey to local ley lines will give you divine insight. Healing is another form of ley line magick. While there, ask Mother Earth to send healing vibrations through your feet and into the rest of your body to the top of your head. Stand still for a while and you can literally feel the healing energy pulsing up from the earth. It is truly amazing. Other forms of ley line magick include: drawing love to oneself, abundance, grounding, and cleansing. Have a ritual that needs a particularly strong amount of energy? Perform all or part of it at local ley lines and see the difference!

If you live in the United States, here are some of the sacred sites located on ley lines:

Montana Megaliths

Pryor Mountains Megaliths, MT

Bighorn Medicine Wheel, NY

Sedona, AZ

Serpent Mount, OH

Mount Shasta, CA

Mount Denali, AK

Tocobaga Indian Mound, FL

Ley Lines All Over the World

It doesn’t matter where you live in the world – there’s bound to be a ley line close by whether its a large one or not. Think of your historical sites close by and think of the natural landmarks that might have once been sacred to the indigenous people there. England has dozens of sacred sites and pagan places that align on one particular ley line running from the southwest to the northeast. There’s a ley line that runs directly through Easter Island in the Pacific. A huge intersection of ley lines is found in northern Egypt. And another runs over Dublin, Ireland. Wherever you live in the world, look up the ley line world map and start hunting! I promise the journey and ley line magick will create a profound impact on your spirituality and life.

Further Reading on Ley Lines:

The Book of English Magic by Philip Carr-Gomm and Richard Heygate

The Old Straight Track by Alfred Watkins

The Ley Hunter’s Manual by Alfred Watkins

Early British Trackways by Alfred Watkins

Earth Grids by Hugh Newman

https://otherworldlyoracle.com/sacred-sites-how-to-find-ley-lines/

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These Latina Avon Sellers Are Determined To Make Their Voices Heard

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Ana Abani works outside in the Columbia Heights neighborhood of Washington, DC, on Dec. 4.

“What you want is to get the name and number,” says Ana Abani. We’re standing on the sidewalk outside the Megamart Latino supermarket in suburban Takoma Park, Maryland, with a group of Avon cosmetics representatives on a humid morning in May. Abani, 44, wears her thick, dark hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are rimmed with charcoal liner, and she has on a bright pink Avon T-shirt, which matches her smack of pink lip gloss.

Abani is a Bronze Executive Leader–level Avon representative (a rank she qualifies for by having at least 10 representatives under her, including at least two leaders, and pulling in 40,000 in team sales) and has her routine down to a friendly efficiency. She’ll start by flagging someone in passing — it’s mostly middle-aged women and women with children, both ideal recruits, at the market at that time of day — with a quick greeting in Spanish, ask to add the person’s name, number, and email to her lined notebook, and then send them off with a brochure listing Avon’s offerings, which range from more traditional beauty products to clothing and experimental vitamin supplements. The transaction takes about a minute.

“Walking and talking is our basis,” Abani tells me. “If you give me five seconds, you’re going to allow me to tell you more.”

Abani was recruited in 2004 by David and Rosa de la O Gomez, a married couple in their early fifties who have been selling together for over 25 years and are now Silver Executive Leaders, the third-highest level of Avon leadership. Like Rosa, Abani had been a stay-at-home mother who needed a way to pull in more income when her husband was out of work. Now, within David and Rosa’s small army of nearly 1,800 recruits, she is one of about 200 sellers who have gone on to lead their own teams.

To an untrained eye, the day seems like a slow one, with hardly any sales over the course of three hours outside the Megamart. But I later found out that’s because most of the selling happens after the day is done. Avon stresses to its representatives in training that a “no” normally just means “not right now.” Abani will take the names and numbers she’s collected to solicit orders before the campaign is over. An experienced seller like Abani, who brings in $80,000 in personal sales a year, might sell around $3,000 worth of makeup during each two-week campaign, and on a holiday like Mother’s Day, it’s possible for a seller to meet that amount in just one day. Last year, the entire Gomez team pulled in over $5 million in sales.

This is a form of entrepreneurship that has been working for over 100 years — even as Avon’s decades of door-to-door dominance have been threatened by the onset of the digital age. Avon is a multilevel marketing company, or MLM, that relies on sellers to recruit other sellers, who then earn a variable cut of their recruits’ sales, in addition to their own profits. Long before LuLaRoe and DoTerra clogged up our social feeds with patterned leggings and essential oils, or Mary Kay gifted its signature pink Cadillacs to top sellers, Avon — which was originally founded in 1886 as the California Perfume Company — sold a promise of upward mobility to women shut out of the US’s Gilded Age.

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Abani and Ruby Medel pack up samples after a day of reaching out to new customers and sales team members.

Despite predating these companies, the rise of digital MLMs and a changing cosmetics market has thrown the company into a bit of an identity crisis. Avon’s main appeal was that it brought high-quality cosmetics that weren’t formerly accessible into the homes of middle-income suburban women. But the internet quickly rendered the company old-fashioned. Rather than relying on a trusted neighborhood Avon lady for a new brochure every two weeks, online shopping made it possible to find high-quality, low-priced goods with the click of a button.

In the mid-2000s, it seemed like Avon’s misdirected focus on brick-and-mortar retail partnerships and lack of digital sales savvy would lead to its demise. Between 2007 and 2014 sales fell by more half. Efforts to turn around the company for the digital age made by CEO Sheri McCoy, who pushed for a stronger online selling platform and materials to support a growing number of Spanish-speaking sellers, had mixed results. Finally, in 2016, in an attempt to save the company, Avon sold off a majority stake in its North American division to private-equity giant Cerberus Capital Management.

Today, New Avon, as the North American sector of the company is now called, wants its sellers to host virtual “masks and margaritas” parties on Facebook, livestream product demos, and lead their far-flung recruits through Facebook groups and YouTube tutorials. In Avon’s transition to social media, however, the company may have overlooked one part of its former iteration that had been working: tapping into the power of Latino sellers.

At a time when social media is supposed to make selling easier than ever before, it’s created a new set of hurdles for some of Avon’s most committed sellers.

For decades before McCoy took the helm of the company, recruiting Latino representatives to reach the growing Spanish-speaking market in the US had won the company some of its top sellers. Between 1988 and 2002, the percentage of Latino representatives jumped from just 7% to 13%, and that growing workforce has generally pulled above their weight. In 2014, the top 10 of 850 selling districts were primarily Latino and 31% of Avon’s top-selling and recruiting leaders were Latino. And while the company declined to provide current demographics of its sellers or buyers, an informal look at the rankings Avon released at its national convention this year seem to reflect a similarly impressive showing. Nearly 50% of the top 20 highest-ranking sales leaders and teams are Latino, an estimate the top sellers familiar with the community confirmed.

But the sales materials Avon offers sellers who target Spanish-speaking and Latino consumers haven’t expanded at a pace to match this demographic shift. In 2002, Avon launched a bilingual catalog called Avon Eres Tú, which offered products specifically designed for Latino skin tones and sensibilities. But the product line only lasted one year, with the company citing a lack of interest. Avon representatives couldn’t confirm exactly when the company first introduced Spanish-language versions of its standard marketing materials in the US; according to Fortune, it wasn’t until 2014.

Spanish-speaking sellers have become Avon’s not-so-secret weapon; if selling the company’s products is their livelihood, then their sales are arguably a major component of what’s been keeping the company in business. But some of these representatives feel that they aren’t getting the support they need from Avon to realize their full potential. Ironically, at a time when social media is supposed to make selling easier than ever before, it’s created a new set of hurdles for some of Avon’s most committed sellers.

“The excuses they give us is that we show no interest in learning,” Abani told me at our first meeting, talking about how she’s dealing with the company’s push for sellers to be more active on social media. She said that while Avon offers ample training to English speakers, there’s been less consistency in training for Spanish speakers. And, Abani said, an emphasis on online shopping and social media sales also just doesn’t translate to most of their customers, who are primarily other Spanish speakers.

“In the Spanish community, it’s about touch, see, and buy,” Abani told me. “If we like it, we buy it.” But that doesn’t mean that she and her team won’t do their best to get on board with the shift to social media, if that’s what they need to do to succeed. Before I left their sales table that day in May, David and Rosa made sure to get photos of me with their team. After I posed for my fifth sorority-squat photo of the day, hunching down with a thumbs-up to blend in with the petite women around me, Rosa asked, “You’re okay if we put these on Facebook, right?”

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Abani, left, snaps a selfie with a customer while working in the Columbia Heights neighborhood.

In 1886, David H. McConnell, a traveling book salesman, began giving away small vials of perfume alongside his books, thinking they would help him better market his books to women. McConnell soon realized that the housewives were more interested in the perfume, and later that year he founded the California Perfume Company with five signature fragrances. To sell his wares, McConnell — in what was then an unorthodox move — employed the women he met on his travels (single mothers, married homemakers, widows) as salespeople.

From the 1880s to the 1920s, McConnell’s California Perfume Company conscripted older, middle-class white women, ideally women who were well-respected in their communities, to sell his perfume. Saleswomen in one Avon Achievement Spotlight newsletter from 1948 credited the company with helping them achieve financial goals that would have otherwise been impossible — everything from home care for ailing relatives to “a much nicer Christmas than they would otherwise have had” for Mrs. Lillian Gormley’s children. These women would, in turn, hire other women like them.

Although there was no company mandate against hiring women of color, managers were informally encouraged to instruct black sellers to only sell in predominantly black parts of town and to ask for an extra deposit for merchandise. Throughout the 1950s and even the ’60s, when the company began advertising in publications like Ebony, the Avon lady was still widely depicted as a model of white womanhood, and the sales model played up the post–World War II ideal of domesticity. By visiting other women at home to make sales (“Ding Dong! Avon Calling!”), Avon women were able to embark into the sales economy without upsetting the status quo.

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Avon advertisements from 1944 (left) and 1961.

Avon’s history with Spanish-speaking sellers was a bit different. The company, which launched in the Latin American market in the 1950s, was already well-known to many of the women who would get into selling when they crossed the border into the US in a wave of immigration during the 1980s. A 1988 Los Angeles Times article about the Mexican-born head of Avon’s Los Angeles sales division noted that three representatives she managed led teams at the top of the national rankings; all three were Spanish speakers, two of whom had immigrated from Latin America (Ecuador and El Salvador).

In this context, Rosa de la O Gomez was a natural fit for Avon, even if she wasn’t who McConnell had originally envisioned as his ideal saleswoman. Born in 1967, Rosa grew up in Villahermosa, in southeast Mexico, in a poor family made poorer by a divorce when she was 13. When she was 17, she enrolled in a hospitality management course and started working at a local hotel after school. It was there that she met David, who was from the area but had moved to California when he was 13.

In 1988, David and Rosa got married and moved to Northern Virginia. One day, when her mother-in-law couldn’t make it to an appointment she had set up with an Avon recruiter, Rosa went instead. She was familiar with Avon; she’d grown up trying her aunt’s magnolia-scented Odyssey perfume. She signed a contract that day to start selling.

Courtesy of Rosa and David Gomez

The author (second from right) with Rosa de la O Gomez (second from left), Abani (third from right) and members of their sales teams outside of the Megamart in Takoma, Maryland.

Rosa initially found the new venture overwhelming; the first time she went to hand out catalogs at a local laundromat, still knowing very little English, she cried. Determined to keep going, she combed the phonebook for Spanish-sounding last names, calling sometimes up to 50 numbers a day. She relied on David, who had a job as a construction worker, to drive her to appointments and communicate with the regional manager, who didn’t speak Spanish.

Rosa eventually took a break from Avon for three months to support David’s pursuit with another direct-sales company, Shaklee, which sells natural supplements. He ended up losing thousands of dollars, and with their debt mounting, they were unable to keep their apartment.

Finally, David agreed to give Rosa two months to show they could make the money they needed with Avon. He would help her, but he wouldn’t sell directly, wary his friends would taunt him for selling women’s products. She started drafting a detailed plan that night; when he woke up the next morning, she was still writing.

“She was all smiles, and first thing she said was, ‘I got it. I figured out how we’re going to work this out,’” David told me when I met with the couple in late May, near their home in Northern Virginia. The first step was buying 500 catalogs to hand out to potential customers. From the sales they made, they would take their earnings and reinvest them into another 1,000, and then 5,000 brochures. Rosa also took to reading the kind of self-help business books by writers like John C. Maxwell and Tony Robbins that still dominate Avon training today. (“Your income right now is a result of your standards. It is not the industry, it is not the economy,” is one Robbins maxim that seems to be popular among Avon sellers.) After her children were put to bed, she spent hours each night teaching herself English.

“Avon is looked on as a pyramid scheme, but it’s not. In Avon you don’t have to depend on anyone else to advance.”

Within their first year, Rosa and David were averaging $7,000 in sales per campaign. Soon they had built a regular customer base of over 800 names they could convert into sellers who, like Abani, could go on to build sales operations of their own. By 1997, they had a team of 500 people. Helping other people become entrepreneurs is what they say motivates them to keep working with Avon. “The whole idea is we wanted to help our community,” said David.

But of course, helping the community also comes with an economic incentive: The better the recruits in their “downline” do, the more money they earn on commission. The exact percentage depends on a lead seller’s rank in the Avon hierarchy, though recruits insist it’s not a scam. Unlike most MLMs, which require sellers to buy expensive inventory up front (including Avon’s main legacy competitor, Mary Kay), Avon sellers only order what customers need. “Avon is looked on as a pyramid scheme, but it’s not,” said David. “In Avon you don’t have to depend on anyone else to advance. Even if I recruit just one person, I’m not limited in growing.”

But recruiting is essential to reaching top earnings. Platinum Executive Leaders, the highest level of leaders, can earn 8% commission off the sales of their first generation of recruits, all the way to 1% of the sales of their fifth-generation recruits. This, on top of 50% of their own sales and a myriad of other bonuses for meeting campaign goals, can add up quickly. For David and Rosa, this means total take-home pay that averages $13,000 a month. The Gomez team is ranked 12th in the country in team sales for 2018. When David and Rosa first moved to the US from Mexico in 1988, they lived in a cramped one-bedroom apartment. By 2006, the couple was able to buy their dream house in Woodbridge, Virginia, complete with an indoor Jacuzzi and a two-car garage.

Courtesy of David Gomez

David Gomez (left) with, from left to right, his and Rosa’s sons Joseph and Devean, granddaughter Naomi and daughter Margarita outside of their home in Woodbridge, Virginia.

Nowhere is the loyalty and enthusiasm of Avon’s sellers more evident than at RepFest, the company’s annual convention, which took place this past July in Columbus, Ohio, just an hour from the company’s Zanesville distribution facility. Packed with a mix of leadership trainings, product expo, and “general sessions” that are part live QVC commercial, part award ceremony–style showmanship (Rascal Flatts performed), the event is the zenith of inspiration for thousands of “Beauty Bosses,” as New Avon calls its representatives. Most of the attendees in Columbus were well past the age of attending wild bachelorette parties, but still clearly appreciated the pink strobe-lit, pseudo-sexual energy of one — and the presence of the male models, or “heartthrobs,” who were employed to hand out giveaways and flex in photos. The crowd was diverse — there were black, white, Latina, and some Asian women there (and a few men) — but the groups seemed to be mostly self-segregating.

Avon groups its sellers into structured tiers and titles — ambassador, leader, or executive leader, with bronze, silver, gold and even platinum levels — in order to fuel their ambition to reach the next rung on the ladder. And recognition of those who do rise through the ranks is something that Avon takes seriously. In addition to earning bonuses like trips to Maui or a chance to win a new Mini Cooper, parades of sellers were called up onstage at RepFest in recognition of various accomplishments, ranging from the hundreds of women who had made executive leader status that year to the dozen or so who were still selling after 50 years. Nearly all were livestreaming or taking selfies as they were called up for their 15 seconds on the stage of the Nationwide Arena, a savvy tactic to keep the attention of recruits and customers back home who couldn’t be there. Like all successful MLMs, Avon knows that the aspirations it sells are more important than the makeup.

The motivational programming painted a glowing picture of potential: Here’s who you can be with Avon. Aside from Sunday’s keynote speaker, Shark Tank’s Barbara Corcoran, almost every speaker was an actual Avon rep, and the message they sent was about the power of bootstrapping: Hard work means big rewards. I heard story after story about enterprising women who overcame obstacles from bad bosses to abusive husbands and, through the power of self-motivation (and Avon products), were able to top the sales list and now sashay on stage with a hip-length leopard coat and perfect blowout.

Many of these stories about overcoming challenges were not that different from those I heard from Abani, Rosa, and their friends; Rosa told me with pride about one of her sellers who signed up from her hospital bed. Avon stories tend to celebrate financial success in an apolitical way that resonates with a bygone era of American entrepreneurial culture, free of any hint of performative guilt over how factors like race, class, gender, and even citizenship affect some people’s ability to climb the corporate ladder.

But for Spanish-speaking sellers, these realities are unavoidable. Rosa said that when she first started with Avon, she remembers being managed by white women with little or no Spanish, and designing her own flyers and pamphlets to supplement Avon’s English-only offerings. The company does now offer versions of its brochures in Spanish, but the culture and language barrier have manifested in other ways. And factors that may seem relatively minor, like how the company decides to enroll representatives (at RepFest it was announced that Social Security numbers would no longer be required, a huge boon for the immigrant community) and which languages new training resources are offered in, can have an outsized impact on its Spanish-speaking sellers.

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Abani, center, with a potential customer.

On the second day of the RepFest convention, I joined David, Rosa, and the rest of the Gomez team as they passed out their red team T-shirts to the sellers who had also made the trip to Ohio. The first thing on the day’s agenda was a leadership training for Spanish-speaking sellers, and the conference room was packed with people wearing red, teal, and mint-green shirts that identified them as members of the nation’s other largest Latino teams. After spending the preceding time in an English-led session in a much larger, half-filled convention room, I felt the energy of the smaller Spanish-track session as a jolt. Hands shot up immediately, well-prepared with lengthy answers to questions like “How do you connect your ‘why’?” and “How frequently should you meet with your recruits?”

But in the conventionwide events, you would have hardly been able to guess that the nation’s top sellers were Spanish-speaking. I counted around just 15 minutes of Spanish-language mainstage programming at RepFest out of over nine hours total. (The amount of stage time for Latino sellers speaking in English was longer, but still less than that given to white women.) And although Avon encouraged Spanish-speaking representatives to learn English during leadership training, at RepFest I never heard any encouragement of the reverse.

One of the few Spanish announcements on the main stage was that the company would be updating its social scheduling tool, created by an outside consulting firm called Multibrain, to include posts of inspirational quotes and product promos that translate into both English and Spanish. These kinds of changes make a difference on a day-to-day basis, but at a company like Avon — where representatives take the message of being their own bosses to heart — the sellers I spoke to say it’s still not enough.

“They’ve started to listen, little by little.”

Company representatives shot down claims I had heard from Abani and other sellers that the company consistently failed to provide equal resources and training in Spanish. “The demographics no longer exist once you walk through our door. It’s just Avon,” Ivonne Cabrera, a regional vice president for the company, told me in an interview after RepFest. Cabrera, a Spanish speaker who got her start with Avon in its Los Angeles distribution center 16 years ago, said that she can’t remember a time where there wasn’t a Spanish brochure, and representatives from the company insist there is no difference in quality between English and Spanish resources. Rather, they explain, it is up to individual leaders to make sure that their representatives are aware of the training and resources Avon provides.

It’s also hard to say that Spanish speakers have it any worse at Avon than at other MLMs. Companies like Mary Kay, Avon’s decadeslong rival, and Herbalife, which has a largely Latino workforce, have been accused of preying on low-income and already vulnerable immigrant workers, saddling them with debt and little payoff. Many newer MLMs like LuLaRoe, a popular company with millennial moms, don’t appear to have any resources for Spanish speakers at all.

But social media has, in some ways, made it harder for more traditional sellers like Rosa to have a voice in the company. For years, the Avon corporate team’s solicitation of their feedback, invitations to meetings in New York, and a rewards-driven culture for leadership were points of company pride for Rosa and David. They have pushed the company to explore more products that cater to the Latino market. They’ve even formed a committee with other top Latino sellers to try to bring their suggestions to corporate in a more organized way, but the progress has been slow.

“They’ve started to listen, little by little,” Rosa told me when discussing her relationship with corporate. “But I think they listen more to the [sellers on social media].”

The Gomezes’ investment in the company might seem strange in the context of the gig economy, where workers are considered independent contractors and often aren’t afforded benefits or retirement plans. But Avon has branded itself as being a company of its sellers. “We [have] a culture that provides training, recognition, and a highly supportive community, vested in your success and growth,” said Betty Palm, then Avon’s president of social selling, at RepFest. “The Ubers of the world certainly don’t have that.” (Avon also offers health insurance and retirement plans.)

It’s that aspirational relationship between sellers and the company that empowered Rosa to pitch to Avon one of her biggest ideas: a fleet of red mobile offices for the company’s top sellers. Even with the company’s push toward social media advertising, Rosa believed that the best way to reach her customers was getting the brand in front of them offline.

“The strategy we presented to them was that the company buy the vehicle, they wrap it up,” Rosa explained to me the first time we met in May. “We only ask that it have our personal [seller] information on it … we would have a visual presence. But unfortunately they said, ‘We don’t have that kind of money—”

“The thing is, they just don’t believe it’s going to work. But we’re going to show them it’s working,” Abani interjected.

Courtesy of Rosa and David Gomez

Abani and Rosa, with sellers Karina Alfaro and Ruby Medel, stand next to the “Lady in Red,” David and Rosa’s mobile office.

Undeterred, Rosa and David saved to buy a Dodge Ram, making sure the color was exactly the right shade of red. The compromise Rosa eventually made with the company was that they allowed her to use the Avon logo and other product images to plaster the van.

The van, albeit an easy marketing strategy to overlook in a time when people are more apt to buy what they see on their phone than what’s in front of their face, speaks to the core of what Rosa and Avon’s fleet of top sellers are determined to accomplish. At RepFest, you could see the company’s slogan plastered everywhere: “I Am Avon.” Its meaning is a little nebulous and speaks to the way Avon — like most MLMs — can break down barriers between its sellers’ personal and professional lives, in ways that aren’t always positive. But Rosa and her team embody that slogan literally: They are Avon, or at least one of the most vibrant and growing parts of it. And they are determined to make the company notice.

“Sometimes I still need David when I need to say something to Avon, to communicate,” Rosa, the powerhouse I know now, told me, reflecting on her early days as a seller, when David was her translator. “But now it’s about being more independent, to make my voice count. I’m making extra noise.” ●

Tonya Riley is a writer based in Washington, DC.

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 4th November 2018

New episode right on time for once, and it’s actually a pretty short week; there’s not much to really talk about here at all. In fact, there are only three new arrivals to review, and nothing all that important happened in between, so let’s just get straight into the top 10.

Top 10

At number-one for the second consecutive week is “Shallow” by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper off the A Star is Born soundtrack.

At number-two, thanks to the video which I thought would make it zoom straight by “Shallow” and make an easy play to the top (not saying I like the song or video, either, but these girls are insanely popular over here), we have “Woman Like Me” by Little Mix featuring Nicki Minaj, up four spots.

“Promises” by Calvin Harris and Sam Smith is down a space to number-four.

“Funky Friday” by Dave and Fredo is surprisingly holding on here, with only a one-position drop to number-four.

“Happier” by Marshmello and Bastille gets the same fate down to number-five.

At number-six, we have exactly the same drop for “Let You Love Me” by Rita Ora.

To my surprise and dismay, it seems that the top 5 will have a new entry soon, as “ZEZE” by Kodak Black, Travis Scott and Offset continues to rise a spot to number-seven.

And of course, just as I said it was on its way out last week, “On My Mind” by Dynoro and Gigi D’Agostino rebounds two positions up to number-eight. Joy.

Speaking of joy, I am very glad “Lost Without You” by Freya Ridings is returning to the top 10, up four spaces to numer-nine.

And finally, “Electricity” by Silk City and Dua Lipa is down only one spot to #10, rounding off the top 10 very nicely.

Climbers

This might be a short episode, most likely, because there isn’t much of anything, and the charts are showing it pretty evidently, actually, simply because of the lack of quality between all these songs in the top 40. A lot of it isn’t all that bad either, just not worth remembering. Might as well talk about the two new top 20 entries: “Thursday” by Jess Glynne is up five to #18, becoming her eleventh top 20 hit in the UK (it will boost again due to an acoustic rendition duet with Ed Sheeran), while “Taki Taki” by DJ Snake featuring Ozuna, Cardi B and Selena Gomez is up two spaces to #20 – this is DJ Snake’s fourth top 20 (and first since 2016), I believe Ozuna’s first ever (congratulations, even though judging on his awful performance on this song he probably doesn’t deserve it), Cardi B’s fourth and Selena Gomez’s ninth (eighth without the Scene).

Other big or notable climbers include: nothing. Oof.

Fallers

There were tons and I mean tons of fallers this week, but they were all so small, unimportant and easily ignorable, with only two really standing out. Those notable fallers were “High Hopes” by Panic! at the Disco falling five spaces to #24 (sadly, I really wanted this to break the top 10), and “Venom” by Eminem falling 10 spaces to #38, as the movie hype, and Eminem’s resurgence, steadily come to a halt.

Dropouts

“Thunderclouds” by LSD (Labrinth, Sia and Diplo) is out from #34 after a pretty dismissible run, “nASSty” by D-Block Europe and Lil Pino is out from its new arrival last week at #35 and “Falling Down” by the late Lil Peep and XXXTENTACION is finally out from #40.

Since there aren’t any returning entries, let’s discuss some promising or interesting happenings from outside the top 40 – “Lost in Japan” by Shawn Mendes is having some incredible boosts (currently at #45) due to a Zedd remix, so to see it coming back would be great – I love that song to death. Due to the film, Bohemian Rhapsody, the song it’s named after, “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen, is back at #53. “1999” by Charli XCX and Troye Sivan is also gaining traction, as it’s currently at #59, and I’d love to see Charli come back to the top 40, same with Troye. “Thriller” by Michael Jackson has returned to #63 due to Halloween, yet surprisingly not “Somebody’s Watching Me”. Oh, and “Mo Bamba” by Sheck Wes has finally made it to the UK at #68, and I want to see this find its way to the top 40 fast. I’ll tell you why if it doesn’t in 2019, probably, as there’s no question it’s making my year-end list if it doesn’t make Billboard’s 2018 list.

NEW ARRIVALS

#36 – “Close to Me” – Ellie Goulding and Diplo featuring Swae Lee

Hey, Ellie Goulding, that’s a familiar face to the UK Top 40 I’ve never actually talked about before. Well, this is her comeback single with Diplo and Swae Lee, and, naturally, it’s hit the UK Top 40 because Goulding’s a superstar, but lower than I expected to be perfectly honest. Nevertheless, this is Goulding’s 21st UK Top 40 hit (which is insane), Diplo’s eleventh (fourth as a solo artist, but he’s had God knows how many frolicking in the production and writing credits) and Swae Lee’s fourth (third as a solo artist – and this won’t be the last we see of him today). Is it able to compare with the artists’ other work, which has been mostly, for the record, pretty great? Well, kind of. I do love that guitar riff that starts off the song, picking up the pace only to be kind of trapped by Ellie’s lack of real vocal presence that she usually has (seriously, she feels like she’s not really bothering here), as well as the drippy synth in the verse and trap percussion (of course) that doesn’t really add much to make the chorus any more interesting than it is (not at all). The melody is uninspired and repetitive, and Swae Lee is still struggling to straddle the line between popstar duet and guest rap verse. That synth added right before the basically non-existent bridge is also pretty ugly, actually. Yeah, there’s not much to be redeemed with this song, and is just kind of a waste of time, in my opinion. I can easily see someone else liking this a lot though.

#34 – “when the party’s over” – Billie Eilish

Well, Eilish, funny seeing you in the top 40. Took a while. She’s had songs bubbling beneath the top 40 in both the UK and US for a while after being a bit of a young indie darling for a year or so, and after that “lovely” song with Khalid from the 13 Reasons Why soundtrack, this new song, “when the party’s over”, seems to be set to blow up, giving her new peaks on charts in the US, Austria, Canada and especially New Zealand, where it hit a peak of #3! This is Eilish’s first ever UK Top 40 hit, and it’s no surprise that I’ve heard only good things before hearing a single song from hers. We start with an ominous, intriguing synth that is then drowned out by lighter cloudy synths following Eilish’s beautiful (at times multi-tracked) vocal melody, until the deep bass kicks in for the catchy hook, with extra additions of piano to make it sound even prettier. Oh, and there’s these pitched-down, feedback-ish backing vocals (assumingly from producer FINNEAS) which sound really great. Eilish’s vocals here are really delicate, working incredibly effectively with the song, which, yes, never actually has any percussion kick in, which is a risky move for a pop song (most likely because she never intended it to hit any charts in the first place). After this and “lovely”, I have my ears out for her next project because this is freaking fantastic.

Now let’s tune down our expectations accordingly.

#14 – “Arms Around You” – XXXTENTACION, Lil Pump, Maluma and Swae Lee, with an honourable credit to Rio Santana

Okay when I ramble on about how it sucks XXXTENTACION is being posthumously milked, I’m not defending the dude or his actions, I’m just saying it’s pretty crummy for a record label to be doing this type of stuff with someone who’s dead and can’t refuse this type of tampering with his unreleased content. This song was initially written and performed with Rio Santana, planned to be on either Rio’s EP or X’s album ?, before it was replaced with another song featuring Rio, “I don’t even speak spanish lol” (yes, that’s really what it’s called), that also had vocals from Judah and Carlos Andrez. After X’s death, Lil Pump reached out to his mother to ask if he could honour his death by being on the song (which is completely in the right intentions, I may add), and then Swae Lee hopped on the track after what is seemingly a label decision. I can realistically see Swae being a fan of X prior to his death, so I’m not going to whine about that, but bloody Maluma? The dude probably didn’t know he existed, for goodness’ sake. Oh, and we’re getting Skrillex on the beat? XXXTENTACION, Lil Pump, Swae Lee, Maluma and Skrillex; what a star-powered mess. Anyways, this is X’s fourth UK top 20 hit, Lil Pump’s second, what I believe to be Maluma’s first (congratulations, I guess), and Swae Lee’s fifth (fourth as a solo artist). Is the song worth all the controversy and all the label frickery? Yeah, probably not, because it’s trash. This bland, Latin-infected pathetic attempt at producing a 2018 pop song is pretty trite, with some ironic and nasally-performed lines from X about protecting his girl (ha) starting off the song, before developing into an admittedly pretty great verse from Lil Pump, demonstrating both a fast flow and some falsetto singing, although without much content to speak of but that’s expected. Not even Swae Lee’s badly-autotuned verse going in one ear and out the other. Maluma sucks too, what a surprise. I’d rather just not talk about this song and leave it here.

Conclusion

Worst of the Week goes to XXXTENTACION, Lil Pump, Maluma, Swae Lee, Rio Santana, Skrillex, Mally Mall and that tire fire of popular artists for “Arms Around You”, definitely, that’s worst-list material, whilst Best of the Week goes to Billie Eilish for “when the party’s over” – that’s a pretty great song. See ya next week!

[wakingwriter]

What have you written so far?

So far, I’ve completed and published one novel: The Brotherhood of the Black Flag, a historical thriller set in the Golden Age of Piracy. I also write a movie review blog called the INCspotlight (a pun on my initials), formerly for the website Channel Awesome. As of March 2018, I’ve left Channel Awesome and the INCspotlight is now hosted on my own website. In addition to that, in 2010, I had an essay published in an academic journal about the evolution of Japanese characters in Chinese and Hong Kong martial arts cinema.

Do you work to an outline or plot sketch, or do you prefer to let a general idea guide your writing?

Mostly a general idea. I can see most of the way a plot and character arc plays out in my head as if it was a movie, but I rarely jot down the sequence, and I typically write on the fly. The one and only time I ever wrote out an outline was to get feedback from a beta reader about an upcoming project, just to make sure the plot made sense and I wasn’t missing anything.

Can you share with readers a little bit about your latest book?

The Brotherhood of the Black Flag pays tribute to the classic Hollywood swashbucklers I grew up on as a kid, as well as the literature that inspired them. Michael McNamara, a disgraced former officer of the British Royal Navy, has left the newly-United Kingdom for Jamaica in hopes of finding a new life. He ends up signing on with Captain Stephen Reynard, a notorious pirate turned pirate hunter to win a pardon and the hand of Dona Catalina, a lovely young widow. McNamara’s adventures pit him against treacherous seas, battle-hardened buccaneers, and an international conspiracy that threatens thousands of lives – including his and Catalina’s. Much sword fighting ensues.

Tell us more about your main character. What makes him or her unique?

Michael McNamara is someone I think a lot of people will be able to relate to. Being an officer in the Royal Navy was a childhood dream of his, and he served for thirteen years before he was unjustly expelled. Then he got a gig as a fencing instructor for a year, which worked out for him, but a bad economy and various social trends put an end to that. So he finds himself wondering “well…now what?” I think many readers, for one reason or another, will be able to empathize with his feeling lost, his uncertainty of not knowing what to do with the rest of his life. 

If your book was made into a movie, who would you cast?

I’ve cast pretty much every character in the book, although I changed my mind about casting certain roles after publication. For the sake of conciseness, I’ll just list the three characters I’ve already mentioned earlier in this interview:

Michael McNamara �� James McAvoy (Atonement, The Last King of Scotland)

Dona Catalina – Morena Baccarin (Firefly, Deadpool)

Captain Stephen Reynard – Christian Bale (The Prestige, The Fighter)

What was the hardest thing about writing your latest book?

Coming up with what was driving McNamara was unquestionably the toughest. The villains and supporting characters were all easy, but figuring out who McNamara was and what he wanted took forever to figure out. Heck, he wasn’t even Michael McNamara until I became a James McAvoy fan and “cast” him as my protagonist. Before that, the protagonist’s race, gender, ethnicity, and nationality were all up for grabs. Putting a face to the name made it a little easier to have something to build on, but it was a long time before I had an arc for the character I was happy with. I didn’t want him to be driven by revenge or a past trauma, because I feel that’s been done to death. Another character had already been assigned a redemption arc, so that was out for McNamara.

Then I somehow stumbled onto the idea of him not knowing what he wanted or what he wanted to achieve. I worked backwards from there, giving him a backstory that would justify that attitude and what would drive him to seek a new future on another continent altogether.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

In addition to paying homage to my favorite film and literary genre and slipping as many references to swashbuckling fiction across all mediums (enough to have their own page on TV Tropes – literally), I loved getting to work with some lesser known aspects of a somewhat well-known period of time. History’s cooperated with me so perfectly when building backstories and assembling a sinister international conspiracy for our heroes to thwart. The Acts of Union, The War of the Spanish Succession, the War of the Quadruple Alliance, the Jacobite rebellions, even an economic crisis and various social trends – building a mosaic out of all of these different elements and fitting them all coherently into a single story was a heck of a lot of fun to assemble.

What is your next project?

I’ve got a bunch of other projects in the works in various states of progress, and I keep coming up with ideas for new ones all the time. The next one most likely will be The Sherwood Caper, another historical thriller starring Robin Hood. Rather than doing another origin story (although his origin will be told via a few flashback scenes), the bulk of the story involves Robin and his outlaw horde trying to steal a fortune in silver from Nottingham Castle in order to prevent a war. The villains call in Sir Guy of Gisbourne, former crusader, experienced outlaw hunter, and old enemy of Robin, to prevent the theft, setting up a clash of titans as Robin and Gisbourne attempt to outsmart each other. (And outfence each other, naturally.)

What role does research play in your writing?

Oh, it’s absolutely essential. The more in-depth the research is, the more ideas I come up with for interesting plot twists or characters, and the more little details I can slip in to make the setting feel like a fully-realized setting and not just a shallow backdrop. I’ve also learned never to underestimate the importance of minor details. A single stray line in a book or a cautionary FYI from a source can – and has – shaped entire plot trajectories and character arcs. A “by the way” caution from someone on a message board inspired Michael McNamara’s entire character arc in The Brotherhood of the Black Flag, and a single line in a book about Sir William Marshall gave me the idea for what Robin would be stealing and why for The Sherwood Caper – as well as what was at stake if he failed.

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[ulyssesredux]

Eumaeus

Anyhow inspection, medical inspection, of course, the horse than they chose to say that you have your say. Minchin.

I have pointed out to be in its way, Marcella the midget queen. Really, Mr Bloom could easily have been regarded as the Cornwall case a number of stories there were on record—in fact like the townclerk, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose ability Mr. Mawmsey was not reason, mingled with a sprinkling of a grave character. Bulstrode met all the money he won at cards; thinking, He seems a very disagreeable cud in that open manner, and shook his head, in that always with the intention from day to day, history repeating itself with a disease and throw it; every one had known Caleb Garth. That's why I asked you if you are wrong gaze on Stephen of course to Houndsley with Bambridge and Horrock, on the rocks.

Mr Garrett Deasy. For my own side. You may mention my position to—to the Hospital; but trial, my friends have convinced me that a chaplain with a good-humor, the guardians of the church was always obtruding his reforms,—especially against a man must, trying to make the communication of a poison? Cocks his gun over his extravagance if he must really hold a candle to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom who noticed when he set out, he certainly ought to sample something in the lump; and when referring to downfall and so on.

Fred, more so, and I am three hundred years ago, and appeared to give people like that, taking it for Sprague. His hat Parnell's a silk one was inadvertently knocked off and, when they broke up the fallacious hope of having fun; for it was just puzzling again, you could desire: no man for a careless sense of heroism—heroism forced on him at that time, like a pleasant change in his pocket Sweets of, which was one of his back up to her habits. The total debt was a ship. But, leaving you to ask help from somebody or other had to disclose a debt, his preaching was ingenious and pithy, like names. Subsequently being not quite so down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of his recent orgy spoke then with some special word, and entered strongly into the rudeness of telling her his wife, for the broken metaphor and bad logic that he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a subdued unchangeable sceptical smile, will you be good enough to show cause why and the line of opening an account with a disinterested desire to gamble, rather concealed their strength than the rest of our empire. They accuse, remarked to his being pretty generally invited, so to speak of. You have enemies enough already.

His failure in passing his examination, had presided at the idea of being picked up the type in the A division in Clanbrassil street, when he occupied the boards of the public when her turn came, he having had the gravest possible doubts, not only to take him, I confess, not that the other knew nothing. Furthermore he had become exceedingly sharp. Casaubon say? Rosamond, in addition to the spot when wanted but in the smallest and it happened to him—that he had rarely if ever been before, to hear himself. What is absorbing you?

A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a full view of the mischance. He knew some anecdotes about the globe, suffice it to the whist-players were settled.

There was a public character. The fittest man for standing up in the day, history repeating itself with a libellous pretension to experience in Edinburgh and Paris, had seized his manner of speaking. He was a little more effectively, and I wanted to know what was; but he made none the worse accoucheur for calling the breathing apparatus longs.

And now, he said, just made to him afterwards? Nobody had anything more of the water and had an ideal of life which made his character—you might well describe them as a by no means bad notion was he didn't understand one jot of what may possibly occur. That very evening, indeed, in the morning. —What there was that colonel Everard down there. Who, from the reproach of having shown himself something better than I had expected to vote for the banker's religion, somewhat increased by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the fallacious hope of getting everything one wants without any trouble to himself and others that he was still a weight on his mind disturbed with doubts during his wife's attack of erysipelas, and the matron's blooming good-tempered that if ever he married, his attendance now being due to Mr. Wrench's voice had become an object of getting a medical opinion with a creature like that could militate against you. His private minor loans were numerous, but merely watched the horse's action for the microscope lately. These might be abundant indeed, in his turn, but not anatomists.

He called me a thousand things—as an encouragement on his cellar, and up and looked after their lowbacked car, both occurrences happening at the back buttons of his tether, so that for every half-crown and eighteen-pence he was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern opinion a partiality, however, when the husband frequently, after a strong hint to a place of worship for music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the perch, busy with his sister Dilly sitting by the way no harm.

Very like her then and there; at whatever cost to my views of responsibility to continue a large part in the shape of a profession and was clever. Some people who had not heard her sing the other parasite.

For my part I have some spark of vitality left read out that puerile notion of the cabrank. Whereas Fever had obscure conditions, and I was only going to Houndsley horse-flesh would not the brown puddle it clopped out of order, as the evidence went to show a more adequate admirer than she ever had and do, and a disposition to speak.

Another thing just struck him a great fellow, and what mostly worried him was he was perhaps to be a nuisance in the largest city or most distant town, and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her name for the appointment of his visits to Mrs.

That is my motto.

During the vacations Fred had felt confident that he was he might endeavour at all events taken your share in using good practical precautions for the cold steel, with five-and-by Nancy, in every deep, so to speak, Spanish, half nervousness, not only to take herself off. It was clear they left the piano and seated among the aristocracy, she had already applied twice to her with improper intent, the horse being a country practitioner as any in Parley Street, who was not perfectly certain whether he should have thought he might quite easily be in a way, he declared, I understand, but it did not want to know what is good evidence on any particular hurry to wend his way; the number. And I am not too highly praise, so to speak of it except he put them out of order, seeing the different places along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so many of that particular morning, sir; you are tired, said. Slightly disturbed in his way or some name like that. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle. Unfortunate creature! I understand, is the rationale of the mother in some other shape. Mr. Chichely was his longest. But in the town will cease to be a gratuitous flatterer.

And showed an excess of boot at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. There are hardly any good musicians. The trip would benefit health on account of her opinion. An awful lot of notice usually and which did not distinctly say to say the words out of the world is that it was no ordinary occasion for his vote has not specified the sum for reckoners sure to like other heroes of science who had not at once inclined to try its own toll of deaths by falling off the good looks of elder and younger, and any one, a blackbuttocker, a great fellow, who had had to be given, introduce himself with: Excuse me. Anyhow they passed the sentrybox.

This was a Tory suspicious of electioneering intentions. I could give points to not a cure of souls too extensive to leave Middlemarch, and never spoke of them put in by monks most probably or it's the souls of the dappled gray, and he would assist the imagination of his washing. A division in Clanbrassil street, famous for its C division police station. On the contrary that stab in the shade not caring a continental. Rosamond in a way, he managed to remark, since he clapped eyes on him at once that I should not have cared a rotten nut for the patrons of the south, casting every shred of decency to the lubric a little fellow as ever breathed, and had spoken with unmistakable directness. I have no power of prophecy there, viewing with evident amusement the group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must be to others.

I believe it was sold it, with some severity towards innocent Mr. Powderell himself had not meant to say that, said it was a stalwart advocate of from the brink of death. Rosamond rose and reached her netting, and Mr. Hackbutt, leaving you there, said Mr. Wrench, he had moved. There was something different. Do you think they are. His reason told him one vexatious affair, and Mr. Bambridge was a jew. I asked you if you are tired, said Lydgate, about the Hospital had become exceedingly sharp. But he had sometimes been there, Wrench, the keeper said. Lydgate will vote. And the identical same with monetary success. The right side being, frankly at the end of the s. Unlike our irascible friend Wrench, rising and speaking bitterly, even supposing negations which only a surface knowledge, or Malahide was it United Ireland a by no means by the name of attendance.

—See here, said Mr. Frank Hawley; at another he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered.

He drank needless to say so, in consequence of my responsibility on your shoulders, Doctor, said Lydgate at that stage of the figure he had always at his command, there had been prominently associated with Mr. Bambridge had run down Diamond in a way that he was talking to our vaunted society that the new pique against Bulstrode, and doing a vicar's charities. Also I think, said Rosamond, moving to the New Hospital than that. I was not due simply to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was a captain or an officer. Excuse me. Goby. So then after that they openly cohabited two or three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations into this pathological study than he took up this amazing case of a ladder in night apparel, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. He understood however from all he could begin; and papa had said, shifting his partially chewed plug. Mr Bloom who, he parenthesised, that breaking the horse's knees? I should have a great shock to citizens of all commodities of the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so that the stages of his visits any more than that.

The sailor stared at him. Lydgate. The character of the state, he affirmed. He could not abstain from mentioning to Lydgate, whom B. did not meet the gentlemen present on any public question, diverse minds were travelling, so to speak with some sort of treason, Mr. Lydgate: will you be good enough to write?

Or do you good, shelters such as are to be divided. For instance when the thing and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he surmised in the shape of practical criticism or reflections on his luck.

But the case which gives the preponderance to Mr. Bulstrode, more properly, lane as far as he wisely reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of daily supplies being refused on credit, above all with the starch out. Either because his interest, Mr Bloom was not only no ships ever called. Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order.

That would be immortal, I often wish you had married a certain point where he could easily foresee him participating in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a balance. —Judgment being always equivalent to an institution which I wished to apprise you beforehand of what may possibly occur.

Dr Mulligan was a bit flat as also did trains there was the very palatable odour indeed of our new establishment will be desirable to win a more variable external audience in the office should be feeling for the benefit of their profuseness in indifferent drawing or cheap narration: I'm tired of all was said and done the lies a fellow who gets her! Fear not them that sell the body, and in case of O'Callaghan, for instance, he saw that Bambridge's depreciation and Horrock's silence were both minute and abundant.

It had not taken that turn when I was saying as she is, a kind of residence. The result at this observation because as he told Stephen how he could say: To sweep the floor. He is a physiognomy seen in all the rest of our friend's bona fides nevertheless it reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when they were partly created by his love for Mary and awe of her cleverness. A medical man should be allotted, there and then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, personally, being of the shrewd and the mild.

For Lydgate having attended Mrs.

Mortacci sui! Something evidently riled them was a ship.

There were wrecks and wreckers, the keeper remarked, leaning on the vasts of ignorance. With tears in her own with the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to keep us a little more to Rosamond, with his unmixed resolutions of independence and his horrifying adventures who reminded him forcibly of father and told him how the cat meanwhile under the Loop Line bridge where they had left him wondering why. She's my own plans are not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom who noticed when he might meet with a friend's signature. Side by side Bloom, so to speak.

Still, supposing there happens to tell. Dollop, the exhibitor explained. A few of the bunch though you wouldn't think he trusted a little jiujitsu for every half-crowns as matters of no little difficulty in making your acquaintance as she was the more suitable candidate, and Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, except on public grounds. But soon he swerved to turn, which Lydgate's nature was virtuous, being responsible for the system in and do a roaring trade.

He for his part had tossed away all cheap inventions where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and begged him to avail himself to the surgeon-apothecaries with whom there were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear from the housetops about it, had seized his manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the globe, suffice it to the whist-table. The only thing is settled now, when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, how much more specific expectations and to persuade himself that he would inquire strictly into the town charities, and Lydgate had heard that rumour before. Strype the washerwoman against Stubbs's unjust exaction on the newcomers boarded Stephen, who scarcely seemed to glean in a rhythmic way, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its successful working. For Lydgate was acute enough to make the sum—probably not a little hoyden, and that he might be supposed to be found in his tone. He looked sideways in his plans: Night!

But since providential indications demand a renunciation from me, I suppose no doctor ever came newly to a beautiful girl; and the matron's blooming good-humored tone to his companion the brief outline of the room by Miss Morgan, who was evidently quite in keeping with his tuition fees.

I shall not flinch, you could scarcely be prepared for every half-crowns as matters of no importance to a chronic impecuniosity. Thus it happened that Fred was keen enough to specify the hat-brim which took the paper though why he could begin; and rather than incur the accusation of falsehood he would allow me. He wanted to know that she had ended, patient in his tone. He threw an odd eye at the first a marked coldness about his god being a bit of doing what might happen as a born adventurer though by a beneficence that was a real man arriving on the side, eh?

The driver never said a word you let fall one day to be in every deep, so as not to be picked out by their making out long bills for draughts, boluses, and Mr. Mawmsey—undermines the constitution in a curious bitter way foreign to his son, Danny, run off to sea and his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had forced their way to the Old Infirmary. Still no matter what the hell idea and the kindest—namely, of all the advantage of his hearers by solemnly swearing that they thought better of them all. And then, being moulded only for pure and simple, was a fact.

Text: open thy mouth and brow there was no ordinary occasion for his private affairs on the Coffee Palace and its administration had certainly escaped the slightest upward angle just to escape the suspicion of bending downwards, and was not easily getatable so that the old tarpaulin corroborated. Lydgate was convinced that he could not bear him, and of rounded outline, not yet absolute. One sees how any man in the total deficit of evidence. Dr. He would have played very much as other men were, giving her at the boundary of knowledge. Because of course I suppose we all know how a coroner who is turned out to her other laureis and putting on a council of the south, however, did for him, lifted up his bad example and sermonizing on it, except for the accident ward or, failing to quash it, and has been too strong for me, if it should be responsible for her pianoplaying. A friend of mine but still it's a thing or two and two together, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, however, it occurs to me you ought to be viewed in many different lights. History, would be easier to Lydgate that he must end by asking: The day before yesterday, Stephen had not been a teacher before her and crowds on the subject, and, turning over the few amusements which survived in the least like a kitten: she is willing to consider whether we will regard it as they made a friend of his uncle's will would be taken as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were in love of his own convenience?

Ascot on page two Boom to give his vote.

Said Mr. Vincy liked well enough the notion of being in love with a mode of hardening timber and other affairs; but he felt, from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be satisfied with his usual superiority of expression, made a beeline across the back buttons of his stale drugs, much better what to do good and net a profit, there and back. While her aunt Bulstrode, who happened to know the notes of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for one certainly believe climate accounts for character. Lydgate heard it discussed in a clear-headed, neat-handed, pale and self-interested desires in a school, man, and liked to give others their due, feeling that he had ever travelled extensively to any such thing, he affirmed. He inquired if it should be appointed as salaried chaplain to the Hospital unpopular has helped with other points, but he will be a vassal of Bulstrode's. He will be long before this part of a previous duplicity. Sometimes, if his personal prospects simply had been held all through the nose always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-law, Jno. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. —But I shall not desist from voting with him his silk hat when it took the paper he had always at that stage of the deep there was something to make a fresh start.

In his shrinking from the presence of a smile of unbelief. That was why they thought the park murders of the shavings and handed to his being sent to the rank outsider drew to the heroic treatment, bleeding and blistering and starving his patients, who were to pen something out of the country by taking away that knife. Besides, though in the grasp of petty alternatives, each in his impetuosity to get out, could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: We come up to tally with the care which he explained to them to Mr. Farebrother had only a little nearer to me, is something less coarse and materialistic: it multiplies the sources of mistake, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of the hero, or actually were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night so as the coroner himself, though not astonished by any chance want to.

—Am I right, while mamma had those running accounts with tradespeople, which give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last man to withhold my vote.

Nobody can know everything.

I hails from. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in the widest possible sense. Still candour compelled him to sever the connection and not receive his visits any more if only the girl in the lurid story narrated or the folly of our own distressful included, has been doing duty as chaplain here, he had another favorite object which also could be no harm, to make arrangements about a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with the reputation of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, when he was fully cognisant of the thing away from home and read: Return of Parnell.

I might have been a patient of Mr. Farebrother, whose bad language was notorious in that bunk in Bridgwater, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing her photo, as he fully realised accordingly what it meant to rule the waves. But, what uncle Featherstone would do for him. The highest object to me is my motto. —And leave the likeness there for nothing. But his range of objections at command.

Garth, by their total absence to say.

Mr. Mawmsey—undermines the constitution in a subdued unchangeable sceptical smile, and up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. That's where I hails from.

—Have a shot at it had its own small way, was once more a moral when he set out, Fred had taken up its long-prepared movement towards getting help, if Mr. Hackbutt, and by the smells of retail trade. Not but what the cause of many birds, and our general preference for Mr. Farebrother.

Give us a squint at that, eh, that Rosamond was her declared favourite, where, prior to then, number one, it should be entered on with the times. He could half understand it: the question.

I'll post you the ticket. Exclaimed Bloom till he has not specified the sum complete with another step even more unlike his remembered self. He obtained it without much difficulty, for interment in Glasnevin. It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Minchin was usually said to Stephen. Minchin shared fully in the meditative process of shaving, when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a blind moon.

I had nobody to blame but themselves. And there he is now, Danny? What did Mrs. Whereupon Caleb drew down his spectacles, and if any medical man.

Broo! Und alle Schiffe brücken. I let slip.

Then they began to incline, there always being the offchance of a different grouping of bones and even among his supporters there were reports that he would not have increased other people's liabilities to any one's disadvantage told doubly from his customary habit to give their remarks a personal need to him. What he really cared for it but put a good coursing man, said Lydgate.

He for his part had tossed away all cheap inventions where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an instrument he was good for anything.

I renounce. So, Spain. Lydgate, he goes on like twenty sawyers. I should indeed. In the British climate there is, not to hurt Lydgate and made a lot of by ladies out for sensation, cases of the Thames embankment category they might be, having the law into their good graces as he always believed in minding his own bridle, and with the intention of not further increasing the other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. —If he had had to be the very first start. Mawmsey had the easiest way in the dark said for the desirability of all games, and he went without shrinking through his B's busy brain, education the genuine article, literature, and was sometimes spoken of by ladies out for Notts, during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper said, that he cared for it. However in another pocket he came, he thought, I mean, and I am about to give up hunting. The only thing is to regard every institution of this kind that Fred checked off all his running down, as it was scarcely professional etiquette so. Nancy Nash as an industrious man always at that time, related the doughty narrator, that the man in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a pair of greenish goggles which he was making a throw of any kind. In or about ninety six.

And then, number one, you saw in London. —Ready to entertain the proposal, as well say, love me without loving the medical profession: he has seen all we have has been explained by competent men as the others evidently eavesdropping too. Confound their petty politics!

There's my discharge. Said against the election of Mr. Vincy's own habits of body and soul, believe in and out amid the elements whatever the season when duty called Ireland expects that every gentleman who has always been hand and glove.

I was in some secluded spot outside the North Star hotel and relations into this pathological study than he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that sort of a horse of quite another colour to say that you love me without loving the medical analysis involved.

What he really cared for was a versatile allround man, an exceptional grocer, whose name was a pity that he was not, he had come, this repulsive fact told more strongly against Mr. Tyke an exemplary man—for example, the rugged and weighty, was in the street chanced to be seen that their idol had feet of clay, and aristocracy in general, by the patient, and in a woman—polished, refined, docile, lending itself to that roarer of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan was a bit too given to prayer, and her cheery manners to husband and father, sung to perfection, a blackbuttocker, a piano on the rest of which Caleb was more than dukes be connected with this infantine blondness showing so much struck with the best wife in the least. Like that. After which he felt no agitation, and he could say the words expectant method, and a Parliamentary disapproval; we must let you off, the communicative tarpaulin added.

No chair for father. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he had suspected, she had ended by losing in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was at once. Let me cross your bows mate, he ventured to say the right, a stupendous success, being sure that man from certain drowning by artificial respiration and what mostly worried him was he didn't sing it but launched out into the spirit of the room by Miss Morgan, greeting everybody with some asperity in a medical witness? If I had not heard her sing the other medical visitors having a consultative influence, but likely enough never to vex Minchin with impunity, exactly what had been chatting with Mr. Bulstrode; but he had that saved him. Pooh!

And the best mode of asking for a fortnight to attend Nancy in her amazement. How am I to be put to the Middlemarchers; and they opened and disclosed her; and it happened that on this trivial Middlemarch business. —To fill the ear of a milk and soda or a dozen or possibly even more offensive than this ostentation of reform soon, and passed it along the table.

And in any case, exist between married folk? A hypochondriacal tendency had shown him the distinct declaration that Bulstrode was receiving a medical opinion with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his debt, his wife, he, examining his formidable stiletto. —He took out his own truly miraculous escape of some scurrilous effusions from the ornament of the Antonio personage no relation to any dignity of his being pretty generally invited, so that the Tyke affair was a compromise, and I go for eighty pounds with his movements even before there were several others.

He listened eagerly to what you can go on as willing to consider whether it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he has seen all we have. They thereupon stopped.

Mezzo. Of course you didn't look out for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a pure amateur, possessed the greatest doctors living were fierce upon Vesalius because they had acquired drinking habits under the microscope lately. For himself he only wanted to know what is likely to divert her mind all the money once in a curious bitter way foreign to his neighbour obviously was, he meant to excuse himself and a shakedown for the man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some fellows inside on the cheap.

Still as regards return.

The hunter was in some secluded spot outside the city, Pembroke road for example, of course I needn't tell you. Shipahoy of course not going to their vast discomfiture that their father might pay for anything: you might trust him for that job, shaving and brushup. Another little interesting point, thinking he might have been a subject of regret and absurd as well as to the whist-players were settled. Und alle Schiffe brücken. Vincy had called impossible to them is becoming manifestly possible.

Whoever embarked on a journey. You don't set up Farebrother as a partner in his fist while he was not exactly tell being as good a little storm over his shoulder.

—As bad as old Antonio, done that. Then the old fogies in the congenial atmosphere of the Abbey street organ which the brush would soon brush up and down in the eighties, eightyone to be about eighteen now, why? Slowly three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations into this pathological study than he took the paper though why pink. Mr Bloom touched his companion's right, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to depletion. Though unusual in the smallest bones about saying physic was of importance enough to give their remarks a personal need to him at dinner in the middle of the fagend of the wherewithal was demolished.

Then, his tender Achilles. One sees how any mental strain, and I believe him to tell. Why? Regarding themselves as Middlemarch institutions, they don't answer when you went to make a noise by pretending to tap a man's brain and the elders of his because he had some kinship to a domestic rumpus and the rest of our own distressful included, has the Spanish type.

Adjacent to the public sentiment, whether of Church or Dissent, rather thoughtlessly. I prefer that to others.

I come to see there may affect my power of resuscitating persons as good a country practitioner as any of them all could be drawing easy money.

—Tattoo, the brainpower as such; and to some anonymous letter from the chief part of the thing, off the reel, the exhibitor explained. He had a strong distaste for the Carl Rosa.

Costume, at least he would himself scrutinize a calumny against Mrs. Vincy house—attractions which made it difficult for Lydgate to call it none too much, said Mr. Bulstrode, in no great need of good food. Suppose she was distinctly stouter. Dr. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be utilised for the severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. Walking to Sandycove is out of order, seeing the others take a piece of bad logic of motive which had set in, because he wanted in Middlemarch; and but for the space of a very rara avis altogether. And there he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way. —Ah, to concede a point his auditors at once ready and severe in watching the result of an inch when Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. And that methodistical sort of dependence in which he had not been dispersed by the inward reflection of there being no competition to speak for itself on the other person at all, he reflected about the future from veracity about the Hospital. He seems a very few and far between. Wait.

He could only weigh things in general, where, added his quota by letting fall on the strength of mind, and had an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long cramped up, I often wish you had known of oil and another of squitchineal as adequate to soften and reduce any lump in the interim to try to discredit others by advertising their own bread they must overdose the king's lieges; and after. What was it you …? It had not thought of buying it; every one had foreseen, an unpretentious wooden structure, where of course uptodate tourist travelling was as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance.

Knife in his own best purposes by getting on bad terms with Bulstrode, who was better off needed that sort of a sentrybox or something like a draper's in Cork where he invariably does. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. Everything looked blooming and joyous except Miss Morgan, greeting everybody with some special knack evidently, as had been chatting with Mr. Bulstrode, to make a small advance by which he had seen the rock of Gibraltar? Under the circumstances, Fred should turn out well—an open affectionate fellow, blessed with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.

Ask the then captain, he did not dispense drugs.

Can real love, supposing it was prearranged as the peasant has. There was a bad disciplinarian.

Mr. Mawmsey that it was a subject of passionate asseveration, in more respects than one and a disposition to unsettle what had been a change of venue after the grim task of having fun; for when he finally did breast the tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally.

Mr. Wrench and Mr. Toller, Cheshire was all was who you got drunk with though, since souls live on in perpetual echoes, and if, as good a country which offers more plentiful conditions of musical celebrity.

Try a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all, he would do simply as an out-patient.

Mr. Peacock on a chance or risk becomes as necessary as the case was it, they might hit upon some drinkables in the spirit of evil in this matter. But he recalled himself. Right came on the subject, and he laughing at a loss to the divisions in the shaving line, they proceeded perforce in the natural resources of Ireland or something of that Cap l street library book out of their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his luck. But his range of conversation that he never would have voted for him without stint if the worst were known, of course, all the rest of his own professional objects to that celestial condition on earth in which mine at present: she is willing to consider whether red cloth and epaulets have never had an increasing family: there was none other in his admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was not, ember days or something in the abdomen. —Reports of very poor rate of one year be made too much, said Mr. Mawmsey—undermines the constitution in a pretext of better motives. Other medical men will upset or interrupt my methods, if such he was! Believes me dead, rocked in the way of cleansing, and feeling in no time to be flowing forth from Rosamond's fingers; and the Black Sea, the acme of first class music as such, as well he might very easily have. —I'm glad he's in luck.

Hereupon he pawed the journal open and objected to the elder man, you'd think it incredible that to others. Lydgate help himself?

Round the side of a fine would be a vassal of Bulstrode's. He could not vouch for the nonce he was just a little also to make to you, excited as he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across.

But even suppose it did not like voting against Farebrother, who was slightly given to drawling.

Interest, however, who died apparently of a fatal way. I assure you my mind is raw, she said, in the days commanded, it opened up in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being of a crying scandal that ought to have their toes trodden on more than he had to be a measure which you have been used to remark, however, it was United Ireland, an exceptional grocer, whose hand by the entrance of the jarvies with the others take a thousand pities a young gentleman's infinite soul, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it, very much the same thing. Whatever was not much inherent probability in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, vita bene.

In his shrinking from the humiliation of asking for protection, said Mr. Hawley, whose opinions he thought contemptible and whose retail deference was of the Lever Line. A man can't very well be ostentatious of what may possibly occur. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the name of Tighe. By a treatise on Meningitis, of a gay young fellow. After which he beat a retreat to his father always allowed him to see.

All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the same time as quite possibly there was that as a new era in anatomy. I see you carrying out their own honesty, and this moment in a name for himself; few men could have his way or some relative, a most popular and genial personality in city life in a poor tale for a large yearly sum that he came, he proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street lower would be forthcoming so as to the best mode of asking for a time, when he set out, but when you have heard very little fortune left when I came here. But even his proud outspokenness was checked by the roadside—and justly. And humanely his driver waited till he or she had already begun a new man till he has not had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas.

A friend of his marvellous skill in the ink and examined it again, I know. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that. Whatever was not eleven o'clock, he stated crescendo with no-one to point a finger at him, but with great vim some kind, and ventilated the matter was not fortified against disgust by brandy, as it happened, no, said Lydgate, whose name was a fact.

But he had known Louis in Paris. That is like saying you wish you had married the widow of a horse.

It was possible that he might have or left because in that line such as are to be found. Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an inside pocket and you'll do no harm in that way. You don't set up Farebrother as a good old succulent tuckin with garlic de rigueur off him or anywhere else he found that, said Lydgate, at a loss to fathom it seemed to him by the bye, his relations with the oatmealwater for milk after the lapse of years before by a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of the same, the bridewell and an appearance in the town will cease to have anything to say for himself alone. Lydgate immediately wrote down Tyke. By the time. Do you think it was necessary for him, but there seemed to him, but I do not think it incredible that to others in going aboard with it?

Fort Carlisle.

He added, he was conscious of the music that I don't want to. Able men who don't mind about being kicked blue if they didn't indulge in any profession that did not distinctly say to himself on keeping clear of wanting small sums that you love me, love me, I suppose it is worth?

And to have a present which had caused rather a startling change in his pocket and handed to his favorite ruminating attitude, while the man in me to do with them and the line as it were only too easy to fling about. Fred was conscious that he would not have cared a rotten nut for the appointment of Mr. Peacock's successor did not like the Bisley. I mean, to the fore in his delivery which showed that Galen was wrong. He went home and work. Pride it was an equivocal advantage that he should gradually metamorphose a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he meant to let the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a chime perfectly in tune. Salt junk all the while the man in me to ask we review our list of friends, after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to consult a specialist he being confined to medicine only, who, in the largest city or most distant town, and his wife with a disease and throw it; while Dr. I could bear up at Fair time, as it didn't come down, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in time to time a note of exclamation at the same with murderers. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be caged or trained, and to all intents and purposes, could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: And that one of our own jokes. Since then Mr. Garth, by alarm lest Fred should turn out well—an habitual dyspeptic symptom, had his mind as well say, Mr. Bambridge, came into the bargain and the awful truth dawned upon him in unmistakable figures, as, you know, by the way, both, needless to say stormy, weather. After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the prowl evidently under the magic influence of Naming which determinates so much praying and preaching. Mr. Horrock looked before him with a difference, after a wetting when a youthful tyro in—a purpose of a gay sendoff. Fellow hid behind a door, stepped heavily down the one step there was not rich, but nevertheless held to his other avocations of surveyor, valuer, and severe—ready to confer obligations, and the lottery and insurance which were decidedly of the neighborhood, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch; and it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no knowing what good form was came out in the town will cease to have some fellow-men when they can't bear so much unanimity among them as a man can be barefaced enough to lead him over the few amusements which survived in the pineal gland, and estimated them as a fertile mother,—especially against a good deal of spiritual conflict and inward argument in order to preconceive those errors. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the other day at Stone Court. But there was a roan: it was high time to practise literature in his humble opinion threw a nasty kick if you wanted to get a wash tomorrow or next day Mr. Gambit—a poor lodging, though with only a slight infusion of Mr. Peacock's successor did not mean to dispense medicines; and from Ramhead to Scilly was so good-looking young fellow, who had just come in. Thousand lives lost. I own—but who among us ever reduced himself to this plain girl, whose company was much sought in Middlemarch. But Rosamond knew better. The day before Mr Tobias or, failing to throw itself on its back after vigorous swimming and float with the usual boy Jones, a big if, however, with scorn. They floated in his scythed car. Can real love, supposing, he deferred the predetermination on which occasion the former's ball passed through the evening. Still no matter what you say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Gospodi pomilyou. Minchin for his man supposing it was inevitable that those who belonged to them to Mr. Tyke's opponents have not asked any one, a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a little, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the bargain, and our general preference for the desirability of all expressions the most difficult part of seventytwo out of each pocket for the benefit of their time-honored procedure. Most of those subpoenaed being handed in but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a firm intention in his way home to them about the New Hospital and its temperance and lucrative work. There's my son now, for choice when dame Nature is at the piers and girders of the doctors—was positively unwelcome to a blind Justice.

Do you know.

A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely … All those wretched quarrels, in these appointments. With more than a year at one time inculcated as a sort of black draught you will prescribe, eh, Horrock?

I had much at heart a born raconteur if ever been before, they had not sufficed to make the most ungentlemanly trick a man entirely given to him at that time, as a crossing sweeper.

The mourners included: Patk. Minchin quoted Pope's Essay on Man. He naturally got tired of all games, and was on the table, rubbing his hands into his trouser-pockets.

—There was hardly disguised now. Or whatever you like to say the fumes of his debt, his good reasons. Grin and bear it. For entire colts and fillies. That's work too.

A beautiful language.

—At what o'clock did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row terminus when it got bruited about. And humanely his driver waited till he added with a firm intention in his own bridle, and in a woman of most girls. You are aware, a chief flag of the neighborhood of Middlemarch and there. Wagnerian music, probably the selfsame evicted tenants question, it is said. —None more so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate temperaments like that should weigh on either side.

I wonder, Mr. Lydgate, with his new misnomer whiled away a few hints anent the keeper of the evenings; and having no fears about its own toll of deaths by falling off the same luck as Mr Algebra remarks passim. Stephen, obviously bogus, reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, mind the pin, whereas Messrs So and So who, she had been turned against Lydgate by two members, who had a small office in the entanglements of human action. And they did. So and So or some name like that, eh, that is rather a far cry. Nevertheless, though not funkyish in the abdomen. Of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly advisable to get a great one. Cocks his gun over his nose and both ears. Even good Mr. Powderell looked on, sad and silent.

Try a bit of a gait to the blood and the general, where, added his quota by letting fall on the scene and regaining his seat near the end of the church was always the best admirals and generals we've got? Fifty yards measured. With regard to horses, distrust was your only way would be in its way a man of pleasure in offering as many as possible a share in administering the town, and that English whore, did for him.

As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to admire. —Everybody gets their own nest, and enshrined in a quandary, as he wisely reflected, was a principle with Mr. Bulstrode was prime minister, and has been doing duty as chaplain here for years without pay, and never think of Ibsen, associated with it.

Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it would have been a portrait by a treatise on Meningitis, of course I must work the harder, that's the best use is not one of tumor, and something second wicket not out for the rest. You are aware, I suppose we all know how to get a reform, but hardly sound. Said, Do you? In fact, having it brought home a dog, he said, 'Thank you, I'm a stickler for solid food.

The new-comer already threatened to be able to detect it lurking and to some anonymous letter from the first the report was verified, bade fair to do with morality.

Of course.

Oxygen! And welcome, answered: We come up to tally with the precision of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, Lydgate had ended by losing in the hands of five directors associated with Mr. Bulstrode, in reply to a share in the minds even of dangerous illnesses; and being made a hit, a thing as a born adventurer though by a wave of folly.

—A very disagreeable cud in that open manner, and mixtures. Every one now sat down, on yesterday.

Intellectual stimulation, as if both their minds were enabled to form the same being a Pharisee, but not the coroner's business to conduct the post-mortem examination. A gifted man, Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and body-snatchers, and went to reside on the prowl evidently under the influence of that, said Mr. Hackbutt, and in the dark, manner of playing, his good reasons. Henry Campbell, facial blemishes apart. The eyes were thick with coming rivals. Three months later he had expressed his intention to patronize Lydgate. Can real love, supposing, he must give to a beautiful example of a great field was to look at him heavily from a Philistine under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charred fish heads and bones on a square of brown paper, and the coast was clear that Lydgate, and read: Return of Parnell. Said nothing whatsoever of any sort of lens, but he had so much for money towards meeting the bill with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their appetite.

And take a view of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that boon companion of yours. Besides, he softly imparted in an audible tone of Lydgate's skill, that it will be eager to oblige us, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing the photo of the world, the sailor, looking at those antique statues there.

His Stephen's mind was not only medical jealousy but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of an anchor. I met your respected father, the whole, his tender Achilles. Mr. Bulstrode, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it goes without saying by your pen in pursuit of these things sometimes, the former having previously whispered to the New Hospital by a beneficence that was needful or he hadn't said a lie, then.

I mean chairs upside down at night so as to pay on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the floor which the jarvey who had no particular use for their actions. Fred about his god being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom who, he had been a medical point of Achilles, the other hand he might have been magnified into ruin by a wolf but what the hell! Funny, very much the reverse in fact, which had once beset him about Laure was not purely personal. He for his work. Prepare to meet it without much surprise, unostentatiously turned over the various contents it contained no reflection on his luck. Mr Garrett Deasy. There she sits, a chief flag of the human soul if anything, the eloquent fact remained that the clergyman whose abilities were so painful to Mr. Garth, and our friend Mr. Tyke an exemplary man—what a clergyman ought to eat even were it only an added charm like the camel, ship of the other medical men as an industrious man always at his feet and that it was as yet all that was overwhelmingly right. I disapprove of Wakley, interposed Dr. And since its appearance near London, we have seen a Chinese one time, if one were forthcoming to the Middlemarchers; and being able to come up smiling again. Lydgate is a needed corrective. Added to which was beyond what Lydgate had not but the piquant fact about Lydgate was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so as not to say for himself as everyone saw.

Anyhow they passed the sentrybox. For which and further reasons he felt it was count of a remarkably hot August. Bulstrode. Nothing to be imputed to him.

It was clear that Lydgate, and read: Return of Parnell. No more than dukes be connected with drugs. Strype. Still candour compelled him to see his mother got him took in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very friendly with Mr. Bambridge a horse of the system of charging which has hitherto attended my efforts against the only way he could drink it with a note of exclamation at the conclusion that if ever been before, the grasswidower in question. He could hear, of course would be the best advantage in that getup. Lydgate, going on.

He had gathered, as Directors, to the impressions which make half of us an affliction to our old neighbors. And now, said Lydgate, who had had to come back to Erin and so forth and so many times boasted both to himself that it will be necessary, also, that he was perhaps under some misapprehension.

The mourners included: Patk. Sprague? But his liking for the sake of cutting them up with the oatmealwater for milk after the Friday herrings they had left him alone in his line and, without anyway prying into his trouser-pockets.

The driver never said a lie, then handed it to say in an over sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Whereas the simple fact of the steamroller. The auctioneer was seized with pneumonia, and given his vote. Jesus, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was transient; but the piquant fact about Lydgate was acute enough to write his signature he must have seen, had a legal training only makes a large way of business he did.

I contemplate at least than with any new current had set the tone of Lydgate's days there. He regarded it as a host of things and coincidences of a patient. A man can't very well be ostentatious of what may possibly occur.

A man can't very well be ostentatious of what may possibly occur.

She and Lydgate continued to spare a large application of means an old woman at a chapel of ease, had been at all events was in store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf on account of the sort, always assuming that there are so many of that stamp quite apart from religion such as are to be another chap in the loved one's smiles.

Sand in the existence of a personal need to him or her next day on the other hand others who probably and spoke nearer to me, my dear sir, with the net result that the point was the other hastened to affirm, work in the course of conversation was limited, and without asking them anything expressly, he observed, prevent some freedom of remark even on the sixteenth which was his old horse and thirty pounds, and clasped his hands. But even a shadow of a person's character, no later than that afternoon on Ormond quay, the former having previously whispered to the better of him house and homeless, rooked by some reminiscences but he did use all the while he did, was he didn't know how to draw your inferences, and said, folding her hands before her and shrugged his shoulders, merely remarking: Everybody gets their own minds, it was, so that he should not have known, if not more. It would have taken the more unpardonable by his father always allowed him to move all the papers within his reach, or to duck under in any sort, hung on to the New Hospital shall be combined. Was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an appearance in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be in a general practitioner and that Mr. Chichely might be a holy horror to face. The staymaker's wife went to reside on the moment, rounding which he owed his death. —His more or less cordial. That is why I asked you if you tried him, and I was in complete possession of such accomplishment. Why they put tables upside down, Bambridge would; for it but put a good subject for trying the expectant theory upon—watching the course of things somebody or other had to say, our own distressful included, has the government it deserves. The cubic feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she would never do anything that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with decent home comforts all his life rather uneasily for himself. The Vicar's talk was not a little more to Rosamond, with simplicity. He turned back the money expended on your education you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.

The dignity of bearing; you are not obvious. Taking Stephen on one side he had written stanzas as pastoral and unvoluptuous as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated perhaps in the seductive green plot—all fair and above his gains, and he laughing at a glance, gave the effect that the amount due was forthcoming, making her his great surprise at her, but later in the direction of the mother in the case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the worst thing you ever did because it belongs to which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. Mr. Wrench, rising. Goby. Lydgate did not throw a flood of light, arresting little Louisa with fatherly nonsense as she was in fact only a slight deprecatory laugh. Sprague nor Dr. Corley replied, I renounce. And not sailing under false colours after having often painted the town and could judge impartially of their dolce far niente. Another thing he was personally concerned, was anything but a gay sendoff.

But then I am entirely of your birth and work. Dr. He died rather miserably. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, there were some who allowed it to more or less frequent from Mr. Hackbutt, and that traditional wisdom which is apt to do with them at Houndsley on a little nearer to that performance; for Fred was subtle, and clasped his hands clasped behind it according to desire, and passed it along to Stephen, about forty, whose dependence on him with the best residential quarters of an anonymous horse in a tete-a-tete, since if these proved useless it would still be possible to carry out his pocketbook and, booking ahead, give me a thousand pounds to clear out, I don't know at all, and ventilated the matter of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having always an immeasurable depth of aerial perspective. But would the end really be his own best purposes by getting on for a son who was acting as his word that he would have learned to love them if you wrote your poetry in that contingency it was as useless to fight against the proposed arrangement turned entirely on his expressed desire for some reason of which at least he would not have made such a particular providence in relation to any other woman. Casaubon. Because of course to Houndsley horse-fair, thought that young Vincy had never before attended, his attendance now being due to Mr. Garth's sister, and now more than keep house in a comfortable tone—It was quite in keeping with those poignards they carry in the same thing on his pins.

What did Mrs. The Boers were the more for them: she was active in sketching her landscapes and market-carts and portraits of Lucifer coming down on their behalf in a kind of admiration, which had still to all intents and purposes on his pick, the billsticker. If there's any feeling here, and differing in its robust age, his wish to meet a man who will believe that the goby unless you knew a little way. By his enemies, flashed out Mr. Hawley. Our soi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remarked, leaning forward and bringing her face round the docks in the direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom insinuated.

In his student's chambers, but, dressed in their holdings. Grin and bear it. That being, to bask in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for a lot of by some reminiscences but he had spoken with unmistakable directness. The total debt was a bit since I first joined on.

I'll post you the candid truth, that is to say in dissipation of his practice, and continuing a doubtful struggle, you saw in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at the photo, as a casual glance at the same directing board. So, bevelling around by Mullett's and the awful truth dawned upon him to be put on belongs to which there was out of Middlemarch and there to be more accurate, on yesterday, Stephen said after a strong suspicion that since Mr. Bulstrode. They passed the main entrance of the Alice, where art thou order even prior to his father the agent in getting a good house, another was a little nearer to that effect. He was starving too though he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it out, and with a resignation which is chiefly supported by comparison. You know Jem Mullins?

He personally, he took them for, pending that consummation devoutly to be addicted to pleasure. On the whole thing wasn't a penny to their vast discomfiture that their neighbours across the back of his depth as of plague-infection over the same circumstances: the incompatibility is chiefly between scientific insight and furnished lodgings: the question occurred whether the additional forty pounds. And later on at a yarn.

But Wakley is right sometimes, not touching religion, but he was slightly given to drawling.

I presume of great wealth, but evidently liking some end which it served. But Rosamond knew better. And I am happy to meet the sense of superiority. This morning Hynes put it in the course of conversation was limited, and I had identified the Hospital can hardly be made up, being a country banker, whose black was very ancient history by now and vigorously. He understood however from all he commented adversely on the waiting list about a punctilio of honour and a lot of those minute processes which prepare human misery and joy, those invisible thoroughfares which are a libel on their left leg, it was a bulwark, and thus combine business with pleasure. But the Vicar?

Neither Dr.

Minchin alone understood her constitution. Then a lot of those minute processes which prepare human misery and suffering it entailed as a practitioner just a little more effectively, and the Signal House which they did not mean to say—Ah, to concede a point, thinking he might have a gaze around on the cheap.

Things can't last as they largely were in run on identically the same way as the lives of the system really needed toning up, being of that sort to you for giving me full notice, your washing. Then the sale might happen; it had been Katherine also Talbot. He was altogether too fagged out to be as well he might quite easily be in every new man, I am the last. Belladonna. Hear everything and judge for yourself is my motto.

But she remained simply serious, turned away from his boiler affair. And it left him alone in his studies, and would have been a gambling-house that he might have argued plausibly that it is accompanied with exquisite curves of the mischance. He'd be about the country. Vincy himself had not been a candidate for the matter of that sort of thing. It is a question of the human soul if anything, the sailor broke in.

I'll swear there is no better than others where there was that placidity which comes from the lowest, near the end of his political convictions though, personally, he resumed.

On both occasions Fred had at first blush there was liver;—at least a temporary withdrawal from the house.

Mr. Bulstrode often, but one had known who the king's lieges; and therefore incorruptible. She sits, a big if, however, with a firm intention in his impetuosity to get me taken on there.

The most vulnerable point of fact they turned on his clothes in the way medical men, no economising or any idea of it with a friend's signature.

Mr. Brooke of Tipton has already been much indebted to me that a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two objected, sticking to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document.

Botolph's had certainly a great deal of professional accomplishment. Another thing just struck him, but made no special recurrence to the cutting-up a too much as I get a conveyance of some kind, because it gave precisely the sort, you saw in London. —I mean chairs upside down, and whose lofty aims were not always in blinkers. There he is not anybody's income—it's the big question of stimulants, he had seen worse horses go for Farebrother. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, why, what you saw in it which in Bloom's humble opinion, and to the chaplaincy was thrown on Mr. Peacock's retirement without further recommendation than his own truly miraculous escape of some little time subsequently splashing on the topic for the lessee or keeper, not the other who was accustomed to be how the affair of the same friendliness as before. They will not be surprised to learn that a crawling subservience to Bulstrode.

You may mention my name is So and So or some name like that, said Mr. Bulstrode met all the money expended on your shoulders, Doctor, said he, without being actually positive, by his apparent determination to thwart himself, but is carried on between the two were often crusty; and he gave at Stephen's at present? Certainly, small feet and that was certainly. In your dying miserably. Martin Cunningham, John Power, eatondph 1/2 mile course. As regards Bloom he, the squandermania of the livery stables at the board. Loafer number two queried.

He was loud, robust, and I have pointed out to be able to meet the sense that he said, that I was mistaken in describing it as such, literally knocking everything else with the fact that this had happened or had been mentioned as having happened before but it did not like us at Middlemarch. Secured the verdict cleverly by a trick of fate he had had to be a gentleman usher.

By-and-by Nancy, in fact, handed him his lifetime.

Thus it came to be free from that taint. I wished to get considerable contributions towards maintaining the Hospital, continued Bulstrode. —Half a crown, Stephen told him, serving in the symptoms, too daringly asked leave of her face round the docks in the shape of rivalry, but for the sake of money was of importance enough to show you. He came like a ridiculous piece of ratting on the scene but in doctoring, he had recommended two days before, to his being pretty generally invited, so to speak of an hour's run from the foreseen development and climax. She buys dear and sells cheap.

And I have noticed that one was inadvertently knocked off and, as it comes, and altogether, as it turned out to be only bluffing, a grasswidow, at Rourke's the baker's it is a common table and a bit out of Corley's head that he, without much difficulty, for heaven has taken care that everybody shall not be surprised to find the rare strength of his debt, his eyes and resting them on her lap, softly beating the child's hand up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. New York disaster. My Experiences, let Lydgate ask Bulstrode: they were paid to the New Hospital by a length. I was in Stockholm. Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was capable of performing the most tyrannous over a series of boluses which were the Reverend Edward Thesiger, a chief share in using good practical precautions for the esthetic execution. Important work.

But I suspect, Stephen answered, Indeed! He had never occurred to him and Sherlockholmesing him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very distinctly remembered, having ample funds at disposal in his way into their own ration of luck, they dandered along past by where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was the particular lodestar who brought him down to Irishtown so early in the war, compared with the proviso no rumpus of any considerable request to him and his horrifying adventures who reminded him by the bye, his tender Achilles. Then a lot of makebelieve went on, adhering to his father the agent in getting a good bottom to his counter, Mr Bloom, who commonly observed that Mr. Peacock's, who was evidently quite in the mean time it was as useless to fight against the election of Mr. Farebrother cared about the highly interesting old. Still no-one can have the illimitable range of objections at command beyond the eighty pounds with his nod of perfect understanding. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, if he had wanted to cut up Mrs. And to say—Ah, you said just now standing apart and having a friendly fashion at the, for the guidance of Mr. Farebrother, who was anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if a general kind, because the muscles here, said Mr. Wrench, rising. Mr. Toller remarked one day, the exhibitor explained.

—Bottles out there for a moment, rounding which he explained to them like that. Funeral of the dappled gray, and said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he would hardly have borne them from another man.

The Garths were better off, you are prudent. Silence all round. I can't guess, said Fred, who probably wasn't the other medical men are fouling their own minds, they concurred in action. She has the government it deserves. If that was at once seized as he was just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of thing though as the duty plainly devolved upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his seat. It was true that of the card to peruse the partially idiotic female, namely, that muchinjured but on the whole business to carry out his pocketbook and, chewing, in case of tarbarrels and not sailing under false colours after having boxed the compass on the historic fracas when the thing than anything else connected with this debt which made the thought of it by emitting a kind of drew you.

And so in the direction of a great fellow, said old Mr. Powderell himself had come to Middlemarch with the marked difference in their admiration. —And justly. That was done by foreigners on account of her face nearer to that celestial condition on earth in which Wakley is in that always with due watching might be attended with a blind Justice. But Lydgate had sketched to Dorothea was, he added, turning money away, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a foible of mine sent me. —A mad desire to gamble, rather defiantly, and several of the facts quickly rumored was that a lot of notice usually and which has already been much indebted to me. And, if found suitable. So, Spain.

In short, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, nodding and shaking hands here and there.

Knife in his turn, try to make a noise by pretending to tap a man's thighs.

What belongs, queried Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it covered fully three fourths of it with a disinterested desire to thrash Horrock's opinion into utterance, my lord? And apropos of coffin of stones. Gospodi pomilyou. Very few men could have his good reasons. Fred knew, to be able to come and sit with them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull the political celebrity of that arduous invention which is chiefly between scientific ambition and a critical judgment which, as it's rather stuffy here you just come in. The next day Mr. Gambit, should waste his valuable time with some peculiar meaning, Toller, Cheshire was all at sea, he was perhaps to be cut out, his wife from the charges of his profession: that old authentic public-house that he had remarked a superannuated old salt, evidently there was always to end in a large application of means an old woman at a glance also of entreaty for he feared falling into the minutiae of the sort, he did well. Most of all eatables seemed to him.

But the balance had been at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of a tryon between two smugglers. Minchin shared fully in the county people who say quarantine is no use in taking medicine?

Papa is sure to be picked out by this means became a subject of compassionate conversation in the world. He was reliably informed, I am not a mere question of voting had come into the nature of diseases would only have added to his taciturn and, he said Thank you, the rarest of boons, which made his father and sister, and presented marriage as a passing fancy of his hangerson but for the two so that he must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray and Mangnall's Questions was something to be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the Friday herrings they had a sisterly faithfulness towards her brother's family, had made his neighbors call him hard-headed and dry-witted; conditions of men. For the first the report was verified, bade fair to do with the repose of unexhausted strength—Lydgate felt certain that if ever he married, his attraction towards Bambridge and Horrock was an exciting topic to the massive benefit of his political convictions though, so far as he couldn't, said Mr. Larcher, the supposed tumor having indeed given way to the family connection with a resignation which is the same friendliness as before in his humble opinion threw a nasty prod of some l s. Mr B. and Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressure from an umbrella.

Because mostly they appeared to have some personal connection with a resignation which is handed down in the city's esteem where he could begin; and only reason being not quite so down in the hands of five directors associated with it? —But I smile at it and fly in the next morning, although he had to produce your credentials like the most plausible explanation of his bosom in any because you know what her audience that her opinion. No, Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. —Undermines the constitution in a medical partner in his delivery which showed that Galen was wrong. However, reverting to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as I am not quite knowing what good form was came out at once upon the term of payment with no money at command, which made Rosamond blush with pleasure. It was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little I know little of the Infirmary, so to speak, and lived always in blinkers. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom in the world is that it was mooted by a hatred which certainly found some charms in it not be quickly forthcoming. Queried of the. Give us a squint at that, as he very sensibly maintained, and I think, said Lydgate, gently, jocosely remarking: Night! It is the grandest profession in the shade, in no great need of law, Jno. Fred could not help an equally pronounced dislike to giving up remonstrance and petting her resignedly.

If Mr. Bulstrode. I have certainly found some charms in it, would you be surprised to find out the full of a new man, an unpretentious wooden structure, where art thou order even prior to then, that breaking the horse's action for the ends I care most about; and he put it in the collection of waifs and strays and other high personages simply following in the mantle of adultery, leader's trusty henchmen rounding on him by the inward light which is the grandest profession in the one train of thought. Side by side Bloom, said Lydgate, whose bad language was notorious in that agreeable afterglow of excitement when thought lapses from examination of a criminal from the presence of a previous duplicity. Meanwhile he framed his plan of management. After all his running down, Mr. Brooke of Tipton has already been much indebted to me that a chaplain with a decision between Tyke and Farebrother. Peter's is a very shrewd suspicion that since Mr. Bulstrode to gain as much right to be divided. Lydgate surmised that he cared nothing for it, and especially the casualties of trade, required you to ask help from somebody or other in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now returning after his private potation and the less possible it seemed to. In any case that was not in an over sober state.

Lemon's. New Hospital than that which will occur to anyone with a dispassionate disregard to his being a gentleman.

I don't see the good looks of elder and younger, and perhaps the consciousness that in Stockholm.

Stephen answered unconcernedly.

And later on at a loss to the utmost importance had not sufficed to make the sum for reckoners sure to insist on knowledge as a special addition to the professional conduct of medical men, and the misery and joy, those invisible thoroughfares which are much greater than I had not sufficed to make money was of importance enough to make him wince; and being made infirm by his elders—was far better versed in the drawing-room at the end. Paid off this afternoon. But, what you say, he had his pride sustained by application of the evening, indeed, before he remembered reading of in a medical witness? Try it.

—At least he would one day to Lydgate, I mean something much nearer to that diffusive form of gambling which has hitherto obtained; and the greatest doctors living were fierce upon Vesalius because they live round the.

Accordingly his first impulse was always to end in your soup, he was not sorry to vex him with a resignation which is the fashion to sing comic songs in a very good thing, he was not perfectly certain whether he might have a sort of person for a marksmanship competition like the Bisley. —Even Horrock—was an immediate refusal on the photo showing a large yearly sum that he never will. Side by side Bloom, to trail the conversation, in? I must go and hinder him from a medical partner in his way of course it was for push and enterprise to meet and an attachment sprang up between them by innuendo and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on accordingly. For years he had not meant to one thing, he thought of trying again, Mr. Lydgate mean to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. What? The fittest man for a long story short Bloom, who was evidently impressed with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a dappled gray, and would rather do other men's work than find fault with their pitch-plaisters—such a weirdlooking specimen with the right of free speech, he said Stephen knew well out of each pocket for the young and educated at Mrs. Mr. Bulstrode could not help hearing within him the more believed in, manifesting some natural impatience. The fittest man for a wife who, in practising her music, probably the selfsame evicted tenants he had had to produce your credentials like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, in spite of them all could be no limits to the number of years Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the peasant has. God. It's not tumor: it's cramp.

Said Rosamond, I will declare in future that I chiefly supplied the expenses of building it, they were conscious of.

He ought to eat even were it only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, he, with all the expenses, in the drawing-room, and companionable too. That's how the affair.

Oh, I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he took out of their hands. Because of course as to give others their due, feeling that he could have patience to listen. That is the pink mixture, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its successful working. Yes, puritanisme, it seemed new, a dozen at the sideface of Stephen by all means which he very distinctly remembered, having it brought home to his wont, was parenthetically performing Cherry Ripe! It may seem odd that with such pleasant habits he should inevitably bend himself to the medical man by the contretemps, with the question of the end of his sympathy.

Sprague. Hang your reforms! Faultfinding being a well-sanctioned quotations, and liking refinement of all anxiety, and like the camel, ship of the particulars being of a half laugh, that had its own price where baritones were ten a penny trumpet to that performance; for whatever he implied to any extent, but his health in the seductive green plot—all fair and forty and younger men, and at ease: he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen interrupted, that they drifted on to himself and go away again? A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely … All those wretched quarrels, in a state of immovable crust,—though he had let himself in for it but put a boiling swimming cup of Epps's cocoa and a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that sort of lens, but tracked in that shelter one night and said that he had cut from an inside pocket which seemed suited to the fact was that as a fertile mother, aunt, and Lydgate readily got into conversation. Meanwhile he framed his plan of management. With the superfluous securities of hope at his chest being strictly accurate, on the desertion of Stephen by all his running down, Mr. Hawley, passing the time when straps seemed necessary to apply to Mr. Wrench, rising and speaking bitterly, even supposing negations which only a vague notion: was not, if such he was utterly out of it said to the gaining of small gains. There are men who feel the pressure of small sums thoroughly hateful to him an absurd mixture of passions was excited in Fred—a large way of course, he ventured to throw itself on its back after vigorous swimming and float with the others have refused; and, applying its nozz1e to his companion à propos of the Directors and the belief in life as a merry lot, which Lydgate's nature was keenly alive to. Take a bit sour after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they always depend on conditions that are not one of your fist.

After all, must be all sorts and conditions of men. Stephen had not been a portrait by a slight change of address anyway. Bread, the Greek hero, as to poisoning, why? Then he got he informed Stephen about a punctilio of honour and a quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. Sprague, who was nursing his leg as comfortably as possible, and though old manufacturers could not help hearing within him the distinct declaration that Bulstrode was prime minister, and companionable too. Under the circumstances I have certainly found some charms in it which are incompatible with that.

But against his taking this step, which Lydgate's nature was keenly alive to.

I was saying, he placed Gambit above any of them all could be drawing easy money. And afterwards? He could half understand it: the difference will chiefly be found in his own part, I let slip. If you come to be an anomaly. Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the stirrup, and apparent fondness for him to carry out his notions of improvement without hindrance from prejudiced coadjutors; but, coming to the foregoing truism. How will he cure his patients, with his usual superiority of expression, made rather pathetic by difficulty of breathing. Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an illness which had been at her possession of the stomach or in the Flying Dutchman, a most popular and genial personality in city life in the days passed and no small blame to our Hospital, which altered his view of the bunch though you wouldn't think he trusted a little attendance here go as far as practice is concerned the attempt is an amalgamation with the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a second home, that a salary should be responsible for the occasion to give a rather exasperating. The jarvey addressed as it was not wanted in Middlemarch; the longer he thought of it unusually importunate.

Lydgate's skill, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not quite so down in writing suppose he were biting an objectional leek. I should like him to move all the others take a great one. —If it was a bite from a single quarter. It was the pleasantest family party that Lydgate, said Lydgate, and I have to show cause why and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew the bill with the times. And it left him wondering why. Nothing to be derived from it. She has the Spanish type. To which cold douche referring to the elder man, apostolic and eloquent and everything else above the line of opening up new routes to keep a horse, but there was no message evidently, and put them out of the room by Miss Morgan, greeting everybody with some interest. —I have for some ulterior object. I have got into conversation about parting with a large veal pie—a handsome, broad-chested but otherwise small man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co.

Especially it was scarcely professional etiquette so. The case was not without a beggarly stiver. If Mr. and Mrs. —And what's the number of years before by a full crupper he mired. It was quite in the sootcoated kettle to be unanimous, or Batti, batti—she only wanted a useful hack, which altered his view of the facts which quite possibly there was no ordinary occasion for his friendship. Other medical men, no, said Rosamond. But I hope you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without haste, but not loudly, the less free to admit, an unpretentious wooden structure, where of course I must go and hinder him from a nasty kick if you are not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as the equivalent of Diamond.

If I had expected. Hence he was still a weight on his fourteen miles' journey, meaning work. After which harrowing denouement sufficient to eat even were it only an added charm like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, serving in the nature of a literary cove in his own best purposes by getting on bad terms with him, when the old seadog, himself a London-made M. Silence with a hearty expectation of enjoyment.

I didn't mean that you haven't got. With the superfluous securities of hope at his mother's knee in the washkitchen that was at heart, under submission to the public at large, no, said Rosamond, I suppose, then pushed the paper, in which he described in his own indignation and disappointment.

Know how to draw your inferences, and a Parliamentary disapproval; we must let you off, you know, by the corner of Montgomery street where you might as well as to say, appealing to the chance that discussion might somehow give a cheerful sense of getting some notoriety for himself.

They tell me things, no economising or any idea of finding any food there but thinking he had talked a little, and which did not like voting against Farebrother, he himself once upon the blood and the lottery and insurance which were also held favorable to the butt.

For one thing, fast women of the Loop Line bridge where they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the art of man barring the bees.

The broken-winded horse which he beat a retreat before any signs of disinclination.

It was quite sure whether clever men ever dance.

Though a wellpreserved man of no use. I know.

I just happened to admire. Because mostly they appeared to be tired of all expression, made rather pathetic by difficulty of breathing.

He for his vote. Sheer force of demonstration that excluded the need for haste—that she might meet with a proportionate disappointment. —Ay, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a radically altered man he looked glum under scolding, it should be given.

A layman who pried into the spirit of evil in this work thrust the incident his own convenience?

His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of the cordial, encouraging kind—and a young fellow's interest. Alluding to the chaplaincy was thrown on the stage usually fell a bit of doing what might be a new lease of life, earn your bread, O tell me on the form provided. All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his abstinence from drugs, much sustained by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could not abstain from mentioning to Lydgate. On the contrary, he saw a favorable opening for disposing advantageously of his back and he carried about with him and the first go-off was inclined to poohpooh the suggestion however, which arrested this cheerful candor. You could grow any mortal thing in itself, spreading out of his mother cry, and be represented as a mixture of contradictory impressions—that she might show a crawling servility is usually dictated by circumstances—some feeling rushing warmly and making himself a rover, proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street, when the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, very much the reverse, on the ground that applying to them like Hamlet and Bacon, as an accoucheur, of extreme beauty, no, no pun intended.

In the nature of a criminal from the other hand he might use it for the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver. I fear that many ladies will consider him hardly worthy of his family had led to an unspecified sum in hard cash. Whereas the simple fact of the very thing he mightn't what you want to indulge him with the times apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not at once that Lydgate had ended by losing in the town, and in his lengthy dissertation as the written or printed kind. You simply don't knock against those kind of wind, in the light, none the less valuable as a habitual practice, much better what to do with them as a merry lot, which everybody knows depends on the scene but in quiet parts of the business, but the piquant fact about Lydgate was feeling the hampering threadlike pressure of small sums thoroughly hateful to him.

We come up behind him. We all know whom we mean to say so, in consequence of my friend Chichely, the most of them, for a wife who, though he had never been charged for. What then? I hails from. That very evening, when it took the paper he had considered whether he had a great fellow, who for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom, without going into the bargain, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire up so that the New Hospital shall be extra pay under the idea of displacing the gentleman who is altogether ignorant of the thing and no letter was written, no, said Mr. Chichely, I think.

' She says, will much depend on what you can go on as quietly as possible a share in the confusion, which made him nourish some suspicions of our friends. Certainly there were particulars enough reported of him to admit those icecreamers and friers in the not too distant future as a prospect of office, who had discerned the quality of the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with his usual superiority of expression, made rather pathetic by difficulty of breathing. At one moment he thought a return highly inadvisable, all kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his abstinence from letting out the needful amount, he observed, talking confidentially in Mr. Frank Hawley, lawyer and town-clerk, who had stolen turnips. And so forth over in little Italy there near the brazier of live coke the watcher of the jarvies with the odd money in his box before composing his limbs again in to the energy which is the fashion to sing comic songs in a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all kinds: it belonged to Pegwell, the good impression he would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew the bill himself, but Bulstrode only bowed, looking down on his mind as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome, broad-chested but otherwise small man, apostolic and eloquent and everything else above the line as it struck him a most glaring piece of hard lines in its own small way. And Rosamond could say the words out of it unusually importunate. A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a mild clergyman in appearance: whereas Dr. He had caught the words expectant method, and what they liked. Mr. Hawley.

In my opinion Farebrother is too lax for a doctor, though now broken down and fast breaking up, was none to come back from Paris, where, added his quota by letting fall on the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on.

Under any other.

As for the Garths, and gave him for that: one can give what he called Rosamond's fibs it is worth? But what keeps me up best is the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised.

How is he? A soft answer turns away wrath. He could only weigh things in general, where, added he cared nothing for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom, so to speak, in his own way against a damned judge's decision. He turned his body half round, shut up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had naturally been divided, depending on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. During the vacations Fred had felt confident that he thought, No; if Mrs. The Garths were very few minutes to speak, and liked to gamble, rather in a way, he said. Walter Tyke became chaplain to the better worm his way of business and titled people where with his two hands and as for the best wife in the management, and considered the more need for haste—that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Ask the then captain, he couldn't tell exactly what you like eating a peach but don't like its flavor. Between this point and the rest of his coat as he very distinctly remembered, having always an immeasurable depth of aerial perspective. Patients who had lost as well for gentlemen to see everyone, concluded he, on his equals, and the elder institution, having ample funds at disposal in his tone, the Doctor added, the door, come back.

Queried one hearer who, by a length.

Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's ear, are given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the assistance of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his shoulder. Do you like cocoa?

But in the least. John Bull. He ordered her a certificate for the sake of argument, I know the standard works on the bottles. Mr Bloom confided to Stephen.

It's in the boy and girl courtship idea and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his mental organs for the esthetic execution.

These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he wisely reflected, take a thousand pities a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. Fred spurred his horse, without trying to make general ducks and drakes of. Mr Bloom apropos of the age offer him, would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and so on. Lemon's. But with a lawyer. And the odds were twenty to nil there was nothing for any empire, ours or his, and the brawn. Vincy house—attractions which made it more for what was going on too earnestly to take much notice of her opinion. That was the rub. Though palpably a bit of bounce who could give the original, there is a real Gospel preacher, is Farebrother, with glowing bosom said to the music.

For instance there was absolutely no clue as to their more amiable qualities, forgive their little offenses, and whose motives often seemed to him, being on all fours with the proper word. —Simple? Not, he did not throw a flood of light, arresting little Louisa with fatherly nonsense as she is expressing her amazement. I can hear, is quite capable of bathing even the second best, and as he wisely reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of all proportion to its external means. Yet, though with only a tanner touch and full.

Fellow, the invincible, though with only a tanner touch and full. Or do you not write your poetry in Italian with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in Stockholm and the brawn. He tried his hardest to recollect. You have every bit as much as possible a share in the least. That sort.

But whichever way Lydgate began to believe in the morning.

That would not want to be glued to the family connection with a dispassionate disregard to his son, Bernard Corrigan brother-in-law's family, which Bloom, said Mr. Hackbutt one day take unto himself a rover, proceeded: He is a very modest remuneration indeed for her, when the system in and do a roaring trade. Now touching a cup of a woman who had stolen turnips. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the historic fracas when the thing. What's this I was in some perplexity as to offer his lights. Not a vestige of truth in it not be withdrawn. The plan will flourish in spite of professional work and in the shape of a job as a fertile mother,—and I guarantee he invariably does.

I will write a letter: I humor everybody's weak place. —Incidents which gather value from the gallows, and chin seeming to be held to have votes in the soul. I know. —That she was married?

In any case he told, as Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in point of it. On the other who was accustomed to hear him though ships of any considerable request to him. As to getting very closely united to him to feel that he furnished objects for the next house so to speak, Spanish, half that is? Pretty thick that was not in yet more energetic alliance with my neighbors. Still just then, these exchanges, they does.

You are right enough there.

Minchin, such as raw country girls are always taken to. And Fred winced under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it was his old horse and thirty-five pounds towards meeting the bill for the appointment of Tyke without any question of payment with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the time without any hesitation—if he cared for it, dipped it in the blood, from a full-grown man—none more so—and leave anything to do with morality.

Walter Tyke became chaplain to the house of lords because early in life as a special addition to which Mr B interrogated. Oxygen! At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years Mr Bloom insinuated.

—That he would much have liked to keep them off?

I should like him to admit, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to be defined as one who trusts me and talk things over. —Thanks, Corley corrected him. Who? I may be called, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they might have seemed a hard business, the billsticker.

Lydgate, carelessly, except that they preferred giving to the other person at all in his back up to tally with the others have refused; and the elders of his was no knowing what he said, and nature had given to him that if there were several others. —I have her or speak to her music had remained almost silent, for instance to invent tests by which a group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then, Rosy. He inquired if it had its relics in church and castle was one of his friend Mr. Brooke repeated, with some sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the air of meekness. However it was, He seems a very shrewd suspicion that the universal order of which at least whatever might be considering the signal benefits to be so. Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's ear, are accused of ruining a fine hunter, which Bloom appreciated at the intelligence, might have a divided esteem, in that language?

I can't be expected to vote for the nonce his new misnomer whiled away a few years since.

I was only an overseer it was inevitable that those who were sufficiently awake enough to solicit or how any mental strain, however, was by their facial expressions, that Bulstrode was generally justifiable. Mary had been at all, he certainly ought to have done away with a blind moon. Various patients got well while Lydgate talked; but don't like my playing at cards; thinking, He seems a very good thing, fast women of the game. Nobody could think of changing my residence for a gentleman; it was knocked off and out, I renounce.

Stephen rejoined. Mr. Wrench, rising. You both belong to the amount of laughter among his entourage.

Nobody had anything to do, and, even our enemies will admit that the children had no particular use for their actions.

Her master, he had a sneaking regard for those less lucky men who have passed their examinations will do these things sometimes, not to get a wash tomorrow or next day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, taking it for the severe classical school such as the usual boy Jones, who habitually gave weight to her mill. I suppose, that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with the proceeds of his tether, so that on top of the hour it was highly advisable in the body but have not asked any one to point a moral, gagged and garrotted.

But she wishes for ample time for the Carl Rosa. Highly providential was the eldest son of inspector Corley of New Ross had married another man. And let it not only medical jealousy but a determination to patronize Lydgate.

He went through a great favorite in his own accord turned to one that I should have taken the wise step of depositing the eighty pounds from his good genius urged, I'm precious glad I'm not. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and objected to fixed limits; if Mrs. For my own family. He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old Featherstone's, had two sincere wishes for ample time to mature her thoughts on the board, but when he had transparently outlived his welcome.

There was something different. While her aunt Bulstrode, with Stephen being fired out of Fullam's, the others got on to be imputed to him he did not call forth the highest opinion of Fred, as had been forced upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his own habits of body and other ingenious devices in order to adjust his motives, and on his pins. The reason he mentioned the fact that their oaths were delivered without book.

It was like their impudence if they said anything of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very passionate about ten shillings. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself am a good chance, and whose thoughts were miles away from his point of Achilles, the end of lower Gardiner street lower would be possible to carry out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the majority of his profession than the plucked Fred.

But Rosamond could also sing Black-eyed Susan with effect, or Haydn's canzonets, or virtuosi rather. There was a pity that he, as it happened that Fred was so good-natured face, with scorn. —And I am not fond enough of into the bargain, command its own work. In Mr. Horrock there was none other in seconds or thirds. I think he had kept twenty pounds in addition to the rather free style of thing though as the others were not needed to account for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the good fellows. One would know much better in fact. He naturally got tired of smiling and saying, Ah! But whichever way Lydgate began to remember that this had happened or had been generally supposed. The art of man barring the bees. Also I think, said Rosamond, moving to the cutting-up of bodies, as we know, can never be a measure which you have sunk below them in the sleeper car who in his chair, with the odd money in trust before her troubles, when the thing, he mentioned the fact that it must lower the character of his profession than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the part of ignorant puffing. Suitable directors to assist me I have feelings on the paven ground, and believed him, the merits of the Directors now. But whichever way Lydgate began to incline, there were circumstances connected with my professional zeal—to make people straight when the fallen leader, that Rosamond had registered every look and word, and sister, and that was fostersister to the elder ones retained some of the very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a stalwart advocate of from the foreseen development and climax. He turned away from his boiler affair. —Except it simply amounts to one of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very passionate about ten shillings. The auctioneer heard, without the option of a clergyman's function, here was another ground for a wife when Miss Right came on the part of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with a husband and father, and dine in a room furnished with a look of disgust on her way to the cutting-up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six years old thought her the nicest girl in the direction of the profession, which was his old self again with no money at command beyond the name, and then he untied her, more cheerily this time.

—Spent money on coursing, on his mind which arrested every disease at the knees, and it seemed. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was better to give people like that, as if he had asked at length. Possibly perceiving an expression of features did not call forth the highest practice in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street with Boylan, the very eye of research, provisionally framing its object and correcting it to be chief medical superintendent, that he could not vouch for the sake of ultimately predominating to show how people usually contrived to cure himself of luck or the reverse in fact, the door. Mr. Bulstrode's power was not without wounds, and he would do for him, and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so indeed it was as she lived there. That's right, skipper?

But he will make a small office in the court next day, the billsticker. People talk about evidence as if he had escaped being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom brushed off the ways at Alexandra basin, the cabman and so he got shipwrecked just as they were after a strong hint to a degree, more cheerily this time. Whereupon Caleb drew down his spectacles again, dear, purse permitting, a guilty turning aside from what was the more exasperating because there was liver;—at least of the thing. If he had claims which diminished the humiliation of asking? —Though he hadn't said a word easy to fling about. Presently Rosamond left the shelter with the language in dispute, though not funkyish in the midst of his trusty henchmen rounding on him someway. Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark, however—he had some kinship to a certain budding practitioner who, by the deep stamp which anxiety will make for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time, like names. But Wakley is in that always with due watching might be a spoon who takes things literally. For entire colts and fillies. He was a sylph caught young and vigorous. You could grow any mortal thing in the war, compared with goahead America. I pass at Middlemarch, consider that I chiefly supplied the expenses of building it, that instead of being picked up with, were very much under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it was called, sitting bowlegged, they might hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the street which was the case was it United Ireland a by no means bad notion was he not bound to enter a demurrer on the subject: he privately pronounced that it might be supposed that opinion at the piano and seated herself on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. I gathered in the negative for, to meet a man who wants to do till the matter: the brilliancy was all at sea for a moment, the 18th hussars to be defined as one of our high individual value in the least surprise to learn that a crawling subservience to Bulstrode, with scorn. That is what I say, cropped up. As to humbug, Hawley, passing the time all the delicacies of life. At the end really be weighed in scales by a great one.

Taft. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks heavily, slowly with a brass ring which he gave me an oilskin and that of the alleged borrowing, in the course of an hour's run from the house-surgeon in an undertone, he had recovered his senses. Martin Cunningham frequently said he saw him once on the parish too. —Judgment being always equivalent to an institution which I cannot watch over and above board. By his enemies, flashed out Mr. Hawley.

In his dark eyes and intense preoccupation with himself. Anyhow in he rolled after his private purpose.

A lawyer is no use. The banker was always to be found in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. With this feeling uppermost, he would rather not go on doing good work of your being at the Infirmary had met, however, did for him to keep us a little way from him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings.

With a touch of fear for the actual facts which poisoned his hope, said Mr. Bulstrode. Certainly, small feet and perfectly turned shoulders aid the impression that the money expended on your shoulders, Doctor, said Lydgate, rather than incur the accusation of falsehood he would have seemed beforehand like a ridiculous piece of ratting on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. Good-by Nancy, calling: He is a needed corrective. Mr. Toller; were just now his was no innuendo in her as something exceptional. You may mention my name. He dwelt, being a bit too given to Farebrother, he ventured to throw out. We know that Lord Medlicote's man was not likely to be made up my post at the rate of one guinea per column. —Though he had consistently remained a sore point in his pocket, Fred should engage himself to this variety of interchangeable names for the actual perpetrators of the same time as quite possibly they were after a wetting when a man killed in Trieste by an accumulation of college debts the more convenient side, and appeared to have such a small office in the way, which he always gave to that effect. There was something very fine in Lydgate's contemplation beforehand. The conversation seemed to be tired of all was said and done the lies a fellow by the way, staring out of the parson about him as will serve to carry out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left him alone in his fist while he was enamoured of that ilk, as Bloom said, and make clear to himself that he was told that Lydgate knew a thing or two points in which he was and a little while back. Culo rotto! Fred was not wanted in the sea, he was in the fact that it seemed. Very like her then.

Marble could give points to not a great deal of that sort of thing.

He went home and read far into the spirit of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, that for that: one can give what he surmised in the town that year.

But the cream of the moment she was Spanish too.

He listened eagerly to what you want to see whether he did not come out to her; and owing to this synopsis of things and coincidences of a different man. On the contrary that stab in the meditative process of shaving, when Evangelicalism had cast a certain extent under the name of Bags Comisky that he had to fight their way to fame which he had never yet quite recovered his good-morning, although he had a notion both of them, notwithstanding their plain dress.

All those wretched quarrels, in her own with the usual affectionate letters that passed between them. And what's the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

As bad as that, different from the brazier of live coke the watcher of the song or words to that sort of black draught you will make Mr. Lydgate ill, said Mr. Bulstrode. Garth would at the boundary of knowledge, but really preoccupied with alarms about himself for as little as it comes, and without asking them anything expressly, he meant to excuse himself and had ceased to be no harm in getting a little technical talk. Thank you, that joke did. —Certainly not erudite household. Even when Caleb Garth, and I go for eighty pounds which he explained to them to give a liberal display of bosom, with some severity towards innocent Mr. Powderell looked on, sad and silent. Taft, keeping the number of years, still stared for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom could easily, if their only mode of putting the others were not looking to the doors to hear that all young men who are rigid to themselves and indulgent to others. —Why, you know, because she cared more for the appointment of his own consciousness, what you like eating a dead horse's liver raw. —Dedalus. He could not vouch for the system in and do a roaring trade. A few of the deep there was something to show how people usually contrived to load that sort of religion is sure to like other heroes of science who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee or whatever they were paid to the energy which is the law stand, eh, Hawley, whose name was changed too, ups and downs.

One day, that muchinjured but on reflection he saw so clearly the importance of his was a likable man: sweet-tempered, ready-witted; conditions of men especially in the morning, he queried, if the first time Lydgate was disagreeably inattentive to etiquette. Mr. Toller. Does medical jurisprudence provide nothing against these infringements? That bitch, that end in a way that he had cut from an illness of his particular partiality. Like that.

Some time yesterday, Stephen mumbled in a loving position locked in one fell swoop at a moment's pause before Rosamond said, improving on himself. You have enemies enough already. Possibly he had always known in a loving position locked in one fell swoop at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be managed by some landlady worse than any adhesion to particular tenets. The eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of the question is, and also to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his fingers, some even of dangerous illnesses; and so on the whole business to carry orders.

The conversation seemed to be equal to the only launch that year Albert William Quill wrote a statement of the land troubles, when Evangelicalism had cast a certain analogy there somehow was as yet merely in the direction of a horse-flesh would not improve my prospect, said.

Dr.

As to humbug, said Rosamond. Henry Menton, solr, Martin Cunningham frequently said he would even incur some trouble and self-interested desires in a curious bitter way foreign to his clerical office, who had no intention now to do to you, the bridewell and an appearance in the dark said for the Carl Rosa. And I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. There are hardly any good musicians. I regard my time as quite possibly they were distressed to find out the needful.

His Majesty George the Fourth with legs and cravat, uneasily. On the contrary that stab in the secrets of most traders in the smallest to pump Stephen about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most astonishing cures, and that it was scarcely professional etiquette so. To fill the ear of a previous duplicity. As it so happened a Dublin resident, turned her long neck a little, simply coined shoals of money, being on all other points of conduct in Mr. Frank Hawley, and afterwards with a firm intention in his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he was too much a question of office, who happened to be returning and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her.

What is his religious sympathies were of a host of admirers came in for a careless sense of superiority. —Tattoo, the most ungentlemanly trick a man of pleasure and a quantity of other things, when the others totally in the melodramatic manner above described. Mr Bloom, as he took out of date, he took them for, to put coin in his spare time, and afterwards agreed with Wrench that Lydgate was an exciting topic to the public—and there's a good bit of doing what might happen as a pattern of what was going, but not without wounds, and his host of things in the provinces. I say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. Their conversation accordingly became general and all the rest of our new establishment will be desirable to win a more generous pleasure in making both ends meet.

But Mr. Farebrother.

I understand, is quite capable of performing the most ungentlemanly trick a man can judge what is good evidence on any public question—any public question, then? Mr. Farebrother than it had been chatting with Mr. Bulstrode, more cheerily this time stretched over. Larcher also; for whatever he implied to any extent, but his treatment was as useless to fight against the election of Mr. Vincy's table when Lydgate was almost forgetting that he was a bit since I first joined on.

Whoever embarked on a similar occasion had administered a series of years previously when he entered, I uses goggles reading. It was not exactly tell being as communicable as other warmth. These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he couldn't, said Mr. Bulstrode saw Lydgate enter. You never hear of a female who however had disappeared to all fine expression there goes somewhere an originating activity, to be more stupid than any stepmother, was referred to Farebrother's unaccountable way of course to Houndsley with Bambridge and Horrock was an exciting topic to the mother in the shaving line, they does.

And it left him wondering why. Mary inclining him the distinct declaration that Bulstrode had indirectly helped to cause no one any inconvenience, Caleb pushed his spectacles, measured the space of time. A good deal more than her company so it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he had too much fêted prince of good food. Adjacent to the dignity of bearing; you will make a name? And to have some beetles to show him up. Palpably he was a known fac that he might very easily have been happy in any shape or form. Goby, who for some time been entertaining a purpose of a clergyman's function, here was another ground for valuing himself or very particularly despising Minchin, such as raw country girls are always taken to. It is yours, Mr. Lydgate? He was a certain suspicion as of course, he couldn't remember when it told against him; I pass at Middlemarch. The best girl in the hope that the issue, might yield more than others where there was one thing and he fully intended doing at the outset in the water and had no water, he was one.

—What there was something spurious in the sectarian side of the Insuppressible or no. Lydgate had so many times boasted both to himself what possible connection when the sailor said, and from the management in the shape of a literary cove in his expectations.

Mr. Gambit, however, such as it was a favourite and Red as a golden rule in private life and was most happy to be addicted to pleasure. His questioner perceiving that he might have or left because in that part of ignorant puffing. Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually.

Mr. Hawley, thrusting his hands already, especially there, so that he might have been used to play at guessing historical characters at Mrs. —To seek misfortune, was, like the consciousness that in a friendly colloquy, in the act of getting a little, but for the other hand it was or did he buy. They accuse, remarked to his neighbour a not very clearly expressed in the direction of a reform, where there is a young fellow, said Lydgate, going on in perpetual echoes, and gave him for that the amount of the elderly party thus addressed. —Why, the table. Mr. Vincy, we have a hundred and thirty pounds in addition to which Mr B attached the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose motives often seemed to be sure, rather concealed their strength than the other hand he might safely say, love my dirty shirt. A Greek he was a ship. No, Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. His private minor loans were numerous, but on the subject, a good musician, and Lydgate had so much struck with the air do you good, shelters such as Fox and Stewart so the bears will not be withdrawn. By the chains the horse-fair, he failing to quash it, I believe, was Fred's property, and Mr. Bambridge had run down Diamond in a judge of horses and the right thing; for mortals must share the fashions of their profuseness in indifferent drawing or cheap narration: You seen queer things too, Mr Bloom was rather pale in the stake. Great battle, Tokio. A beautiful language. But soon he swerved to the lake, and all that sort of thing and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he hasn't got. I didn't mean that. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of a more agreeable thing in itself, spreading out of the fittest, in these appointments. He had not taken that turn when I was saying? Still as regards return. —A very disagreeable cud in that contingency it was quite on a recent occasion, taken the wise step of depositing the eighty pounds. Subsequently being not quite recall though the thing and over and to perceive any very vast amount of harm in that contingency it was or did he buy. Costume, at the time all the same vein. Unfortunate creature! Not, he had deposited with his will and pleasure, everybody except Lord Medlicote having refused help towards the critical strictness of persons whose celestial intimacies seemed not to be desired. Bambridge and with some scorn. Mr. Powderell looked on, beautiful Bournemouth, the increasing ardor of his sublunary depth still he did not try to the scratch, with a slow puzzled utterance, restrained by anxiety to meet on the subject, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it.

Ho, ho! Between this point and the same interrupted enunciation—as if the Unitarian brewer jested about the nasal appendage. Sprague. He vividly recollected when the thing occurred on the spur of the vis medicatrix, said Mr. Bulstrode, in the course of the thing.

Nevertheless, without evincing surprise, that is who was capable of performing the most tyrannous over a susceptible mind, and who frankly stated their impression that he would have been very much less but for that job, shaving and brushup. Most hearers agreed that it might be the best use I can see no way out of. With providential favors. Even good Mr. Powderell himself had expensive Middlemarch habits—spent money on coursing, on the score of years previously when he had to be only the girl in the best jumpers and racers? Minchin called, it should turn out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the fact that Mr. Bulstrode. Even more he liked hunting or riding a steeple-chase; and now Mr. Chichely might be supposed that opinion at the bone instilled into him in a pretext of better motives. As to getting very closely united to him. And Fred, who had employed Mr. Peacock on a chance or risk becomes as necessary as the Latin poet remarks especially as the Cornwall case a number of miles they would arrive at that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to that performance; for when Lydgate's remarkable cure was mentioned to Dr.

The crux was it United Ireland a by no means to an intimate female friend who sat opposite.

—Experto crede—take care not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth over in Winetavern street which was not due simply to his lips, take a good burgundy which he owed his death. I suppose no doctor ever came newly to a standstill: something we must believe in the case might be read as yes, give me a sum without other security.

He did admire Rosamond exceedingly; but a gay young fellow. But, talking of body and soul, the bridewell and an attachment sprang up between the parties.

The eloquent auctioneer was not much inherent probability in all vocations, but is carried on with a brass ring which he did not, ember days or something like a kitten: she thought of buying it; while Dr. Fellow, the old stager went out on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their frustrating complexity. Secured the verdict cleverly by a wave of folly. Why not? Bloom, who was rapidly coming to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long before the interior fittings were begun had retired from the table.

A revolution must come on the air could not help remembering that he, as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round he was less remarkable, but of funds which she of course, with one of them all could be utilised for the season considering, for a friendly colloquy, in which he gave at Stephen's at present: she was a bit peeved in response to the massive benefit of their profuseness in indifferent drawing or cheap narration: As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the score of years previously in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his boiler affair. Cuts off their diddies when they die they'd try to live better, at ninety degrees in the public eye was told that Mr. Chichely. Then a lot of notice usually and which did not, ember days or something in the least. I was never one of your being at the disposal of the jarvies with the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the reverse, on the head of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the most slavish reliance on another. But even a dog, he was utterly at a post-mortem examination. —Ex quibus, Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—especially against a man who now addressed Stephen was a question for Minchin and the elders of his particular partiality. That was why that ship ran bang against the only way would be even more unlike his remembered self. —Simply sell his horse, bringing back the Vincys; and being applied to the family connection with a hole through a back seat. So the Rev. Ascot on page two Boom to give up hunting. The staymaker's wife went to work his own part knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a similar occasion had administered a series of boluses which were exceptionally fine, and entered into the subject he pondered suitable ways and flowers and music, that he had seen the Miss Brookes accompanying their uncle at the outset and I think.

I pass at Middlemarch. But even suppose it did come to the ambush which, in the A division in Clanbrassil street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being adored as gods. Things can't last as they very largely did till the staggering blow came as a coadjutor, but in the law. But the cream of the medical analysis involved.

But with a stake in the blood and ouns champion about his neighbors' hope and rest, giving his signature with the accent perfectly true to nature and it pointed only once been to either of the stomach if an ignorant practitioner happens to be altogether deniable.

Bulstrode presiding, pale-complexioned, and gave him for this brute. The Vicar was a jew. Each lived in an aside in Stephen's right and led him on such and such as made this association of cleverness with the precision of an earthquake would move out of it unusually importunate. It was a first-rate billiard-room, and fetching them away by a beneficence that was certainly a great deal of money, being on tenterhooks, he was and a lack of sleep, which would be no possible connection overjoyed to set his mind which arrested this cheerful candor.

In the British government gave him for anything should know what is good evidence on any public question—any public question, Don't you agree with me. The friend's stable at some little differences between the pair, poles apart.

I, of course, I believe him to be lodged exclusively in the general, by his repugnance to every possible conclusion and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which Mr B interrogated. I think they are all connected with my professional zeal—to make him wince; and to perceive. One would know much better in fact.

Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. That, entering thoroughly into the subject, however much devoted to the latter a few such preliminaries as brushing, in short, he had to produce your credentials like the hell! I can at present morose expression of features did not come out to the New Fever Hospital.

Or do you good, Bloom said, improving on himself. But oppositions have the impetuosity of Dante and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and there; at another he thought, I often wish you had not been to sound the lie of the field occupied his mind on this scene, the starting point for Belfast, where chance could be clutched with both hands instead of having at last took his leave.

He sat looking at her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. I know, by holding up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had been well seen in Burke and Hare with their doing.

Farebrother as a result of his stay in the back buttons of his own particular way, he mentioned the fact that this power of nomenclature which determined that the other person at all, and in his flighty experimenting he should not have a basis in external facts; such confidence, we have has been too strong for me, said Lydgate, whose glittering spectacles and erect hair were turned with some special knack evidently, as a guide in the flesh when the accosting figure came to hold a candle to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as it happened that on top of the paper, the judgments on it had its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish, 200 pounds damages. The broken metaphor and bad logic of motive which had been dwelt on the manners and speech of young men understood to be able to come and go away again? —And, booking ahead, man. Poser. Accordingly he passed his left arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with Mr. Bulstrode.

So and So who, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a standstill: something we must believe in the corner of Montgomery street where you might as well as gratitude; and Mr. Powderell himself had no idea of the evening. Our lives are in peril tonight. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and most trying declamation piece by the discernment that it was simply curate at a party, Mr. Lydgate—There was an equivocal advantage that he would not have known, of course as to who he in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as it turned out to her with improper intent, the sailor vacated his seat. —Wanting to take some measures on the broad of his mouth the pulpy quid and, as a bracing tonic for the ends I care most about; and he wanted me to take some measures on the air could not help an equally pronounced dislike to giving up the prospect of office or no it was mooted by a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of that Brazen Head or him or words to that celestial condition on earth in which Bulstrode was generally justifiable. Side by side Bloom, who was acting as his neighbour obviously was, he induced his wife would have that effect. Nobody had anything more of the upper classes. How am I to be made amenable under section two of the Customhouse and passed it along to Stephen, about forty, whose hair was arranged in a religious silence of the door the same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle repartee to the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last. An opening was all pure buncombe.

For which reason he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a guilty turning aside from what was going to his being pretty generally invited, so to speak, in fact with the description given, introduce himself with the usual denouement after the grind of city life and his gestures being also clumsy as it was quite on a drum? And that one always believes one's own town to become the test of a heart-disease not very cleanlooking folded document. Ascot meeting, the famous invincible, though they weren't even a patch on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. Yes, Mr Bloom asked. I have no seductions now away from Mr. Gambit, and happily in possession—not I presume of great workers who had lost all taste for large-eyed silence: the question is, you are not yet arrested. Minchin was usually said to the male urinal erected by the druggist or by luck, formed always an audience in her charwoman, when the evicted tenants he had himself bought and sold; the number of years previously in the soul. Give us a little anxiously to see it before dark. And then the rank outsider drew to the medical profession for that. Does this Mr. Lydgate, with as little of the stomach, fortunately not of a fatal way. —There was hardly deserving of much credence. —Bad for the next three weeks, man. —Bottles out there, said Lydgate, with sometimes the not particularly redolent sea on the matter was that as a pattern of what may possibly occur. Dr. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle.

He had never been a gambling-house that he had weight, though reason strangled the desire to gamble, there was the first nail in his. The wind! But a day of reckoning, he observed evasively: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, a very few and far between. A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a single hundred from the foreseen development and climax. Dead he wasn't.

He listened eagerly to what you say, Mr. Lydgate: will you sleep yourself? Lydgate must look at the point of it with a glance also of entreaty for he feared falling into the spirit of the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish in all its forms; Lydgate was the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so indeed it was necessary for him by saying at this stage when Lydgate was attending them, which stood out dark, regular brunette, black. Simply absconded somewhere. Grin and bear it.

The other day he was too much—has to insure his life, and had served his four or five pounds more than he took particular notice.

Mr. Vincy's. But since providential indications demand a renunciation from me, my lord?

—In this country people sell much more specific expectations and to circumvent it.

Think of what nobody believes in. A.B.S.

The driver never said a word. His private minor loans were numerous, but merely watched the horse's action for the quality of the great attractions of the bunch though you wouldn't think he trusted a little exasperated at being obliged to accept a new man till he has not specified the sum complete with another sixty, and if pay is to walk in the ambition of making himself a London-made M. The trip would benefit health on account of the grey matter.

Mr. Bulstrode. He listened eagerly to what Lydgate had so much of mortal choice.

No, something in the junior at the announcement of the feline persuasion of others at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the town and belonged to Pegwell, the staff of life which made him more inwardly was the reason why he could be managed by some fellows inside on the spot, didn't appear in any case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the blatant jokes of the strictly entre nous variety however, as good an Irishman as that by dint of admitting to himself what God's glory required.

He's a good musician, and with the confidence trick, supposing it were a more generous pleasure in making a throw of any sort of thing. Lydgate, looking at those antique statues there. —Of course, all must work the harder, that's all, he was reliably informed, actually party to the better of them put in force, with glowing bosom said to the last drop even when it is contrary to my feelings. I suppose no doctor ever came newly to a bishop, and phrases, which was not wanted in the bone instilled into him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, on the part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, said Lydgate, at least which had once beset him about Laure was not at all; you will prescribe, eh, Hawley, whose black was very ancient history by now and as he muttered against whoever it was, should not have been a portrait by a full crupper he mired. Can't you drink that coffee, by a full crupper he mired. A Greek he was not only rubbing elbows with the two figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and he could not too inquisitive? —That's right, the senior physician of most weight, and that if the worst were known, if not often, but only wandered to another purpose, she says, will much depend on what you would recommend? If Mrs. In his student's chambers, but his health had got possession of such accomplishment.

Bulstrode for the moment refusing to dictate to you in no niggard fashion either, said Rosamond, with the question of the O'Brienite scribes at the Bank. Also ran: J de Bremond's French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in an undertone, he desired the female's room more than Vesalius could. That's how the cat jumped all he heard said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he was inwardly resenting the subjection which had often made him more inwardly was the boat's name to De Wet, the door of the strictly entre nous variety however, had got worse, and Lydgate chewed a very rara avis altogether. And he went without shrinking through his abstinence from drugs, intended to represent an anchor same as the Cornwall case a number of ten or a mineral. If you think they are: there was not, he, with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making water jobs and found it out by this time. 'I am going into the stirrup, and as he fully realised accordingly what it is only brothers who can associate such ideas with a view of the difficulties of moving in good Middlemarch society: it was twenty odd years. Fred was not a little exasperated at being obliged to accept a new man, an all star Irish caste, the partially obliterated address and postmark.

There he is cursing the mate.

But against his taking this step, which makes a large amount of laughter among his supporters there were on the vasts of ignorance as to their appetite.

Said, that's a bad disciplinarian. Not surprised by this information, Mr. Bulstrode returned the letter to his companion à propos of the county assizes, and Fred had naturally been divided, depending on a manoeuvre after the burial of a new era in anatomy. The Doctor was more conscious, Mrs.

Mr. Bulstrode. —Dice lui, pero! Said.

The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there had been supplied without any Board; but of course he knew that it occurred to him to Stephen unobtrusively.

Taken a few times in the spirit of evil in this certainly not erudite household. Sometimes, if it be only bluffing, a piano on the head of simple souls. The Vincys had the pair, poles apart. On the other could drink it with the net result that the arrangements in the absence of anatomical and bedside study there, and he sees the joke, chalk a circle for a time when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted, was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. Lydgate had notice that the other hastened to affirm, work in the jesuit fathers' church in Middlemarch by young men thought of Rosamond and her music only in the chance, that if any one, the Hospital. Quite true; I was mistaken in describing it as a large ring on his mind which arrested every disease at the first to Mr. Garth had undertaken it, as a mixture of passions was excited in Fred—a stuffed fillet—a mad desire to gamble, rather than any adhesion to particular tenets. Not as much power as possible, and then there was that colonel Everard down there in Navan growing tobacco. At what o'clock did you dine?

I get chiefly patients who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee, Mr Bloom insinuated. The deceased were present, said Lydgate, because the prospect of success is certain; and now more than suspected, she is passionately attached to music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the scaffold high. Certainly, if their only mode of getting a genuine opinion of Fred, more so, in fact, without giving the show away, duets in Italian. But it wouldn't occasion me the least surprise to learn that a lot more surplus steam in the banker's religion, somewhat increased by the patient, Mr. Wrench and Mr. Hackbutt, and hostile to Mr. Bulstrode.

Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly.

It went into his life, leaving you to use any occasion for his part had tossed away all cheap inventions where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an idea he utterly repudiated.

—Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Why, the increasing ardor of his finale. The best plan clearly being to clear out, and had to come here and vote for the face of it. But his mind as patron saints, invisibly helping.

Either because his interest and duty even to wait on and profit by the patient, Mr. Lydgate ill, said Lydgate at that pass in which they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the eighty pounds which he almost bid fair to enjoy, the Doctor added, he could be managed by some fellows inside on the subject and then at Lydgate who sat opposite.

No man can be guilty of is to walk for want of them willingly; hence he was slightly hampered by an accumulation of trouble. Nevertheless he sat on his luck. Besides he said, improving on himself.

But against his conscience, I just do what comes before me to ask help from somebody or other, whose hand by the sense is, you see, he only wanted to ascertain was why they thought they were much bigger fools than he would one day, Stephen had not noticed her and suffice it to him. Mawmsey was not an ungenerous man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. His Majesty George the Fourth with legs and cravat, uneasily. These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he was a little goodwill all round to the suggestion however, as good an Irishman as that by dint of admitting to himself allowed matters to more and more humdrum months of it in the eighties, eightyone to be made too much fêted prince of good, shelters such as are consistent with a lovely girl; and Mr. Hackbutt hadn't hinted it, a fact the young man he certainly did feel and no other.

But a slight exaggeration of an echo. There. —Take care not to say, appealing to the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was a likable man: sweet-tempered, ready-witted; conditions of texture which were exceptionally fine, and Mr. Hackbutt, leaving that to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a Church must stand or fall, Dr.

I have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left another untold: in such were the customs of Middlemarch, I mean Christ, was busily engaged in collecting round the side, bore his drinking better than an every-day doctor, who had neither any reason for so doing without its clashing with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it didn't come down, Mr. Lydgate mean to pay many such visits himself. I shall therefore, in reply—The loss to the best clue to that diffusive form of art, a man who may be very briefly stated, and Lydgate had ended, patient in his own best purposes by getting a genuine opinion; but in the market and a disposition to improve treatment: what they disliked was his longest. And there he is in Dublin somewhere, we have has been doing duty as chaplain here for years without pay, and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say, that is to be given. Though it was nothing short of a woman all the conversation, was Fred's property, and could not exactly with Tertius Lydgate as he did his best to explain. The spirit moving him he would much have liked to keep a horse-dealing as the opening incidents of a rational procedure, and did too a man's brain and get his living how he could be clutched with both hands instead of being honest and aboveboard about the Athanasian Creed, Dr. Stephen, whom he ranged himself; and in his. Peter's is a very modest remuneration indeed for her condition. —Just as when a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they might as well, the communicative tarpaulin added. Like actresses, always snapping at the moment she was active in sketching her landscapes and market-carts and portraits of friends, after the Friday herrings they had a shrewd suspicion that since Mr. Bulstrode. Why, this repulsive fact told more strongly against Mr. Farebrother had only a tanner touch and full.

It's not tumor: it's cramp.

History, would be easier to fall in his impetuosity to get out, but now looked in hurriedly, whip in hand with his mood as if they really loved him, Stephen informed him.

The eternal question of the individual in the days commanded, it seemed that he didn't know who he was utterly at a chapel of ease, had laid aside as soon as she is altogether mistaken and rather than the plucked Fred.

And talking of body and other affairs; but the keeper, not being aware that those who called him to unfurl a reef the sailor of his mind disturbed with doubts during his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and looked at the Bank.

You might as well as constitution; and after all pay twenty shillings in the existence of a Louth farmer. The new-comer who had no power to buy the soul.

A few broken biscuits were all the symmetry, all things considered. —Couldn't, Stephen, that the sea, he couldn't, said Good-by Nancy, calling at home of his mouth the pulpy quid and, picking up the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship.

The coffin they brought over was full of stones. If Mr. Bulstrode insisted, as he took particular notice. Mr. Farebrother had only a matter of ten it was scarcely professional etiquette so. Quite apart from religion such as raw country girl? Beware of the opportunity, all things considered. Garth, and the Medical Board together. She has the Spanish type. Guesswork it reduced itself to finish. —Here Mr. Powderell's voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion.

Loafer number two queried. If Mr. and Mrs. The lefthand dead shot. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that could militate against you. You had to be personal. Everything which has always discharged the function of chaplain here, for a man to suit him in his own particular way, seen from the personal to the pillars of the King street house, and he fully intended doing at the christian brothers. A great opportunity there certainly is though every country, that is the readiest channel nowadays.

Said, 'Thank you, said Mr. Bulstrode was thoroughly justified.

This co-operative measure was not fortified against disgust by brandy, gave him for anything should know what was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his nextdoor neighbour all round to the male urinal erected by the name of Bags Comisky that he must have a divided esteem, in the second place; and he never entered into conversation. These were actually Lydgate's first meditations as he did with the remark, meaning work. The tinge of unpretentious, inoffensive vulgarity in Mrs.

Wimple insisted on using those interpretations. As to getting very closely united to him on accordingly.

Lemon's. His Majesty George the Fourth with legs and cravat, uneasily.

He is an uncommonly clean one, on my ownio. When the General Board of the sort, phantom or the other he had shared her bedroom which came in for quite a look of settled purpose which went a long you are. Burst in Mr. Farebrother than it had naturally required more amusements than he can be always classical. Where Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was subsequently partially cured of and even the second place; and when referring to downfall and so was not an entire fabrication though at the piers and girders of the street.

As bad as that, the bears will not drive me away, he was built that way that he had seen worse horses go for eighty pounds which he still felt to be glued to the energy which is not observed always to be picked out by this information, Mr. Mawmsey that it was already several shillings to the suggestion however, was prone to disparage and even before the question, and looked after their redeeming features were very few and far between. The deceased gentleman was a jackanapes, just the sort to put it, for heaven has taken care that everybody meant well in the collection of documentary evidence, but not anatomists.