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🎄 PotO Advent Calendar 2020 🎄

By @from-aldebaran

Snow Angel

As grey dawn broke over the streets of Paris, the Opera Ghost stood high atop the roof of the Palais Garnier, surveying the thick snowfall that had settled over the city in the night, snow still falling, perfect flakes settling on his cloak, their crystalline shapes unmarred, becoming bright additions to the subtle jet beadwork adorning his collar and shoulders.

Erik had suspected this change in the weather when he had completed his rounds last evening with a final stop on the roof. The air had smelled of impending snow, reminding him of days long ago on the road in Russia, where learning the signs and portents of the weather’s whims had been a matter of life or death.

The light-bejeweled city had been beautiful from the heights last night and was even more so now, all ugliness revealed by the daylight hidden beneath smooth snowy white curves, like the mask which shielded the malformed side of his face from the horrified gaze of the world. And this was not winter in Russia. His life no longer danced upon a knife’s edge from day to day. He stood here, atop his Opera House, warmth and beauty and home within, snow kept safely without, waiting for the dancers and musicians and singers to come fill his halls with bright life and music, which he shaped as always subtly from the shadows.

Well, and there was no more time to stand here gawking while snow collected at an impressive rate on the brim of his hat. There was much to be done this day, before the Palais emptied for the Christmas holiday, with a concert by the Opéra Populaire scheduled after, for the holiday season, and a new production starting in the coming year. The day would hold Christine’s early morning vocal lesson, a full concert ensemble rehearsal on stage at noon, with breakout practices and recitals in the afternoon.

The Opera House always bustled with life during the day, but never more so than at the holiday times. The artists, young and old, were caught up in what Erik understood to be the spirit of fellowship of the season, exchanging gifts, holding impromptu gatherings, filled with Christmas cheer, and above all, anxiously awaiting the time away from their work that the Christmas break provided. The days leading up to Christmas were filled with a palpable energy, waiting to be released as the company headed out on holiday.

Then, ah, for him a few days of what had used to be blessed solitude, when he could roam the halls at will, mindful only of the few beleaguered guards tasked to work the holidays. Never very happy about it, they typically stayed close to the main guard station, leaving the gilded halls free for him to enjoy in peace, to marvel at the beauty contained within the Palais and of course to attend to more practical matters, ensuring seldom used secret access points remained in working order. Yes, the holidays were a perfect time for a survey of his Opera House, top to bottom, drifting purposefully alone through the long winter nights.

But this year was somehow different. Sweet solitude held less allure. He had grown accustomed to the new lessons with Christine, their daily interactions. Seeing her progress, shaping her voice into a beautiful reliable instrument to serve her all her days. Speaking with her on matters musical and personal. Using his guise as an angel to gain perspective on facets of human behavior that he had either been unaware of or which had somehow eluded him completely. Not that he truly cared, mind, nor would he have much occasion to put this newfound knowledge into practice, being the solitary creature he was.

Still, she fascinated him…that is, what she had to say fascinated him.

It was a good thing, then, that the work to be done in the Opera House, still and empty and quiet for the next few days, would occupy his time so completely.

Erik turned to go, his footprints from his earlier traverse already erased by the snow, leaving no doubt his new footprints would be obscured as well. He swept his hat off, releasing a sudden tiny blizzard into the wind. He felt the unexpected kiss of snowflakes on his cheek, and a warm flurry of sensation in his chest which he recognized with surprise as anticipation, anticipation of a pleasant day indeed, with all proceeding according to plan.

*****

Christine was late. Very late. Christine had never been so much as a minute late before, not for their morning lessons.

Erik fretted behind the mirror until the moment when the door to the dressing room flew open and Christine burst in, her arms full of bags and parcels, her blue cloak damp about her, her usual outside-of-the-opera upswept coiffure fallen, sending her auburn curls cascading about her shoulders, sparkling with snow. The vacant tableau of her dressing room came to vibrant life with her entrance, her cheeks and lips rosy with color as she spun to close the door behind her, calling for him immediately.

“Angel, oh Angel, I am so sorry! Are you here, did you stay?”

He had not the heart to make her wait a moment for his answer, though her calls for him were their own sweet music.

“My child, I am here. What befell you? And what is it that you carry there?”

“Oh, Angel,” Christine began, as she set her various burdens down on the vanity, easing woolen mittens from her hands, unfastening her cloak and tossing it over the dressing screen to dry. She perched her mittens precariously atop the screen as well. “It has snowed, have you seen, a very great snow, the most here in Paris in years and years!” She pulled a small pair of hair combs from the pockets of her dress, trying in vain to roll the snow-dampened curls of her hair and secure them away from her face.

“I did see, and this delayed you somehow?” He felt like a fool. He seldom had to go abroad from the Opera House in inclement weather, unless he wished to, and he had not even considered the snow as a reason for the lateness of her arrival.

“Well, yes, it is not only snow, but ice beneath and walking is treacherous, especially for those not accustomed to snow! I daresay I spent more time helping people up this morning than I did on my own journey here.” Christine laughed, adding with sudden astuteness, in apparent consideration of his angelic nature and his potential ignorance about the meaning of her northern origins— “I am Swedish, you see, and used to the snow!”

She busied herself sorting various packages that she fished from the bags she had carried, explaining as she worked. “We exchange gifts with each other for Christmas, the ballet girls do, and these are the presents I have brought with me to give.”

Of course. Gifts were customary at this season, he thought, as his chest inexplicably tightened.

Her hair came loose from the combs again and she pulled them free, rummaging in her vanity. “These are entirely too small, they always have been. I simply need to get larger ones, and give these away.”

She pulled a larger pair of combs from the drawer, evidently much used by the battered look of them and was finally able to set her hair away from her face to her satisfaction, though the rest of the snow-swept curls she left free, here in the confines of the Opera House, where the rules governing a young lady’s expected hair arrangement were a moot point at best among the bohemian members of the Opéra Populaire.

His eyes caught on her face as she peered into her vanity mirror, and he was struck suddenly that beneath the rosy glow imparted by the winter weather, she was pale, and somehow drawn, with faint lilac shadows beneath her eyes.

It was not like her to complain about anything, especially something so inconsequential as a set of hair combs. Perhaps…

“Are you well? Are you agreeable to our lesson today?” he enquired.

He drove her very hard, came the abrupt thought, as his gaze traced the stark line of her cheek, with these lessons in addition to the not insignificant demands of her duties in the company, singing in the chorus and dancing as well, under the also quite strict supervision of Monsieur Reyer and Madame Giry respectively.

For all that she held these responsibilities, and for all that she had been through these past years—things she had shared with him during the time of their lessons and on other occasions when she called to him and he was able to answer—she was, he suddenly realized, still quite young.

Young in a way he had never been allowed to be, and with a sudden hollowness expanding in his chest, he wondered if he was complicit in rushing her into adulthood with his stern expectations.

“Oh, yes,” Christine said, shaking her hair back one last time and coming to stand in the center of the room, poising herself for her warmups. “Some of us had hoped…well, had thought, that the day’s rehearsals might be cancelled due to the weather, but—” a look approaching worry crossed her face—“but I would never miss a lesson with you, Angel. And as it turns out, the day’s full schedule remains firmly in place.” Here her lip quivered, just slightly, and she cast her gaze down in what looked very like disappointment.

Oh dear. Abruptly, he was at a loss. He cast about for what to do and decided he needed more information.

“My child,” he said, “you know we have discussed before how I am ignorant of many things in this mortal world, and that I rely on you to be my guide in such matters.”

Christine lifted her head, nodding to the corner of the room where he had sent his voice to speak from.

“You must tell me truthfully, Christine. What had you and your companions hoped for this day? And please, dear one, sit down. Warm yourself before you even think of warming your voice.”

Christine crossed to the vanity and settled upon the little chair there, chafing her hands together and tucking them in the folds of her skirt. “Well, it seems so silly to say aloud, especially to you, Angel. Such trivial matters to concern you with, and really of no importance.”

“We have had this discussion before as well. There is nothing you cannot lay before me. Music is not made just with the voice, you will recall, but with the spirit. If the spirit is troubled or,” and here he paused, to rid his voice of any emotion save comfort, “or the body is tired, you must tell me, Christine. I am not always able to discern these things without your help.”

She shifted on the little chair, and then spoke. “Well, it is just, yes, we are tired, all of us, and we had hoped to be able to go out…and play.” She flushed, her pale features pinking in the soft light of the dressing room to match the high color of her cheeks and lips.

Play. In the snow?

Erik considered her in silence, information and observations assuming new configurations in his mind, Christine again leading him to a new perspective. He had anticipated a high level of energy from the company today, this he had observed before during previous holiday seasons. People with their minds on future plans, on gatherings with loved ones, eager to be done with their work.

But this morning, the Opera House fairly vibrated with the company’s restrained energy, and at last he understood—it was due to the snow!

And Christine—not just his promising student, but a member of that company, a member of humanity in a way that he was far removed from, in a way that he had utterly failed to take into account.

Erik pulled in a deep breath in his place behind the mirror, letting it out slowly and quietly as he gripped his hands tightly together. She would work herself to exhaustion, catch her death of cold, to not miss a lesson from him. Her health could take a turn, due to illness or overwork, two things he himself was never troubled by—and he would be responsible.

He could not and should not hold her to his impossibly warped standards.

And he—he had had no consideration for her at all, none, not even arranging for something as simple as a holiday gift…

It simply would not do.

Perhaps there was something that could be done, to make amends. He addressed her, sending his voice again from the corner of the room.

“Play?” He hoped he did not sound nearly as confused as he felt.

“In the snow, you know. It happens so rarely here!”

“Ah,” he said wisely, feeling thoroughly unenlightened. “And how, exactly, does one play in the snow?”

“Oh!” She leaned forward, clasping her hands, her voice animated and eyes bright. “There’s sledding of course, and snow forts, and snowmen, and snowballs…oh, and snow angels!” Here she laughed again.

“I see,” he said, though he saw nothing of the sort. He remembered looking out of his shuttered window as a child, at a group of children throwing balls of snow at one another in the street, and from his Russian travels he knew what sleds were, but all else was mystery. His tone must have conveyed more than his words, because Christine continued, explaining.

“Well, sledding is riding something smooth down a hillside covered in snow. Snowmen are figures made out of large balls of snow, stacked with a bottom and middle and a top for a head. You can add branches for arms, buttons or coal for eyes, and a carrot for a nose. And then things like scarves and hats if you like. Oh, and snow forts are like walls made of snow, or sometimes square or domed houses. To play in, you see, or hide behind, especially in a snowball fight.”

Christine tipped her chin down, shaking her head slightly, yet still smiling. “Snowball fights sound very mean when explaining them to an angel, but I promise you they are very fun! You make fist sized balls out of snow and throw them at one another. If you are feeling very wicked, you can pack them tightly, so they sting your target a bit.”

She raised her eyes, skin coloring once more, and brought the subject back round to virtue. “Snow angels are when you flop down in a field of soft snow, flat on your back, and then you move your arms and legs to make shapes. The legs, see, make a robe and your arms make the wings. At least—” and she glanced again at the corner his voice issued from “—that is what we think angels look like, though we have no way to be sure they look anything at all like what we have imagined.”

Well, and time to change that topic. It all seemed very silly…but perhaps that was what was needed here. Some time not to be serious. Some time to simply…play. At the very least, he would cut this lesson short and give the girl a break this morning. She had dance practice very soon and then the full run through of the holiday concert with the whole company, dancers, chorus, and orchestra assembled on the stage.

Today was the last day before the brief holiday break, and the show to commence very soon after everyone returned. They were already well practiced though, he had seen it for himself. The management could have made a different decision and called today’s rehearsals off altogether with no harm done. They were clearly as foolish as he himself had been.

It was time for that to change. And, he thought, his mind a whirl of ideas, time to share the lesson he had just learned.

“Christine, a few scales please and that will suffice for today. Warm up properly prior to your rehearsal later this morning. You will want to be well prepared for anything.”

She rose from her seat to move to the center of the room again. “Oh, Angel, are you certain? I can do anything that you ask.”

“I am very certain, dear one. Sing today, then go from here and rest your voice, body and spirit until you return again next week. You have given me the lesson today, Christine, one this angel had not considered, that people need time to rest and play, to stay well for their work. I shall not forget it.”

*****

Erik lounged in casual repose in the flies high above the stage, which hummed with activity dozens of feet below. The flies were empty save for himself; there was only one backdrop needed for the post- Christmas concert the Opéra Populaire was preparing to rehearse, and that already in place, leaving the stagehands to concentrate on ground level tasks. Joseph Buquet’s many little nests of old drop cloths, where he napped away the hours hidden safely from view above the stage, were empty, Buquet himself busy sharing a flask of holiday cheer with the dayshift guards at their station. This set of circumstances had saved Erik quite a bit of time in dealing with unwanted attention, and ensured he had no audience for the completion of the project that had consumed his morning hours, and gave him also an excellent vantage from which to observe today’s proceedings.

He had been right about the effect of the holidays, and Christine’s observations about the snowfall enabled him to see even more clearly…no one wanted to be here today. They wished to be out, in the snow, left to their own devices

Idly, Erik observed the rehearsal layout. The orchestra was ensconced in the pit, doing their warm-ups as the conductor, Monsieur Desplat, presided in dreamy, absent-minded glory, bent over his sheet music, his hair a cottony white nimbus about his head. Desplat lived fully in the world of music, which condition Erik could understand, but alas, the music in Monsieur Desplat’s head often drowned out the real world shortcomings of several members of his orchestra.

As if on cue, the Third Trombone hit a particularly sour note, causing Erik’s fingers to clench. And of course, the Second Trombone’s chair was empty, the man over in the string section, pressing his dubious attention upon one of the violinists—it scarcely mattered to Erik which one, nor, he suspected, did it matter much to the Second Trombone, whose criteria in choice of partners boiled down to alive and available.

Stage left stood the twittering semicircle of the chorus, no uniformity to their dress as they were not yet outfitted in full Christmas costume. Monsieur Reyer as usual strutted before them like a bantam cock, all nervous energy and sharp movement, his incessant frustration confined only by his perpetually too-tight jacket and too-small hat. Erik had to admit that the man knew his business, else Erik would have made it his business to have the répétiteur replaced years ago. No, Reyer was quite competent, and then some, despite a distressing tendency towards favoritism and inclination to fawn over said favorites, resulting in a failure to correct their slide into bad form.

And there stood the favorites themselves, La Carlotta and her partner Signor Piangi, at the downstage end of the chorus’s semicircle. La Carlotta, true to her character, alternated between looking bored and disdainful, while Piangi’s good nature asserted itself as he chatted with chorus members, yet, with the ease of long practice, and perhaps a well-developed sense of self-preservation, he remained constantly aware of and attentive to the ever-changing moods of his lady diva. As usual, Piangi had done a thorough warm-up, his pleasant tenor an accompaniment to Erik’s morning efforts in the flies, and also as usual, La Carlotta found warm-ups beneath her, which contributed to the daily erosion of her once supreme talent.

Stage right, a drift of tulle and satin, the ballet dancers fully costumed in their holiday concert regalia, complete with tall tiaras each adorned at the highest point with a glittering golden star, in sharp contrast to the stern black-clad presence of Madame Giry, staff at the ready. And there, speaking animatedly with Madame Giry’s blonde-haired daughter Meg, was Christine. Erik narrowed his eyes—he had heard Christine warming up as he worked and knew she had no dance role in this concert. If she were not careful, she would risk—

“Daaé!”

And there it was, Monsieur Reyer’s nasal voice rising above the sounds of the orchestra and sending Christine rushing across the stage to her place in the chorus. One would think, Erik mused, that a vocal coach of some renown would have made some effort towards making his own speaking voice less of an assault on the ear, but sadly, this was not the case. One of the ballerinas, a particularly unpleasant girl with dark eyes and scornful brows, far too aware of her own beauty, laughed and muttered something to her compatriots, while Meg frowned fiercely at her. Erik cocked his head, and made a mental note of the scoffer’s position.

All in good time.

He settled back to wait for the rehearsal to begin.

*****

The company was restive, there was no doubt of it. Errors in previously solid performances abounded. The ballet girls had missed their cue again and stood sullenly until a broad overblown note from the First Bassoon, a young man relatively new to the orchestra, sent them into a fit of giggles which seemed to set them more at ease. A deliberately overblown note, thought Erik, knowing a player of that caliber and on that fine of an instrument would have to work at producing such a sound.

Yes, and that reminded him, strings and woodwinds. Special consideration would have to be taken for strings and woodwinds...

The chorus was also off, and Monsieur Reyer was growing more and more heated, stopping the songs, launching into his familiar tirade of “No, no, no! Nearly, but no!” repeatedly, which was ostensibly supposed to be both helpful and comforting and which in reality was neither.

Erik caught sight of Christine’s pale, strained face amongst the chorus as the rehearsal moved forward into the third selection. Three selections out of twenty, and at this rate hours upon hours of work for the beleaguered members of the company, and every bit of this realization showing in her expression.

It was time for the lesson to begin. As taught by Christine to her Angel, thence from Angel to Opera Ghost, and now, with very great pleasure, from Opera Ghost to the whole of the Opéra Populaire…

The ensemble was several bars in, orchestra, chorus, and dancers striving for synchronicity, when Monsieur Desplat was roused from his world of music by the sight and sound of his woodwind section and his string section ceasing their play, and standing to put away their instruments with some haste.

“Here, now,” he sputtered, as the brass played gamely on, the singers and dancers onstage continuing, determined, it seemed, to make it through this song come what may. “What are you doing?”

The First Violin spoke up. “Why sir, only what you told us! You said rehearsal’s off, to pack our things and go!”

“I said no such thing!” Desplat declaimed, as the strings and woodwinds persisted, that no, they had all heard it, plain as day, as though he had spoken right in their very ears…

On stage, the chorus gamely continued, but the lack of complete accompaniment and the distraction of the many standing figures in the pit finally threw them off, and Reyer brought them to an uneven halt as per usual.

“No, no, no! Nearly, but—”

SPLAT!

Seemingly out of nowhere, Reyer was hit in the back of the head by a wickedly accurate snowball, which knocked his hat off amid a spectacular spray of glittering snow.

A second whizzing sphere smacked the headdress off of a particular ballerina, icy cold snow wiping the ever-present smug expression off of her face.

In the stunned silence which followed, an odd sound was heard, dozens of ropes passing through dozens of pulleys, as an equal number of buckets descended rapidly to every far flung area of the stage, coming quietly to rest amidst the company.

Each bucket was heaped to overflowing with snowballs.

And it was on.

High above the fray, Erik rocked with silent laughter as the stage devolved into a battlefield.

The orchestra wasted no time in storming the stage and commandeering ammunition, the strings and woodwinds with their instruments safely stowed (thanks to the early warning they had received) versus the later arriving brass section, all of them at one point joining forces to pelt Monsieur Desplat rather mercilessly until he seized a music stand as a shield and made his way out of the orchestra pit to the safety of the far reaches of the auditorium.

Madame Giry made a small attempt to control the corps de ballet and might have done so, had not her canny instincts led her to glance upward at the flies, where Erik allowed her to see him. He waggled a snowball at her from his own private stash, and she sighed, stepping back and releasing the ballet dancers to do their worst.

The chorus, who rather sportingly had not attacked the still recovering Monsieur Reyer, and who had instead turned gleefully on each other, solidified into a unit when faced with the raging attack of the ballerinas. Reyer’s immunity was short lived as he was caught in a blistering crossfire, not at all by accident, as Erik was able to discern from his superior vantage point. He noted with both surprise and delight that Christine got in a few hits on him herself.

In fact, Erik’s one concern, for Christine’s safety, had dissolved immediately as he saw her good Swedish instincts and good Swedish arm turn her into a smiling yet fierce combatant. She was well-liked by the company and not the malicious target of anyone that Erik could tell, save the scornful ballerina who, while she was a talented dancer, had no arm at all. Her mistaken attack on Christine was decisively countered and Erik added a hard packed ice ball to the middle of her back for good measure as she attempted to flee the stage.

Piangi, an enormous but well-liked target, was spared and used his seeming immunity to shield Carlotta, who huffed in red-faced outrage as he attempted to maneuver her off the stage before the worst happened.

And he would have made it, too, thought Erik, as he considered trajectories for a hit on Carlotta which proved impossible due to Piangi’s intercession—until the stagehands arrived. Arming themselves from a row of untouched buckets at the back of the stage, they fired at will, and with enviable accuracy, at La Carlotta, their bane and tormentor for many long seasons, reducing her despite Piangi’s shielding presence to a sodden bedraggled state in a matter of mere seconds.

Erik sought out a few especially irritating company members for his own strikes from above, and had then turned to amusing himself by lobbing high arcing shots into the orchestra pit, sending snowball after snowball into the bell of the abandoned tuba, when he caught sight of a particular nemesis, the Second Trombone, heading away from the fray towards the far backstage.

The man was a menace, his insatiable nature and never ending supply of willing partners resulting in innumerable trysts, and Erik had grown tired of stumbling across him all throughout the Opera House in the most unexpected places…and positions.

Sure enough, the Second Trombone had again seized the day with one of the violinists, and as the couple prepared to conduct a private symphony of their own backstage, Erik took great delight in dumping a full bucket of icy snowball melt upon them from the great height of the flies, bringing their performance to a chilling conclusion.

Satisfied, Erik returned to his perch above the stage. The battle still raged. Christine had switched allegiances back to the corps de ballet, and stood now shoulder to shoulder with Meg. They dodged and weaved incoming missiles with dancer’s grace, laughing all the while.

Never had he seen Christine so animated, so vibrant. So simply happy. His fingers, icy cold from snow, warmed as he pressed his hands to his chest, feeling his heart alive beneath his palms.

His attention was drawn away to Monsieur Lefèvre arriving stage left. Erik watched in astonished bemusement as Madame Giry made her way serenely from stage right, through the pitched battle, not one single member of the Opéra Populaire so much as daring to dream of throwing a snowball anywhere near her, to confer briefly with him. The two concluded their conference, Lefèvre threw his hands up and stalked away, and Madame Giry turned, striking her staff sharply upon the stage twice, bringing an immediate cessation of hostilities.

“Rehearsals for the day are concluded,” she announced. “We will reconvene next week, after the break.”

She silently surveyed the wet and disheveled assemblage of supposed professionals before her.

“Merry Christmas,” she intoned, and she sighed.

*****

Erik returned to the roof in time to see the liberated company, now hastily clad in their winter gear, spill out onto the front plaza of the Opera House. The snowball fight was quickly rejoined and spread out along the sidewalks and across the streets, and grew in intensity with the addition of staid bankers and stolid businessmen to the combat, grinning madly beneath their top hats and homburgs. Mesdames and mademoiselles joined in as well, in plain spun aprons or hats the height of fashion. Snowballs made equals of them all.

But there—there she was, Christine, with Meg, joining in the snowball fight.

Even at this distance he could see the silver and blue glint in her hair that meant she had found his gift when she returned to the dressing room for her cloak and mittens.

Hair combs, a pair, a design of intricately carved silver set with sapphires that matched her cloak and her eyes.

Erik cast his mind back to the warm Persian night, as far from the crisp air and glittering snow-covered streets of Paris as could be conceived, when he had been gifted the combs. There had been a boy, missing a leg above the knee, and Erik had had a thought of something that could be constructed, jointed at knee and foot, to allow the boy to walk. So simple really, it had taken him mere days to construct. His parents had been overjoyed, and the mother had offered the combs in gratitude. Erik had made to protest but ultimately had been unable to refuse and really, despite their uselessness to him, the combs were so beautiful they were hard to resist.

The combs had made their way back here with him, surviving the travels and adventures he had had since leaving Persia long ago. It had been a simple matter, among his tasks this morning, to return to his home beneath the Opera House and fetch some things away, the combs, a bit of pretty paper to wrap them in and a few other oddments that were here with him now in a cloth bag tucked by his feet.

Writing a note to accompany the gift had been quite a bit harder. He had decided against lengthy explanations of how an Angel could possibly gift a material object…if the subject were broached later, he would come up with something. Disguising his handwriting was old hat—his own handwriting was often rushed and scrawled as it attempted to keep up with the flow of his mind’s ideas. The Opera Ghost had very different penmanship indeed than his own. And so must the Angel, in a hand differing from both.

It was the sentiment that eluded him. He settled upon writing that he would see her upon her return after the Christmas break, to remind again she needn’t show up for their lessons for those few days. And then he thought to finish with “Merry Christmas” and realized he had never written, or spoken those words for that matter, in all the many and varied years of his life…

A sharp gust of wind that threatened to snap the edges of his cloak from his grasp brought him back to the rooftop. Clearly the gift and note had been found and must have been passable, for Christine had already set the combs in her lush curls. She was closer now, on the crowded sidewalk below, snowballs flying as a lone bicyclist, head down, rode close enough to become an instantly popular target, pelted with a will by all parties, save Christine. The cyclist fell, knocking his cap loose, as his bicycle slid beneath him on the icy street.

The bombardment was merciless as he attempted to retrieve his bicycle from where it had fallen…until Christine, arms raised, stepped next to him. The assailants, seemingly chagrined, turned their attentions back to each other as Christine brushed the bicyclist off, retrieved his cap for him and sent him peaceably on his way.

Erik shook his head, his hands unaccountably warming again. He would know her anywhere, he thought, simply by her actions. A merciful, caring young woman, who would forgive her poor Angel for not understanding that people needed to play and rest.

The combs, silver and sapphire, sparkled in her hair.

He was glad to have been able to gift her some laughter today as well.

She and Meg made their way to the front plaza to join a group constructing figures out of snow. Ah, these must be snowmen, and snow ladies as well, for the figures were those of the principals of the Opéra Populaire. Simple shapes, made of three large snowballs stacked atop one another; nevertheless, due to the accompanying accessories it was easy to tell who was supposed to be who. Christine and Meg helped with a figure of Piangi, a very large snowman indeed.

After a time, the girls left the group, and started, he knew, on their way to their homes. Madame Giry drifted gracefully out to join them, and they began their walk. Meg suddenly stopped, pulling her mother’s hands to stop her too, and she and Christine made their way over to an untroubled patch of snow. Laughing, they flung themselves backward, arms sweeping vigorously from their sides to above their heads and the position of their feet indicating that their legs described arcs worthy of da Vinci as well. Carefully rising so as not to disturb the patterns they had made, they hopped back to the sidewalk to admire their handiwork. There, in the snowfield, two angels now appeared. Christine patted at her hair, checking for her new combs, he fancied, and the trio, after some dusting off, continued on their way, to their waiting homes.

Erik watched until she was out of sight, watching longer still as the day began to fade toward evening. The snowfall, which had continued on and off throughout the day, was on again, lazy flakes riding the wind and spiraling down like falling stars.

And now, he supposed, it was time for his own lesson.

For Erik and the boy he had never had a chance to be.

He looked around the snowy expanse of the rooftop, and thought of Christine’s list. The snowball fight had been accomplished. Sledding…was not an option. Oh, it would be quite possible on the higher, steeper pitched portions of the roof of the Palais Garnier, but the inevitable conclusion must give one pause.

Snow forts….again he considered the snow-covered Opera House. Well, and he already had the grandest snow fort anyone could imagine.

That left only two items on the list, and he set to the snowmen with a will that surprised him.

In short order, he had two figures, one tall, one smaller. He eyed the bag he had brought with him. It contained buttons for eyes, blue for Christine, brown and blue for himself. For his own figure, he had brought a hat, unused since a midnight sortie some months back had gone rather awry and he and the hat had had to make a quick detour into the Seine. And for Christine’s, well, he had brought away the small unwanted hair combs when he had delivered his gift to her dressing room. They would be returned of course, as the snow melted.

But…even with these accoutrements accounted for in the final design, the figures struck him as clumsy and unrefined.

If he was meant to be having fun, damn it, it should be fun for him, not an assault on his artistic sensibilities.

He set to the figures again, shaping, sculpting, a dress here, a cloak there, adding snow as needed until the figures took on a fuller semblance of life.

He finished Christine first, her face taking shape beneath his hands, her hair now tumbling about her shoulders, a cascade of sparkling snow. He stepped back, to consider. Yes, this was recognizable as Christine to anyone who had even a passing acquaintance with her. Soft yet strong. Demure yet commanding attention. Graceful even at rest.

The buttons for eyes did not suit this sculpt, but the combs... Carefully, he set them amid the snowy waves of her hair, and was pleased with the result.

His own form took shape even more quickly, lean straight lines, the billows of his cloak, long hands with icy frozen fingers of snow, shining slicked back hair.

The face… He sculpted the left side first, smooth unmarred features, half of a firm-lipped mouth, the long straight line of one side of his nose, jaw and cheekbone and brow sharp and defined.

And then he stopped, eyes closed, brow furrowed and surely it was only melting snow he felt upon his cheeks...

The decision reached, he faced himself again and with trembling hands worked on the right side of his face, sculpting not a mask, but a semblance which matched the left, his face as it should have been, in some world out of time where he had been born a boy who could go outdoors, who had learned how to play, who had known the joys of family and home and love.

Stepping back, he saw a man he did not know, but somehow wished to. And next to the man, the girl who was fast becoming his teacher, perhaps leading him to come to know this strange version of himself at her side.

Shaking his head at his odd evening fancies, Erik delved into the bag, finding the hat, well suited to the figure before him, the hat having seen and been through much and lived to tell the tale. Settling it on the figure’s head, he tipped it low on the right side, as he wore his own, and acting on some instinctual impulse, with his finger he drew a line on the snowy visage, slanting from the left forehead to the right corner of the mouth, which he found comforting in some unknowable way.

Well. That left only one item on the list.

Removing his cloak and hat, he sat in the snow some small distance from the snow people, and laying back, moved his arms and legs in great sweeping, freeing arcs, his length of limb creating a startling large angel when he stood and inspected it.

An Angel of Music.

Something he and Christine genuinely had in common. Long before he came into her sphere, she had been visited by the Angel of Music; it was evident in her talent and passion and power.

And despite the vagaries of his life and birth, one thing he was truly grateful for, one thing that had saved him time and again, one thing that he believed in above all else, was his own visit from the very same angel.

It seemed fitting that these snow versions of himself and Christine had their own angel, as well.

He drew a staff in the snow between angel and student and teacher and with careful touches from the toes of his shoes, wrote a song in the snow for them to share. Although at this point, on this day, on this night, it was really rather moot now as to who was the student and who the teacher.

Erik dusted himself off, donning cloak and hat again, rolling the bag of buttons small enough to tuck into his pocket, and strode to the edge of the roof to look out over the city.

Paris lay covered in an absolution of pure white snow, a forgiveness of drifts that gleamed and glittered in the city lights below.

Snow swirled in the wind, and he knew by morning, his and Christine’s snow features would be blurred into generality, the angel windswept to a soft impression of the powerful muse he knew, the snow song unreadable and unknown except to those who had been there when it was written.

All fading into the past, leaving only tomorrow in view.

He felt again a tingle that he recognized as anticipation. The break would not be too long. Christine would return. Their mutual lessons would resume. Who knew what they would learn together?

Leaning out, over the roof’s edge, he spoke, and watched his words turn to mist, carried off by the ghost of an evening breeze.

“Merry Christmas, Christine…”

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The Fifteenth Time AKA: Rest in Peace - An L.A. by Night Fanfic

Jasper takes Annabelle to his grave and they discover something distressing there.

This fic is part of an AU series where Jasper has been feeding from Annabelle and they now have a Blood Bond and a slow burn romantic relationship. It’s obviously worth reading the rest of the "Feeds From" series before this part.

The Entire ‘Feeds From’ Master List Can be Found Here

SPOILERS for the end of Campaign 1, the one-shots, and up to and including Episode 7 of Season 2. This was written before the author saw Episode 8 of Season 2.

Episode 7 of Season 2 "Red Flags," had a lot of talk about graves, what with over half the episode taking place in a cemetery. That got me thinking about Jasper's grave and how it might be interesting to see that. I was also thinking about Chloe's investigative arc in season 2 and what she might do if he were upset and obsessive enough.

As always, I lay no claim to owning any of the characters involved, and my eternal thanks to everyone who has read and enjoyed my fic. Thanks to @cravatfiend and @gokaiyellow for editing, inspiration, and encouraging me to write "fee fees."

Also posted to the author’s Ao3.

First posted March 29, 2019.

The Fifteenth Time Jasper Fed From Annabelle (AKA: Rest in Peace)

“I have something I want to show you.”

Annabelle had noticed that Jasper had been very quiet this evening, more so than perhaps usual. “Sure,” she said. “What is it?”

He licked his fangs in nervous habit. “It's um... my grave.”

Annabelle's eyebrows rose. It was certainly not something she had expected him to say. She knew that his death had been faked. Well, 'faked' was the wrong word. Jasper was dead, there was no denying that, but he was still walking and talking and very much not in his grave. Neither she, nor the others in their coterie were listed in any kind of official records as having died, save for Jasper.

“Oh, um, sure, if you'd like. Um... why?” Annabelle inquired.

Jasper shrugged. He seemed very downcast. He had a lot on his mind and most of it wasn't good. “I don't know,” he said quietly. “I've been doing a lot of thinking. I just... well, you've been wanting to know more about me, and there is a lot that I still don't want to tell you, but I think this is something I can share with you... if you'd like.”

Annabelle nodded. “Sure, Jasper. Is it... are we coming up to an anniversary?”

He knew what type of anniversary she meant. He shook his head. “No. I died in November.”

November was still many months away from when they were at now, but Annabelle realised that she had known him while the anniversary of his death had come and gone and he hadn't said anything about it. Well, why would he have? Especially because he hadn't known her that well back then.

“Should I bring anything? Do you want me to leave flowers?” Annabelle asked with a tiny hint of humour.

Jasper shook his head again. “No, it's fine.”

“Right, well, I can always just give you flowers. You like roses, right?” she smiled at him and, despite himself, he smiled back, just a tiny bit.

“I know you like pink ones,” he said, remembering Eva's gift to her. “If you ever get a grave, I'll leave some for you.”

“Aww. That's sweet. Morbid, but sweet.”

“Annabelle, I'm taking you to see my grave,” he reminded her. “'Morbid' is a little moot at this point.”

Jasper led Annabelle to a small cemetery in eastern L.A. The gate was locked, but Jasper had no intention of going in that way anyway. He took Annabelle around the side, over by some tall trees that provided some shade for the graves and the people who visited them. The trees also provided some cover for stealth. The fence was twelve feet tall and topped with spikes to deter people breaking in at night. It would not deter Jasper though.

Annabelle eyed the spikes with a little nervousness. “Are we going to climb over?”

“No,” Jasper said, judging the height and distance and making mental calculations. “I'm going to jump.”

“I can't jump that high.”

“Yeah, I know. I'm going to jump. I'll carry you.”

Jasper crouched down, presenting his back to Annabelle. She smiled and climbed on. He held her, piggy-back style, his arms and hands supporting her legs as she clung to his neck and shoulders.

“Don't drop me, please,” she said, trying not to sound nervous. She could take a basic fall, but she didn't like the look of those spikes at the top of the fence. Annabelle figured she could survive the impalement, but it would be very painful.

Jasper smiled over his shoulder at her. “I’d never drop you. Never.”

Annabelle felt his muscles tense in preparation for the soaring leap. She squeezed her eyes shut tight. Jasper leapt, clearing the height easily and landing quietly on the well-manicured lawn on the other side. Annabelle giggled softly despite herself.

“That was kind of fun,” she whispered.

Jasper knelt to let her down. “Well, we'll have to do it again to get out. Now... we'll have to be quiet. There might be a security guard, but I doubt it.”

Annabelle nodded. “Okay.”

Jasper lead the way again. He had only been here once before, not long after his embrace, but he remembered the way. One of the other Nosferatu had taken him here when they told him that he had been interred – or at least, that an empty coffin had been buried and a headstone with his name on it was in place. His grave was towards the back and off to the side, away from heavy traffic. Annabelle tried not to think of it as a 'forgotten' corner of the cemetery, but it sure seemed that way. They approached it from behind, unable to read any of the names on the stones unless they looked back behind them. For the sake of making sure Annabelle didn't lose him in the dark, Jasper did not activate Obfuscate, but he did move silently. Annabelle tiptoed, almost as quiet as he was.

Jasper's headstone was a small, simple curve of dark granite. They came around a corner and there it was. There was no flowery epithet, no Bible quotes, not even a “Beloved Son,” just his name and two years sandblasted into the smooth, dark grey stone.

Jasper Heartwood 1989 – 2013

Annabelle didn't know what her reaction was going to be upon seeing it. She was struck by a wave of sadness. It was a simple, inexpensive grave. Not that having a big, fancy tomb would have meant he was any less loved in life, but there was something about it that was still monumentally heart breaking. Annabelle used the light from her phone to read the inscription clearly. She reached out to touch the stone, but hesitated. She glanced back at Jasper, as if for permission.

Jasper was standing back, not as close to the grave as Annabelle was. His face was a blank, unreadable mask. He did not like being here. He did not need any reminders of his current circumstance or what he had lost, but it was still, in an odd way, a part of him. He was sharing his existence with Annabelle at the moment. He wanted her to see this, and he wanted to be here when she did, and so here he was.

“May I?” she asked.

He shrugged, genuinely not caring if she touched it or not, but there was something still nice about her asking permission. “Sure.”

Annabelle traced the letters of his name with her fingers. She could feel tears prickle her eyes and wiped them on her sleeve. “I'm surprised it doesn't say more. Why doesn't it say 'rest in peace'?”

“I don't know. I didn't pick it,” Jasper said, “and whoever did obviously didn't have much to say about me. To be fair though, I'm not resting in peace.”

Annabelle sniffled and chuckled. “That's true.” She was quiet for another moment, thinking. “I never knew you back when... we were alive, but... I'd like to think we would have been friends if we did.”

“Maybe,” he said softly. He sounded like he doubted it. He and Annabelle had run in very different social circles at college.

Annabelle frowned, spotting something odd on the surface of the granite. She increased the brightness of her phone light slightly and brought it a little closer to the stone. There was a reddish mark that was only just visible. It wasn’t blood. The shade of red was too bright.

“What is it?” Jasper asked.

“It looks almost like... there was paint or something on it, but it was washed off? You can still see it faintly. Look,” Annabelle pointed and Jasper stepped forward, squinting critically at the bright light. “Could have been... letters?”

Jasper snarled softly in irritation. Had someone actually defaced his grave? It made him more angry than he thought it would.

Annabelle traced the very faint red marks on the stone where the paint had been washed off. It did seem to have been letters; four letters, in fact, and underlined:

F A K E

“'Fake'?” Annabelle read out loud. She looked at Jasper, confused. “Why would anyone spray paint 'fake' on your grave?” Her eyes went wide with dreadful realisation. “Do you think someone knows that you're not, you know... buried here?”

Jasper bared his teeth and swore. “Shit...”

“You told me that you had written a note...” Annabelle said slowly in dawning horror, “to someone who thought you were dead. Was it your girlfriend?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Would she do something like this?” Annabelle gestured back to the grave.

His first instinct was so say no, but then he remembered what Chloe could be like when she was obsessed with something. She got very irritable and irrational until whatever problem she was working on was solved. That said, she wouldn't go so far as to deface a grave... would she? “I wouldn’t think so.”

“When was the last time you saw her?”

“Before Thanksgiving. When I gave her... that note.”

“Who else...?” Annabelle wondered out loud. “Who else might know?”

“I don't know,” Jasper growled, angry. His mind raced. Maybe it was Chloe's friends? No... they weren't the types to do this either. His family? No. He hadn’t seen or heard from any of them since he had left for college. There were reasons why Chloe was the only mortal he had cared about for a long time after he became Kindred. He glanced around at the other graves. None of them appeared to have been marked like his had been. This had been a deliberate, targeted action.

Annabelle looked back at Jasper’s grave, sad and confused. “Well, someone seems to know, or thinks they know,” she sighed. “Maybe we can ask around? It might have made the news. Are any of the others painted on too?”

“No. Just mine,” Jasper said. He was worried now about Chloe. He had hoped that she would be even safer now that he wasn't involved in watching the college any more, but it looked like she was still getting herself into trouble chasing some clue about his death or disappearance. “Let's go. I need to make a phone call.”

Their walk back towards the fence was a lot faster than their one towards the grave had been. Once again, Jasper knelt and let Annabelle climb onto his back. He leapt over the fence and let her down safely on the other side. Jasper used the darkness of the trees to cover him while he dug out his phone and called Ramona. Annabelle stood nearby, fretting.

“Hey Jaaaaasper,” Ramona said in a teasing tone when she answered. “What's up? You want a threesome? Because I am not down.”

Jasper growled, really not in the mood for this. “Ramona, I need to ask you something. It's important and it's NOT about that.”

“Fine, but before you do, you owe Meg an apology.”

“I- what?” Jasper blinked, his train of thought derailed.

“Meg. The rat you yeeted across the park.” Jasper heard Ramona laugh to herself. “'Yeet,' I like that word. It's what the kids are saying these days instead of 'throw.' But seriously, you need to say sorry to her. She hurt her leg.”

Jasper clenched his jaw so hard his molars hurt. “Ramona -”

“I will answer any questions you want if you say sorry,” Ramona said. “Here, I'll hold her up to the phone so she can hear you... or do you want me to call Victor and tell him about everything Meg heard and saw in your gross little sex dungeon?”

Jasper closed his eyes, forcing himself to count to ten and willing his Beast to stop raging. Annabelle was watching him, her face lined with concern. She was wringing her hands.

Jasper ran his tongue slowly over his fangs, wishing now he had killed that rat back when he had caught it in his sanctum in the first place. “Fine, Ramona... put Meg on,” he said in a slow, falsely sweet voice.

Annabelle frowned, very confused. “Meg?” she whispered.

Jasper held up a finger to beg her patience. He could hear muffled scraping on the other end of the phone line and a chittering, like rodent teeth near the phone speaker. “I'm sorry,” he said through gritted teeth.

There was more scraping and rat squeaking on the other end, then Ramona's voice came back. “There, was that so hard? Now, what's up, Jasper?”

“Remember that person I asked you to keep an eye on when you took over watching Griffith College for us?”

“Yeah... why?”

“Do you know where she is right now?”

Ramona hesitated. “Uh...”

Jasper didn't like the sound of that. Once again, he had to force his Beast to keep calm.

“Actually, I haven't seen her for a few weeks,” Ramona confessed.

Jasper felt like his stomach had dropped out. If he were not already grey, he would have lost all colour in his skin.

“But the rat pack have!” Ramona said quickly. “The last time the rat pack saw her, she had gone to a police station and then went home again,” Ramona continued. “That was a few nights ago. I can make them look again?”

“Yes, please do,” Jasper snarled.

“Okay, on it. I'll text you when they find something.”

“Thanks,” he hissed. “And one more thing...”

“Yeah?”

“You wouldn’t be able to look into reports of anyone defacing graves at East Los Angeles Cemetery, would you?”

“Uh, sure,” Ramona said hesitantly. “I'll see if I can dig anything up.”

“Much appreciated.”

“Anything else?” Ramona asked, hoping that there was nothing.

“That's all for now,” Jasper said tightly.

“Okay. I'll text you later.”

“Good bye.” Jasper hung up and resisted the urge to crush the phone in his hand.

“Is everything okay? Who's Meg?” Annabelle asked.

“The rat I... threw,” Jasper was not going to say the slang for it. “The one that was spying on us. Ramona made me apologise to it.”

“Well, to be fair...”Annabelle started.

Jasper glared at her.

“Sorry, sorry,” Annabelle said, backtracking. “What did Ramona say?”

“Apparently,” Jasper sighed, “the rats saw her, my girlfriend, go to a police station recently. Ramona is going to text me when she knows more.”

“So... it could have been her who spray painted your grave.”

“Yeah, it could have been, especially if she were caught doing it.”

Annabelle reached out to hold his hand. He didn't pull away from her. She could feel his tension. No need for a Blood Bond to tell her what he was going through emotionally. She gave him a gentle squeeze, trying to be reassuring.

“Come on,” she said gently. “Let's go home.”

Jasper nodded. No use just standing here next to the cemetery all night. He let Annabelle lead him back to the street and they began their trip back towards his sanctum.

“Thank you... for showing me that. I'm sorry it upset you though,” Annabelle said softly.

“So long as she is fine, I'll be fine,” Jasper said.

Annabelle nodded.

They were quiet all the way back to the L.A. River and Jasper's front door. Ramona texted him just as they were opening it.

“She's alive. Got eyes on her. Will look into the grave thing tomorrow.”

Jasper sighed in relief as he read it.

“Is she okay?” Annabelle asked.

Jasper nodded, his worry starting to drain away. “Well, she's alive at least.”

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Annabelle said. “I don't know if it was her who defaced your grave, but... if she thought that your death was fake because of that note and she was really upset about it, she might-”

“Look, I already know it was a stupid thing to write her that note!” he snapped, slamming the door shut behind them.

Annabelle looked startled at his outburst, then her face softened. “I'm sorry, Jasper,” she said quietly. “I can't judge you for writing that note. I would have done the same, you know that. I know you miss her. You've had it the hardest of all of us. It's not fair.”

He sighed again, calming down. “No... it's not fair at all.”

Annabelle touched his arm in sympathy and they headed into the sanctum itself.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked him when they got there.

“Not really, no,” Jasper replied.

“Okay. At least she's okay, right? Ramona will keep an eye on her.”

Jasper grunted softly, agreeing.

Annabelle was thinking, a plan forming in her head. “I want to do something nice for you, because this hasn't been the best night mood-wise.”

He side-eyed her as they came into his haven. “What are you planing?”

“Would you like a massage?” Annabelle offered.

Jasper's brow furrowed. It wasn’t quite what he was expecting her to say. “Sure, I guess?”

“You haven't had one in five years, I'm guessing.”

“That is correct.”

“Okay. Um... hoodie off, and get on the bed face-down.”

He smirked a tiny bit. Usually, he was the one asking Annabelle to take her clothes off. It also wasn’t that long ago when he would have protested getting any kind of nude around her, or around anyone, really. A lot had happened between now and then. Also, this was a direct order from his regnant, and his blood pulled at him to obey through their Bond.

Jasper stripped to the waist and stretched out on his stomach on the bed, his face pressed against a pillow and his arms folded under the pillow.

“I wish we had some body butter,” he heard Annabelle say as she took off her jacket and rolled up her sleeves. “But I guess we'll just go without this time. If you like it though, we can do this again. I used to rub Mark and Elle's backs all the time.”

Jasper closed his eyes with another soft grunt. He was non-committal at this point, but open to the possibility of future massages if this one went well. Annabelle turned on some of their battery-operated candles and put some gentle acoustic music playing on her phone to set the calm, semi-romantic mood she wanted.

Annabelle climbed onto the bed and contemplated Jasper's bare back. The black veins were like inter-lacing spider webs branching out from along his spine, which was fairly pronounced on his slim frame. She flexed her fingers and gently straddled his lean hips to get at the best angle. She decided to start with his upper back and shoulders and work her way down. She got to work, stroking and pressing and kneading his undead muscles. Jasper's skin was dry and a little coarse. Again, Annabelle wished for some kind of moisturiser, but didn't mention it. She was sure it probably wouldn’t work long on Nosferatu skin anyway. She grimaced a little but kept going. “How's that?”

Jasper had to be honest, it felt a lot better than he thought it would. “Good,” he growled softly.

“Good,” Annabelle smiled, pleased that her minor discomfort was worth it. She kept going, working her way down his spine. He snarled very quietly to himself. Annabelle pressed hard and Jasper seemed to like it. He winced, but it was in the pain of a good massage.

“I'm not... so optimistic to believe that you and I will be together forever,” Annabelle said softly as she worked on his lower back, using her thumbs to rub in slow circles. “I've learned that lesson the hard way, and… even though we could live forever, kind of, these are dangerous times. But... while we are together, Jasper, I want to try to give you as many nice memories as I can. I know that you've got lots of years of horrible ones, so... let's try to even that up a little bit.”

“You already have given me lots of good memories.” Jasper shifted and glanced back at her over his shoulder. He was struck by a sudden memory from when he was alive of Chloe rubbing his back just like this after a stressful exam. He told Annabelle what he had told Chloe then. “You're too good for me.”

“Aww. That's sweet but I don’t think it’s true that I’m too good for you.” Annabelle leaned forward and planted three soft little kisses along Jasper’s spine. “And do not start on your 'I've done bad things,' speech, not without at least telling me some of those bad things.”

Jasper shrugged. He wasn't going to tell Annabelle anything he didn't have to. He relaxed back to enjoy the end of the massage.

“Are you hungry?” she asked him after a few more minutes

“A little, but...”

“But... you're not really in the mood?” Annabelle guessed. She thought that was a shame. She had been looking forward to the potential of more sexy times, but clearly Jasper was not up for it tonight.

“Not really, no,” he confirmed.

“That's okay. We don't have to go all out with the Blush of Life and... the sex and all that every time. How about just a sip?”

Jasper's Beast snarled and whispered in his chest. It had been denied several times already this night. He relented. It was too hard sometimes to say no to both Annabelle and his Beast at the same time. “Just a sip,” he sighed.

“Okay,” Annabelle got up off of him and flexed her fingers again. “You want your hoodie?”

“Yes, please.”

Annabelle scooped it off the floor and passed it to Jasper. He sat up and pulled it on, but left the hood down and his head exposed.

“How does your back feel?” she asked.

Jasper gave her a little smile. “Good, thank you.” He flexed and twisted, making his spine, shoulders and neck crackle and pop. Annabelle winced.

“Doesn't that hurt when you do that?”

Jasper shook his head. “Nope.”

She eyed his bare head. “Um... do you like scalp massages?”

“I used to love them, but-”

“You haven't had one in five years,” Annabelle concluded. She adjusted the pillows and sat on the bed with her back against the wall. “Put your head in my lap.”

It was another direct order that he didn't deny. He lay back on the bed, face-up this time, with his head resting on Annabelle's thighs. He bent his knees up and crossed his hands over his stomach, getting comfortable. This was another thing Chloe used to do for him, back when he was alive and had short hair to fuzz. He remembered how it used to help him relax fall asleep when he was stressed.

Annabelle ran her fingernails gently over his hairless scalp. They made a faint scraping sound over his dead skin. She ignored it and massaged gently with her right hand, her other hand coming to rest over his chest. He watched their flickering shadows on the wall in the artificial candlelight. She watched his face, looking for signs of him relaxing and finding them. He was certainly no longer tense, but there was a lingering sadness and anxiety that was seeping through. She could see it in his cold, white-blue eyes. She knew that if they were in front of the rest of the coterie, he might have hidden that emotion, but in front of her in the privacy of his haven - their haven – he let it show.

Jasper's chest was perfectly still and lacking any signs of life, save for the very occasional deliberate sigh as he relaxed a little more. Eventually his eyes drifted closed. Apparently, he thought, some things just don’t change.

Annabelle thought for a moment that she may have put him to sleep, but when she swapped hands so that her left hand was rubbing his scalp instead, he shifted and stirred.

“Sleepy?” she asked.

“Not really,” he lied, his eyes still closed.

“There's still hours until dawn. Want to watch something? Or read?”

“We'll find something,” he mumbled.

“Sure. But first... your sip.”

Jasper cracked an eye open and looked up at her. She gave him a sly smile and showed him her free wrist. It had the bracelet he had made and given her around it.

“Yes?” Annabelle asked.

“Yes,” Jasper confirmed. He brought his hands up to hold her hand and arm in front of his face, making sure to keep her bracelet out of the way. She let him guide her wrist to his mouth. Annabelle prepared herself for the pain to come. Jasper opened his mouth and made a small, careful bite. Annabelle winced at the pain and and willed her Vitae forward. She didn't normally get to watch him feed, but she did this time. Scarlet blood dripped down and he caught it neatly with his tongue. He let her bleed freely for a few moments, then closed his lips around the wound and suckled gently. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. That felt good and Annabelle sighed, stroking the top of his head with her other hand. Her stomach fluttered.

Jasper only fed for a few seconds before Annabelle felt him lick her wrist tenderly to close the wound. Her Beast grumbled its usual complaints about the loss of Vitae and she shushed it. She was helping Jasper and she felt good doing it. Annabelle bent her head down and placed an upside-down kiss gently on his forehead. Jasper let her wrist go free and looked up at her with a little smile.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “You taste good, as always.”

Annabelle stroked his cheek. “Thank you. It's an odd compliment, but a sweet one.”

“It's true though,” Jasper sighed, content.

“What do you want to do now? You want to watch something?”

“Sure, but I don't want to get up.”

She smiled. “Too comfy?”

“Yes,” he said with a light snarl.

Annabelle reached for her phone and turned off the music that was playing. They watched stupid, silly videos on YouTube – news bloopers, Vine compilations and the like. Annabelle continued to stroke and massage Jasper's scalp as they passed the time. He definitely seemed to enjoy it, and Annabelle made a mental note that he liked this kind of thing. Jasper had been both touch starved and touch abhorrent for too long.

After a while, Annabelle noticed that Jasper’s eyes were closed again and he had stopped responding. He had fallen asleep. Annabelle bit her lip, slightly overwhelmed at how adorable she found this. She checked the time. It was nearly dawn and she was tired herself. She wished she didn't have to move, but she did. Very carefully, doing her best not to disturb him too much, Annabelle slipped out from under him and placed several pillows in where her legs had been under Jasper's head and neck. His knees were still bent up and she straightened his legs out into a more comfortable-looking position. Jasper was limp, cold and unbreathing. He growled faintly in his sleep, then stilled and become corpse-like again. Annabelle tried not to think about it too much. The fact that technically both she and Jasper were dead was something that still made her uncomfortable. Annabelle plugged her phone in to charge and found his phone to charge as well. She went around and turned off the battery candles before settling back into bed in the dark room.

Annabelle watched Jasper sleep for a few minutes in the dim light of her phone screen. She thought about their visit to his grave. She found it incredibly sad that he even had a grave in the first place, let alone one that was so stark and unadorned. Just a first and last name and two years written on his gravestone. That was all. It reeked to her of being a rush job. They hadn't even bothered to put his full birth or death dates on it. She wondered if his girlfriend had ever left flowers on his grave, and also if she were really the one who had defaced it earlier. Annabelle hoped she was alright, wherever she was and whatever she was doing. Jasper had enough troubles without worrying about her as well.

The phone eventually went dark and the light disappeared. Annabelle sighed and snuggled up next to Jasper's very still body. A few minutes later, she was asleep too.

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ratherhavetheblues · 4 years ago

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INGMAR BERGMAN’S ‘TO JOY’ “I’d like to bury myself so deep that nothing got to me…”

The genesis of Ingmar Bergman’s thrilling final film, namely, Saraband (2003), consists of a film few have seen and few will ever see, namely, To Joy (1950). Fifty-three years is a long span; but the matters in that long-ago gem include sensibility in such a way as to expose an obligation untouched by Saraband, and any of the other films in that chain of pearls.

Before getting down to the reason why this hidden treasure is particularly important, let’s enumerate what Saraband did so wonderfully on the recommendation of that lost classic. There we find that the effete couple in the film, Scenes from a Marriage (1973), are even far more tedious in Saraband, in their craving for advantage, than when they were younger. The protagonist, Karin, therein, soldiers on to introduce an overtaking of advantage in the music industry while aiming for a career of a classical orchestra player finding gold in the form of sharing with other players attentive to the infrastructures of intention, not the pedantry of being perfect, supreme in that discipline, and mowing down one’s inferiors. Moreover, To Joy, not explicitly but readily understood, moves apace—53 years before, in one Henrik, becoming a practicing incest opportunist until Karin brings equilibrium to her métier—presents a 30-year-old siren sporting a wedding ring pretending to be the wife of a 60-year-old when in fact his daughter, and doing tricks at the homestead.

All of this drama, as we’ve said, is not new. But it is the unopened treasure of our film today which will occupy our strivings. Right from the outset (with its credits seriously and deliberately ugly as to design), we see a stage crammed to the last inches of classical symphonic agency, a horde of choristers and four vocal soloists. Details of the composition can wait. As they present themselves there, they are not only an occasional unity, but an overriding culture. It is that aspect which Bergman attends to, as never before and never again. The melodrama unfolding before our eyes, for all its mayhem, is not particularly interesting per se. What we’ve been gifted to, is the reflection of Bergman, a remarkable artist, taking a harsh bead upon his own ilk. In one light, we have an instance of the very familiar concern (for Bergman) consisting of relations who “speak the same language.” This concern, however, tends to happily savage bourgeois gluttons (crammed also with the religious and the scientific, with their gluttony). Now, though, it’s the sanctity of a supposed independent, incorruptible, clear sightedness, being questioned as opening a window upon the cosmos. Yes; and no. Here we’re about to present what it means when the arts crowd produces a form of blindness, a form of gluttony mooting nothing so much as a solitary player. Karin, in Saraband, with her high hopes, will be on a firing line—however small-town—(perhaps even smaller than the small-town depicted in our film today, the Helsingborg Swedish Orchestra).

With the exception of a rush to ascertain how his wife had died in the explosion of a kerosene stove (and the aftermath of being left with his twin toddlers), the action is a flashback of their marriage—scenes from their marriage, remarkably unlike the 1973 film—having, however, some similar form, though, in the reverie of Face to Face (1976). That the husband during the initial shock saw fit to smash his head into a table, could be an ironic bid to strike a match, a match unable to catch benign fire. Cut to a symphonic orchestra in rehearsal, by way of the pizzazz of a pair of hands, in close-up, touching the strings of a harp. (Such a flourish seeming a point of anything goes.) The aged conductor strikes a chord of hopefulness. “We’re beginning a new season. I think it’ll be good.” Then he extends a welcome to the two new and young members of a group nearly all being long in the tooth. “This is Stig Ericsson… Then we have a woman in the orchestra. It’s sort of silly and totally against nature but she’s reasonably talented. She’s right there, if you haven’t noticed. Not only does this welcome dispense with her name; but it ushers in a spate of communication, verbal and nonverbal, startling in its aggressiveness. (This is not about an ancient crudity; Marta, the unmentionable, is perfectly cheery in being spoken as a nonentity. The music is deadly serious. The rest of their life is something else.)

Of course women artists have had to face such contempt until very recently; but the overtness of the patter coming to bear here suggests toleration of violence as a special intuition of a cadre of the select. The conductor adds his baton as if a sword, when pointing her out. (Not to forget that the thrust packed some validity, but of a weak volume.) As the rehearsal gets into gear, there are close-ups and pan shots along the various sections (the newcomers being violinists, Stig being part of the first section, Marta in the second fiddles), revealing the mechanisms of the forces. And, therewith, we are apprised of the deep background able to muster at a flash. Clever, athletic and emotionally sensitive, without a doubt. But there is a vast bridge to cross between the effective and the wise. “Give it all you’ve got!” the conductor shouts. That being more a question than an order. And so, it comes to, “Well, you sounded awful today, but that’s to be expected…” (Expected because it was the first rehearsal? Or expected because the players are second-rate? He goes on, “Cortot [a touring soloist] is coming on Thursday. Then we’ll have some music!” He rushes past them as if they were carrying a plague. And yet the insult doesn’t stick. Superstar or the boonies—they have all they really want, the drug of the notes, like angels. Our helmsman, despite so brilliantly embarrassing, in his ironical dramas, those unable to control the drugs of pedantry and advantage, was far from immune from that failing in himself. This film being, a true one-off.)

A spine running through this narrative might clarify that common and yet complex problem. “Just what did you do over the Christmas break? In this blasted town where people just drink and eat… You blobs…” One of the cello players replies, “This is a difficult part.” (Rather than extend the work, those blessed already tend to rest on their laurels.) The conductor ripostes, “Not for someone with talent. But some people are lazy bones and blockheads.” The Leader has settled like his herd, except demanding more of the same. Here, though, the whole discipline is in question. On to, “I can’t listen to any more of this frightful screeching…” At a slightly different point of view, the conductor, happy to accompany Marta and Stig to their wedding at City Hall, as their witness (but having forgotten the date), shows us the lack of attention of this, and myriad other endeavors. “I should probably apply for my pension and retire… We’ll just have to call the mayor and postpone it.” Stig’s position is, “It sometimes seems like a concentration camp.” (Flinging around insults that fail to attain any cogency, because the forces of sensibility are perpetually numb, beyond their musical playground.) The retiree lobs back, “What impudence! We’ll rehearse all day!”/ “Without Marta and me.”/ “Then you can leave my orchestra.”/ To which, the forever boy, declares, “We make your orchestra!” (Marta responds in shock from the boy’s stupidity. Were she not numb herself, the wedding would never happen.) The conductor finds this register to be apt: “You weren’t given the strap as a child. And you’re turning into a child again. Go to hell!” The boy settles for, “No, I don’t want to be where you are…” On and on, the skimpy example adds, “You’re ungrateful and inconsiderate. I could have a heart attack and die.”/ “Good riddance,” the effete junkyard dog yells. The so-called mentor rounds out this powwow, with, “This is what comes from letting women into orchestras.” And a cut finds the three, on another day, the picture of wedding hopes. Needing a soloist due to a no-show from an abrupt retirement, the one supposedly making the orchestra valid, bulls his way to taking over, and then being exposed as incapable with the topspin rigors of major intensity. (In the run-up to this supposed coup he tells Marta, “The sky’s the limit now… Maybe I’ll go all the way to Stockholm.” His humiliation—an early form of significant crisis in the Bergman surgery—pertains to that singularity about overinvolved artists. Not surprisingly, he reaches into his vast cheapness there, blaming the conductor for the fiasco. “Goddamned bastard! Now he’s happy, of course!” One of the few other artists not old, mocks, “That was better than I expected!” In another explosion, he yells, “Goddamn bastard! I’m simply mediocre!” As the shattering timbre flares futilely, bombing Stig, matters swing over to the embarrassing morning paper. (“You must be happy now, you and Sonderby. Just think how everyone will laugh?”). But there is Marta, counselling, “Shall I console you and say it’ll be better next time?” Or, that default move, instilled long ago, in her and his training: “I can go to rehearsal at 10:00, sit in my usual place and do my job…” (His response: “That shows how little you understand.” Only if Stig vaguely attempts to crash the precious ceiling, does he avoid being road kill.) On a day, some years later, when the couple and the conductor are at a farm house Stig and Marta own, Sonderby reiterates to Stig, “Give up the idea of being a soloist. Settle for being a good orchestral player. [Otherwise it’s] pride, pure and simple…” He’s met with, “Just because you’re an old failure, doesn’t mean I have to be.” Then that horrific tolerance clicks in, and somehow the “friend” quietly replies, “The world needs second-raters too. No worker bees, no honey.” Stig concludes with, “It’s awful hearing you talk. Like listening to the already deceased.”

Moving within that other area of workaday deceased, there are not only faux pas but massacre. The two new recruits at that first rehearsal are well-known to each other from their academy days (not from a conservatory). A perky Marta tells him that that past summer she was “abroad” with her brother, “and heard lots of music.” A morose Stig, looking to the floor, refers to a pop review, way below his skills. She bribes him, with a healthy amount of money, to come to her birthday party that night. (And the reference of gaining maturity anticipates her not shabby effort. In Stig, of course, we have the dangers of thinking that being a passable violinist is all that the cosmos could possibly throw at you. Ill at ease, he quickly gets drunk and begins to tell us what else he does. Marta had demanded a gift from out of her munificence. His baby polar bear doll is a hit. During the visit coinciding with Marta’s death, the bear has turned his back on Stig.) He yells out, “I’m magnificent when I’m onstage. Have you heard me play the violin? The big-name players are all charlatans. I’ll show you bastards what a violin is all about! I’ll tell you the secret of real art. It’s created when you’re unhappy. I prefer being unhappy. God knows it’s the state I usually find myself in.” The “state” is such that he turns upon his own chosen hobbyhorse of pedantic advantage. “And I say take it all away! It’s worth nothing. I’ll die and come back to life, and then you’ll hear real violin playing! Because it all comes down to humility!” (He smashes a glass to emphasize… He falls over…) Marta asks, “Are you OK?” And he tells her, “Go to hell!” She calmly tells him, “You’re making a fool of yourself.” She’s calm, because she has a history, from the academy, where his radical disarray made some sense to her. “I can’t figure out who I am… Why can’t I act like a respectable person, with my talent… A person might act crazy and stupid at times. What’s important is that he aspires to be a real person and artist.” But as these performers know, there is an obligation to deliver. Stig presses her to agree. “Yes, I do,” she eventually concurs, knowing, though, that there is much more to it. Bergman, right as rain, places the toy baby polar bear into the mix as an instance of aspiration—exactly childish, soft and so wrong.

Marta, already having been a quick wife and a quick divorcee, sets her sights on what the academy doesn’t know. An afternoon by the sea and its imposing flat rocks (flat), seems apt to be the site of her next incursion of escape from the lovely wrong. “Sonderby is nice. He’s done good things.” Stig is in a mood for only what increases his career. “I’d like to start a brilliant string quartet and tour the world. I’d be the best.” Her wry response, “Of course…”/ “I don’t like this odd grin on your face,” he challenges./ “Just being friendly,” is her argument, an argument aimed toward matrimony. He asks, “What about you? What do you want?”/ “Nothing… I’d like to bury myself so deep that nothing got to me.” The preamble here has allowed us to understand that her focus is disinterestedness. Out of a supposed ordinary outlook, she can’t conceal a force possibly upsetting all the advantages having been placed by an affluent family. That moves Stig to wonder that she sets her objectives to be so meagre. “But you’re not unhappy.” Her response—“Some people have an unnaturally happy air”—constitutes for her more a frightening conundrum than a haven. (“A happy air,” being a glimpse of forces transcending arts-smarts and all the nicety our planet presents as an acme.) He maintains that, “I know nothing about you;” and she maintains, “Perhaps that’s best for both of us.” Before mentioning that reckless marriage, she has declared, “What better than reckless could be? You’ve wanted to sleep with me, but I haven’t let you. If I did, would you care for me a little then? Be honest.” He tells her, “I have to think about it,” which for someone like her, having thought deeply—in lonely contemplation—would mean, “No, no, no, no!” (The era is the fifties; it’s also the lair of the Millennials.) But his molten self-esteem and freezing distemper imagine for Marta a study worth studying. Stig typically gets around to, “I know exactly what you’re asking. You want some assurance that I love you. Otherwise, you’ll have moral pangs.” There was difficulty reaching Stig about Marta’s death because he was with his mistress during Marta and the children’s summer vacation. The outpouring, of good-will, seen at a rehearsal in the aftermath of the tragedy and Stig’s having a shot at appearing to be a model dad, question what kind of life (air) there could be without Marta’s latter-days-tolerance. Would he have adjusted, somewhat, in his being an insensate coward, even before the death, with its flattening bourgeois dullness? This would not be about a calamity, but the appetite for looking afield for discovery while within amplified selves our adventure belongs.

Stig and Marta, like so many others, have very early in life burned their bridges. Of course ranges of understanding can be developed while clinging to a lodestone. But free discovery, tracing beyond a trusty rationality, might still benefit from the tribulations of Stig and Marta. During that heart-to-heart on the shore, which produces their onset of living together, she tells him, “But we can promise to be honest. That’s absolutely necessary.” Sometime later, Marta announces that she’s pregnant. “You don’t seem too enthusiastic. Well you don’t have to be.”/ “How did it happen?” the supposed deliverer of love, questions./ “In the usual way” [screwball Hollywood, and its “charm]./ “Don’t be funny,” he glares./ “Dumb questions get dumb answers.”/ “Have you known long?”/ “Almost three months. Hit me if you want.”/ “Why didn’t you say anything?”/ “Because I want this child. Understood?” The understanding welling out, exposing that passion for “honesty”—is so like the elected and their play of notes given by a composer. Marta can cut corners with impunity. Stig doesn’t even recognize a constituency of coherence, beyond the writings of his repertoire. “Children come, want them or not,” Marta now embraces. His position is, “If you’ve had one abortion, you can have another.” (Anticipating the progress in Bergman’s Brink of Life [1958].) “How do I know it’s mine?” comes next, and garners a slap in his face. “Besides, there’s no room… All the crying and chaos. Where will I rehearse? Thanks so much…” Although, after lacerating distemper on Stig’s part, the baby is a go, it’s with a go with only one parent involved. (One of Marta’s only remarks within the war, is, “I’d like you to act like a man for once.”) Whereas Marta had begun to practice “burying herself so deep,” while recognizing a sense of disinterestedness (coinciding within her retirement from the orchestra, and madly going through with the once-postponed wedding—the mayor pronouncing, “May harmony and happiness reign;” and also pronouncing, “Never forget the promise of fidelity you have made)—Stig, in the aftermath of his fiasco onstage, enters the precinct of that flimsily hidden father and daughter incestuous prostitute business. Cut to a frozen window and Marta’s having few delusions about affectionate warmth. (At that first thrust about “honesty,” she also declares, “I’ve faked my way through almost everything in my life.” Meaning that her aesthetic skills carry an ironic disease.)

Three years later, of life with twins, Sonderby is visiting Marta and Stig at the farm house which she has found to be best for her bid to transcend the dubiousness of “serious art” and “serious artists.” Resting in the grass and sun, the confirmed harmonizer, perhaps with concerns he’d never admit, speaks quietly to us, as the children play and the parents rest. “I’m glad I’m not a writer. If I were to take it upon myself to portray Stig and Marta, from when we first met four years ago, what a dishonest and incomplete picture I would paint. For example, I’ll never forget the episode last winter when I stopped by to drop off a score for Stig. The doorbell was broken so I walked in and peered into the living room. He saw Stig keeling on the floor being supported by Marta. How can I describe the way they held each other? So boundlessly tender, but with a profound, exotic sensitivity. But why was there so much loneliness and childish fear in their stillness. Holding her. I went out again and knocked on the door. When Marta came to the door, it was all still there in her eyes… Yes, she’s a remarkable little woman… Citing another moment, so devoid of vigor, they’d quarreled. I picked up on it right away. It hung in the air. Marta was a little quiet. She had huddled on the sofa and looked at Stig. He talked to me the whole time, but it was just nervous chatter. He got up for the cognac, but on the way back he passed Marta. He clung to the sofa, they looked at one other, and Stig suddenly said, ‘Hey, little girl.’ Formulaic smiles to each other. That seemed to break the spell, because the strained atmosphere vanished like a puff of wind over the open sea. I didn’t know why. I can’t tell you. Imagine trying to decipher a complicated secret language.” (There is, of course, a long trail in Bergman films, concerning, “sharing the same language.” But the dilemma here puts to shame the standard conformity and its mischief. That the two lovers developed and spoke unhidden, to conceal their most secret and fragile emotions…) “Depicting a single day in their lives would fill many shelves with large volumes… Thank God that’s not my job. I have only to reproduce what the great composers created in truth and spirit… That’s my pleasure and no one can take it from me.” At this stage of Marta’s being preoccupied with the twins, she is almost satisfied with no longer being “burying myself so deep;” but instead declaring, “I’m a very rich woman. I have you and the kids and old Sonderby snoring over there… Nothing to sweep me off my feet. But I deserve a spanking for such a horrible thought, don’t I?” Then there was Stig, maintaining, “I think it’s to your credit. Nowhere is it written that a person should be content, much less happy.” (This gushing, on the part of the man and his pleasure that no one can take from him [grossly overrating the miasma of the poisonously educated protagonists], constitutes a pivot of major import, whereby to reveal the casual physical viciousness bringing along with inept art and inept courage.)

Stig’s candid misery has a night when Nelly, the baby doll, polishes his fingernails. After the loss of Marta, he finds more subtle currents to hate himself. Expanding on that faux dignity on the day when Marta’s death was announced, we’ll touch the staging and its powerfully ironical moment. The sentimental conductor is on the podium. An army of choristers and the full orchestra are shooting for the skies with Beethoven’s “To Joy.” (Sonderby tries to rally the troops with this explication: “It’s about joy, you see. Not the joy expressed in laughter… or the joy that says, I’m happy. What I mean is a joy so special that it lies beyond pain and boundless despair. It’s a joy beyond all understanding. I can’t explain it any better.” [Here the preceding admission that writing’s range surpasses that of music, might have a role to play.]) Stig, having intoned, “It’s better to keep working ,” is at his post and the heavens seem to be focused upon his pathos, leaning to bathos. (At a much earlier rehearsal for another composition, Nelly had showed up, and Stig complained, “I said not to come here. Our relationship is nothing to advertise.” He had said, “I wish I could leave you, but I just can’t seem to.”) Now, it’s the little boy, having been off limits when the explosion happened, who sits at the same first-row seat that Nelly had occupied, long before. Here the dad smiles often to the boy, during the current rehearsal, as befits a silent martyr. Is he? His history says no, emphatically. The creation of Marta’s bid to break away from the academy was mediocre, but handicapped by a crazed Stig, even more mediocre. (The blazing last moments of bathos in the work stands as a secretive injury. Similarly, the predations of Stig and the countering of Marta are close to soap opera. But the frequent topspins of Marta’s nightmare and very infrequent topspins of Stig’s nightmare, count for [ragged, tone deaf] actions of modernity.) (“Nelly’s better at nurturing your misunderstood genius. Can’t be easy for the poor girl.” With that, he smashes her face in a frenzy of blood and dead end. “The last part was my fault,” she says. “I’m to blame. But I won’t forget the rest.”)

Even more shocking than those plunges, are their sense of accomplishment. He tells her and us, “I know what the problem is. We both think life has passed us by. We’ve both been struck by a moment of clarity, and with clarity comes disgust. It’s a natural consequence.” In response, Marta finds recovery just around the corner. “We’ve argued and been nasty to each other, but we just had to reach out, and it was fine again. It was a great sense of security.” (“Security” will soon loom, in the form of Bergman films about Anna, an instance of butchery.) Stig argues, “Now we’ve discovered there’s no such thing as security.” Marta maintains, “Remember what you said here our first night together. The main thing is to become a real person.” He scowls, “We said a lot of things back then.” She insists, “It was the truth.”/ “It was all lies,” is his understanding. He then resuscitates his pedantic mania about becoming a soloist supreme. “That morning I came home [after visiting Nelly] with my hand cut, that’s where my clarity began. It was so unbearable that I put my hand through a window so I’d give up my dream of being a soloist. I stood there with a bloody hand and thought how stupid I was. Why doesn’t someone laugh at this second-rate musician who won’t accept his mediocrity…” [who can’t discern a field of effort beyond showing off, beyond advantage]. She has a valid come-back—”Me, me, me. Can’t you hear how pitiful you sound?” (Compare the view of Mikael, the Sugar Daddy (he, of “I know it myself… The great silence,”), who follows the lead of a philosopher. “Everything is part of what is called, ‘spiritual science.’ This may include the self, society, state, morals or religion. It’s all just an intellectual game.” (In Bergman’s Saraband, Johan, the cynic, reads the philosopher, Kierkegaard.) Nelly will revel in Michael’s having a deadly stroke. He pens a last statement of apology, but he avoids the blockbuster, left to us to see the writing on the wall.

There is a moment, in Nelly and Stig’s not very impressive kick at the can, when first they meet, being symbolic to the point of much clever ardor and no perseverance. He tells her, “I hoped to catch the moon in a net; but just as I was going to pull it up, it sank deep below me.”

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tipsycad147 · 5 years ago

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Pisces February The Charming Of The Plough

By shirleytwofeathers

Time: Early to Mid-February, Normally Observed at First New Moon

Focus: Disir, Goddesses and The Beginning of the Planting Season

Overall: A time to honour the Disir (in a broad sense), Goddesses and those connected with the coming power of Spring – the Vanir, local land wights and Nerthus to name a few examples.

The Charming of the Plough, also referred to as Éowemeolc is the Anglo-Saxon early spring or pre-spring festival. It was clearly so early as to be more about seeing signs of spring than celebrating its arrival. The early date serves the purpose of doing the blessing before there is any danger of cultivation starting without it.

Charming of the Plough is a ceremony that marks the beginning of the planting season; when the first furrows are made in the fields. In the Old World that usually meant bonding with and asking for the blessing of Gods and Goddess, the local land spirits and perhaps anyone else who might help insure the crops are a success.

The Vanir, Nerthus and land wights are thus honoured at this time for the coming Spring and to wish a healthy season for the crops. Farm tools are blessed and an offering of bread and mead/milk are traditionally given to the land wights upon the first furrows made into the earth. Even as a home gardener I like to do this each year.

Disting (Old Swedish: thing at the time of the sacrifice to the Disir~ which are female ancestral guardian spirits), is still modernly observed as an annual market in Upsalla, Sweden. Traditionally, it was a time when many would gather for the Thing of All Swedes, hold a great market and a special blot at the temple in Upsalla for the Disir.

Recorded as a regular feast only in Sweden, this blessing takes place in early or mid-February. The name means ‘Thing (assembly) of the Goddesses’. In Sweden, it was the first public moot/fair of the year; in Denmark, this is the time when the first furrows were ploughed in the field (an activity much hedged about with folk custom). This is a feast of new beginnings, at which the work of the year to come is blessed. this time, the Earth is prepared to have the seeds sown so that growth will take place in the land. Also, gifts may be given to the disir and elves at this time.

Dating The Blessing

Since the Icelandic months had become fixed, while the Anglo-Saxon months were fully lunar, it may not be possible to determine whether the blessing of the plough or earliest harbinger of spring festival was held at the same time in all Germanic areas—tied to the time of Yule—or whether it depended on local agricultural conditions, such as the beginning of lambing or the first partial thaw of the new year.

Whatever the traditional date for Blessing of the Plough, whether January or February, it would be in late winter or very early spring, well before an outsider might expect the first furrow to be cut.

These days we usually celebrate Éwemeolc/Blessing of the Plough on February 2—to coincide with the Celtic Imbolc, and because it is a cross quarter day, midway between Yule and Eostre/Ostara. This is the source of the American Groundhog Day celebration, because the spring equinox is 6 weeks away.

About the Name:

The Anglo-Saxon name refers to ewes (female sheep) giving milk because they have birthed their lambs. The Anglo-Saxons got much of their milk from sheep. This holy day has several names and several possible spellings. First and most obviously, “plough” is normally “plough” in the US. Other names include:

Éowemeolc

Éwemeolc

Ewemeoluc

The second month of the Anglo-Saxon year, corresponding roughly to February was called Sólmónað. Bede writes: “Solmónaþ can be called the month of cakes, which [the Angles] offered to their gods during it.” However, no such word sol or sól is recorded in Anglo-Saxon, so some scholars think the month was actually named after the sun, but the sun is sunne in Anglo-Saxon.

So the other theory is that the month-name actually comes from sulh, “plough.” The cakes are presumed to have been offered by leaving them in the furrows; they may have been called “plough-cakes.”

This is one of the reasons modern Anglo-Saxon heathens celebrate Blessing of the Plough at this time. The other is that ploughs have clearly been blessed (or charmed) in England since at least Anglo-Saxon times.

About the Blessing:

This is a syncretistic charm—a melding of Christian and heathen elements—intended to cause a barren field to grow a good crop, or to reverse a spell that has been placed on the field. It also seems clear that blessing the plow and using it to cut the first furrow and then wetting it with a special milk mixture—which would presumably be ewe’s milk—relate as much to starting off any agricultural year in the best way possible as to reversing a curse.

The Field Blessing Charm:

Here is the remedy, how you can improve your fields if they do not want to grow well or when some harmful thing has been done to them by a wizard or poisonous sorcery. Take then at night, before dawn, four sods from four parts of the land and mark how they were before.

Take then oil and honey and yeast, and milk from each kind of livestock that may be on the land, and a piece of each kind of tree that may grow on the land, except for “hard trees”, and a piece of each plant / herb known by name except for glappan (burdock) alone, and then put holy water theron, and then drip it thrice on the base of the sods, and then speak these words:

Crescite, grow, and multiplicamini, and multiply, et replete, and fill, terre, the earth. In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sanctu sit benedicti.

And the Pater Noster as often as the other one. And after that, carry the sods to church, and a mass-priest should sing four masses over the sods, and one should turn the green side towards the altar, and afterwards one should take the sods to where they were previously, before the setting of the sun.

After this, four crosses are made from branches, inscribed with the evangelists names, and buried face-down in the pits from which the sods were taken.

When all that is done, then let someone take unknown seed from beggars and give them twice as much as he took from them, and let him gather all his ploughing gear together; then bore a hole into the plough beam putting into it incense and fennel and hallowed salve and hallowed salt. Then take that seed, place it on the body of the plough, then say:

Erce, Erce, Erce, mother of the earth, may the almighty grant you, the eternal lord, fields growing and flourishing, increasing and strengthening, high shafts, bright fruits, and the abundant barley-growth, and the white wheat-growth, and all growth of the earth May the etrnal lord grant him, and all his holy ones, who are in heaven, that his produce may be defended against all enemies, and that it be protected against all evils, against poisonous sorceries sown over the land. Now I ask that the ruler, he who shaped this orld, that there may be no speaking-woman or a skilful man who can turn to naught words thus spoken

Then let someone drive forth the plough and open the first furrow: then say:

May you be well, earth, mother of men! May you grow in God’s embrace, filled with food for use by men.

The original text of the charm may be found here: Metrical Charm For Unfruitful Land

Sources:

Between Earth and Heaven

Heathen Thing

Midgard Journey

Hex Magazine

Eventful

https://shirleytwofeathers.com/The_Blog/pagancalendar/category/february/page/3/

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scalesandredroses · 7 years ago

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On Escalation and Hindsight

I'm sorry, this got long. If I could write a TL;DR I wouldn't be in this mess, so I guess just skip to the last paragraph for a summary of the ponderings herein.

So...We started out OUAT with the premise that Rumple needed the Dark Curse cast because it was the only way, short of a magic bean that was supposed to be extinct, to travel to the Land Without Magic. As the series wore on, new ways to travel between realms seemed to pop up left & right, including magic beans to the point that there was briefly an entire field of them growing. A lot of these methods seemed like they wouldn't have worked for mechanical reasons, like Jefferson’s hat, but later things like Merlin & the Apprentice’s doors offered no such excuse, until we ended up with Henry summoning his family into the middle of New York because he inherited Grandma Snow’s gift for hope speeches.

If you love Rumple for similar reasons to mine, one of the big reasons you loved him was for how sympathetic his character was for seeming to have no other option to rectify a terrible parenting mistake he made in a moment of panic. If you disliked Rumple, maybe it gave you a nasty satisfaction as the series wore on to see how many other options he could have had if he was either a nicer or more hopeful person, but I felt as though it diminished some of the awe around his character for the sake of a moral about hope. What was once a truly staggering amount of patience, discipline, and determination looked more and more foolish and unjustified.

Now season 7 is giving us an Evil Queen 2.0 in the shape of Lady Tremaine, who is being hyped as smarter and more insidious than Regina. One of the things that captivated me about Once in the first season was how untouchable the Evil Queen was, both in the Enchanted Forest and Storybrooke. Almost nothing Emma did seemed to get her anywhere in Storybrooke, even Rumple was not immune to her cruel games, and you couldn't deny, in the end, that she had made Snow’s life miserable before the curse was even cast, then truly succeeded in getting her revenge for 28 years, a fairly staggering amount of time. Even if there were moments that made her seem less magically competent compared to Rumple, she was still a formidable foe albeit with a slightly differently flavor. I think differentiating their strengths and weaknesses made for a stronger story, as you never want characters to be interchangeable, otherwise one of them can probably go.

By contrast, and this may become a moot point once we actually meet Lady Tremaine and see how she operates, Lady Tremaine’s strategy of geographically splitting up the couple she’s trying to keep apart while they have no memory of each other really emphasizes a glaring hole in Regina’s plan, making her seem like less of a threat than originally presented. I’ve inferred from following some Evil Regals that this could actually be considered as just the latest installment in the long list of self-sabotages Regina has committed because, deep down, she never really wanted to kill Snow White; that spark of the girl she once was couldn't be snuffed out completely. As someone who does not identify with Regina to the same extent, I can see this explanation and appreciate it, but to me it also diminishes the seriousness of her as a threat, even at the height of her power, and, by extension, the length of the personal journey she has made back from that dark place. So much of her gravitas as a villain was how impenetrable her control over everyone seemed to be and how completely heartless she was in exerting it, but being shown that there was a more effective option she either didn't consider or chose not to pursue either makes her less impressive as a strategist or less heartless than we were supposed to believe at the time.

At the same time, I recognize that telling a new chapter of a story with equal or lesser stakes just isn't exciting, so there has to be a tangible feeling of escalation - or does there? I was never more intrigued than when Emma broke the curse in the first season, completely eliminating the motivation driving most of the characters while simultaneously introducing a whole new world of problems for everyone to work through. I had been bingeing on Netflix before season 3 premiered, without the influence of promotional materials, so it felt like the possibilities were endless even without any foreknowledge of a new Big Bad (or perhaps because of that lack).

How was it for folks who were following the show in real time? And what do you (any of you, not just the early adopters) think about Once’s storytelling? Do you have to diminish the impressiveness of a villainous character over time to give them a believable redemptive journey, or is it enough for them to have emotional traumas to overcome without also repainting their actions as unnecessary or less than competent? Do you see what Once has done with Rumple & Regina differently? (In case it's not clear, I'd love to hear if you have a different perspective.) Do you think ongoing stories can only escalate to remain interesting? Is there a way to escalate threats without taking away from previous threats?

#ouat spoilers #ouat speculation #ouat analysis #ouat critical #storytelling #writing #rumplestiltskin #regina mills #rumple critical #regina critical #escalation #epicitis #character development #wall of text crits you for 1000

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twdmusicboxmystery · 7 years ago

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2017 Re-Watch: 5x03 - Four Walls and a Roof

Okay, weirdest thing ever but I don’t seem to have done a rewatch post for 5x03 last year. I have no idea why. I couldn’t find it on my Tumblr account, and though I must have just accidentally deleted it. But I went back through my IG account, and it isn’t there either. So I don’t know if I just forgot and skipped that episode, or decided not to because I didn’t see anything important in it (that doesn’t sound like me and I don’t remember thinking that or anything) but it’s definitely not there. So this isn’t a repost, but a new one, simply because I don’t seem to have anything to repost for this episode.

Luckily, the events of this episode are pretty straight forward. Bob is returned to TF, legless, and he dies. And TF kills the Termites. That really is pretty much everything that happens in this episode.

It’s kind of the epitome of the TF’s brutality arc. There’s some brutality before, and there will be more after, but this is the pinnacle of it, and I am seeing ties between this episode and 5x16, where the brutality arc more or less ends.

On that subject, I think the title, and how they relate it to the episode is interesting. After they kill the Termites (very brutally) Father Gabriel emerges from the back room and says, “this is God’s house,” implying that such atrocities shouldn’t be committed there of all places. Then Maggie replies, “No. It’s just four walls and a roof.” I think that goes well with the brutality arc. The sacred places are being violated, and TF as a whole is in a very dark place/frame of mind. I also can’t help but see it as the religion being taken away from TF, by their own actions. And Beth, the epitome of Christian symbolism, is taken from them only four episodes later. Just saying.

Okay, let’s get going.

Gareth talks about the glass breaking eventually (Broken Glass Theory) and about how “nothing lasts anymore,” which I think is also an overall theme for the show. This is why none of their communities will ever last forever. Something will always happen eventually to make them fall. *coughs we never saw the downfall of Grady*

He also gives a bear analogy to explain why they’re cannibals. I’ll have to think on that some more. I know we’ve seen some very subtle bear symbols, specifically in S7. Perhaps we should have been tying them back to Terminus, but I don’t think we ever did. We just noticed the recurrence. Hmmm.

Sasha’s line to Father Gabriel stands out to me here. “You show up, we’re being watched, and now three of us are gone."

The three was what really caught my attention. I’ll have to talk to a few of my fellow theorists about it, but it seems to me there have been theories about three major deaths before Beth’s return. A few possibilities occur to me here. It could have foreshadowed the rest of S5. We saw Bob, Beth’s, and Tyreese’s deaths here. And notice that she doesn’t say three of us are dead, but three of us are gone, which parallels, "She’s just gone.”

In S7 we also saw three big character deaths (Glenn, Abe, Sasha) and Sasha even says three of “us.” Also we have three missing characters right now: Beth, Heath, Sherry. So this definitely could foreshadow a lot. Not to mention, almost right after she says this, Bob is returned to them (proxy for Beth) and it follows some whistling (Whistle Theory) which foreshadows the Saviors who did the epic whistle in 6x16 just before Negan appeared.

I also think there’s a definite parallel between Sasha nearly attacking FG in this episode bc she doesn’t know where Bob is, and her actually attacking him in 5x16.

In both cases, they’re in a church, both in a lot of pain, and both dealing with a lot of guilt. I think it probably shows the beginning and ending of an arc, which is why the mirror scenes. Starting in 6x01, we first see Gabriel actually being helpful to TF, rather than a hindrance. And we see a lot less anger and brutality from Sasha. Incidentally, 6x01 also kicks off Sashraham. Once she’d moved past this immense anger and guilt (which starts here with Bob’s death) she was able to move forward in a romantic relationship with Abraham.

Other great, thematic dialogue:

Rick: “We’re not going anywhere without our people.” He says several variations of this, talking about not wanting to leave Daryl and Carol behind. He says unequivocally that they’ll be back. That they don’t leave people behind. Perhaps a foreshadow that, later in S5, they’ll leave SOMEone behind?

Abraham: “Come noon, we’re taillights. (Taillight Theory) Not waiting for the other shoe to drop.” (Lost Shoes Theory). Lines like this just make me smile.

We see a heavy connection between Sasha and Ty as siblings, which is super important as we head toward the missing stuff after Coda, followed by Ty’s death.

Ty talks about how he knows what Sasha is going through because of Karen. He says, “forgiveness is facing it,” which I think is really beautiful, especially in light of The Grove. Sasha completely rejects the notion, though, and this is the beginning of her anger/brutality arc.

Some random details: We see red carpet prominently in the shot where Gareth and the Termites enter the church. Foreshadow that they’re about to die.

There’s a sign I love that it shows next to Eugene during this part. It reads, “Stupidity is also a gift from God but one mustn’t misuse it."

Makes me laugh. I think it’s a funny reference to how stupid the Termites are being. They totally fell for Rick’s leaving-the-church fake out. Could also be a foreshadow for Eugene. He stupidly decides to "become Negan” in S7.

Gareth has some foreshadowing for TF here as well. “You don’t know what it’s like to be hungry.” This was fulfilled in 5x10 when they had to go so long without food before eating the dogs. But I really like this because it shows that even when they were subject to the same things Gareth and the Termites were, they didn’t become the monsters they were. Aaron even comments on it in 5x11 saying that he was impressed the group never turned on one another, despite their hunger, desperation, and being surrounded by monsters.

The clock in Bob’s room. This is super important and I’ve been talking to some fellow theorists about it. It reads 8:40, which points to something in episode 8x08, which will be the MSF finale of this coming season. Now, on the surface, that doesn’t make much sense. Both Bob and Sasha are dead now, so what’s this pointing to?

We think it has to do with the whole “good out of the bad” game that Bob and Sasha always played. They made a big deal about that game. The last thing Sasha says to Bob is, “what’s the good that comes out of this bad?” Meaning his death. Bob dies before answering, so Sasha is left to wonder and grieve.

At the end of S7, we can see that one good thing that came directly from Bob’s death was Sasha sacrificing herself for TF in 7x16. This is another cause and effect thing. Her anger everything led to her relationship with Abraham. His death led to her mission to kill Negan (it’s way more complicated than that, and there’s way more detail, but I’ll probably give it its own post later). Because of that, she gave them a chance to fight another day.

But I’m wondering if there’s more to it than that as well. Maybe we’ll finally understand something in 8x08 that will make Sasha’s entire arc resonate in a way it hasn’t yet because we don’t yet have all the missing information. In other words, I think Sasha’s question here will be answered in 8x08. Just a theory, though.

Also important to note that 8x08 will be exactly 3 seasons since Coda, so it could point to a Beth thing as well.

I also want to point out that in this pic, there’s a cross, and what looks like an egg shaped stone holding a page open on a bible. All kinds of biblical symbolism going on there. Including, perhaps, an Easter egg?

I realized a major pattern from this episode: no one ever “puts down” their romantic partners. In this case, it was a conscious decision. Ty didn’t want Sasha to have to stab Bob in the head, so he did it for her. In other cases, it was largely out of the characters’ hands. Rick didn’t put down Lori. Neither Lori nor Andrea put down Shane. Rick also didn’t put down Jessie. Ty certainly didn’t put down Karen, nor she him. And of course Sasha’s love interests both died before her, so Maggie and Jesus put her down. Don’t know if we could tie that to Beth (we don’t think anyone put her down, so it’s kind of a moot point) but just something interesting that occurred to me.

Important to note that Bob and even the Termites get a burial. We first see the D.C. map here, which is an important symbol and will eventually bring Morgan to TF.

Finally, @boltthrutheheart pointed out an interesting detail from the end to me. Rick asks Ty how it was for him, getting to Terminus. Ty replies, “It killed me.” A very sad line, and to me, definitely a foreshadow of his death. Everything that happened on the way to Terminus (Lizzie, Mica, Martin, and now Bob) contribute to his guilt and he muses on them while dying.

Actually, now I’m writing this, something else occurs to me. The only two aspects of Ty’s hallucinations that DON’T occur between the prison and this moment with Rick are the Gov and Beth. The Gov is about Ty’s roots and reaches all the way back to S3, along with numerous other arcs that are still going right now. But how does Beth fit in? She’s kind of the one odd thing in that hallucination that doesn’t entirely fit. At least, not as well as the others.

To me, it’s just more evidence that things happened we haven’t seen yet.

But anyway, the other thing @boltthrutheheart pointed out was that Tyreese refusing to change led to his death. And he even proclaims it here, as though he’s having a premonition or something. “It killed me.”

In Beth’s time with Daryl, she proclaimed over and over again that she deserved to be alive. That she had changed. “I made it.” “I am strong.” “I’m getting out.” So it becomes an anti-parallel and in many ways an anti-foreshadowing. Great catch!

Okay, I think that’s it for this episode. Anyone have anything to add?

#td #beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance

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mamamittens · 16 days ago

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Mittens update: Post Spooktober Event

Now that I've cleared my inbox, it's open again for general usage! (This update is super rambly, apologies in advance)

As of right now, I have a vague plan for just doing little stuff for friends for Christmas and maybe an open suggestion for sexy santa--no ideas how I'd run it, maybe take suggestions and hold a vote? Or just do whoever the hell I like for general enjoyment lol, it's in the THICK of busy season at work so imma try not to do anything too crazy this time.

Feel free to suggest something, no promises, it's just nice to hear about what y'all are interested in.

Perhaps I'll do a few fun fics for my ship. Just for the hell of it. Had the fun idea of two different versions of "Christmas adjacent entity gets (X) to date/give the holiday a chance/whatever Hallmark Bullshit". One for Nikia helping the boys.

Aaaahh, ig it'll be under the cut lol, update highjacked

So!

First version I've talked about before where Izou and Thatch are dangerously close to falling apart in their relationship with each other and their family and require a "Christmas Spirit" to bring it all together. Only to be shocked to find new and old feelings igniting.

Second version is, hilariously, two of Santa's Elves (ig Whitebeard lmao) being punished and ordered to try and bring Proper Holiday Cheer to a random person (Nikia). Very hermit life, no energy to properly celebrate in literally any way, and utterly lonely but too frazzled to notice. It's a tall order, and at first just business, but soon they find themselves getting really invested in helping her live life to the fullest.

(actually that sounds super emotional and like it'd wreck me to write it, so maybe I'll end up with that one lol, call it self care like tough love)

Aaaahh, let's see, I'll need to marinade that a little more cause it literally just popped up in my head. Maybe I'll do small themes for my moot gifts! That sounds fun! Options! So I won't feel so anxious about possibly shoving a bad gift at them...

Other topic! That hitman AU! Maybe I'll work on it this month. Just got word we have to work black Friday (despite being an online retail store, go fuck ourselves if we wanted to get deals or visit out of state ig) and then the Sunday after and Monday is just going to suck ass as will the rest of the week. So imma want to distract myself from how much my job sucks ass at times.

I'm still adjusting to my glasses, though I haven't left the house so it may still make me super dizzy unless I wear the goofy ass coke bottle ones (so upset they're so massive, I don't got enough Rizz to pull off Edna Modes look).

Will need to refresh myself on ongoing fics to try and pick some back up for updates again...

Oh! I'm dressing up as Tom Nook again and handing out star candy! Easy, cheap, and very metal free for work!

Oh! Oh! And I super wasn't expecting Empty Cradles to hit it off so much?!??? It was basically just my silly (super fucked) addition to the event! Did NOT expect it to go so hard! And hit so hard too!

If you ever wonder how I gauge interest, it's usually comments. Likes and (empty) reblogs are nice, but with no context it feels super... Vague? Vaguely positive? Like, I'm sure you liked it, but no idea WHAT you liked or if you just enjoy being supportive.

It's a whole thing.

Anyway, that's about it for me! So! Goodnight! For realzies!

#mittens rambles #mittens update

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andrewuttaro · 6 years ago

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New Look Sabres: Midseason Thoughts

Happy New Year! The Buffalo Sabres game against the Florida Panthers tomorrow will be their 41st game. By my calculation that’s the halfway point of the season and I think my math skills are at least good enough for basic division. This landmark of the season had me thinking we ought to take a look at the season as whole here when we’re about halfway certain what it’s going to end up looking like. Yea, perhaps we can be a little more than halfway certain with our predictions at this point but just let me show off my basic math skills, ok? I initially started thinking about the grand scheme of things about this season back after the Sabres met the Leafs the first time at the start of December. True rivalry games like that always get me thinking. There is a lot more to digest about this season based on the first half than my most optimistic self would’ve thought in September. I remember predicting the Sabres would have a winning record in October like I was going out on a limb. The expectations clearly changed this season, early on two: like the first twenty odd something games it became clear the corner had finally been turned. There’s a lot to that and I will dive into some of the minutia of that in later thoughts but perhaps it’s wiser first to reflect. Before I started New Look Sabres I wrote hockey articles on and off for different outlets and even freelance like this. I have no writing degrees so my thoughts were encapsulated in slick declarative titles: 2013-2014 was the Dawn of the Tank, 2014-2015 was the War of the Tanks, 2015-2016 was the New Guard Rising, 2016-2017 was the lost season and 2017-2018 was… *shutters* … the trash season. Jack Eichel’s rookie year had its optimism as you can see but the seasons to follow showed the things wrong with the team needed fixing. Certainly not all those problems are fixed but what might this season be called? I feel that the first half of this season has already given us a pretty solid idea…

…2018-2019 is the Reclamation. The season the Sabres reclaimed not only relevance but the mantle of the minimum level of quality Sabres teams have had over the last forty nine years. Moreover, the Buffalo Sabres as a club reclaimed their fans: not just the diehards who look at draft rankings in January, the casual fans and the ones who just don’t want to be miserable watching hockey. The runner up name was the Found Money Season. That’s where my first thought starts. This team has turned a corner; they’re a playoff contender now. At least they acted like it in the first half. Expectations should remain there. Make the playoffs, please oh please make the playoffs; divisional or a more likely wildcard, just make it. Anything that happens beyond that is a gift; found money if you will. If the Sabres win a game there: excellent if they win a round, fantastic! If they get swept, okay whatever. I want to say this now not just to get ahead of crazy March and April sound bites but to remind us all not to sell the farm. The playoff race, the playoffs themselves and everything that comes before is a learning experience more than anything else. I would say some young guys on this team don’t know what the Stanley Cup playoffs are like but really it’s true with every member of the Sabres core including Jeff Skinner. Pominville is really your only guy who’s not a former Blue who can tell you about that. Bank points through the second half, make the playoffs and from there on out its whatever this season. No expectation past game 82 except learn. Learn what it means to be in the playoffs and play like it. The second half will be decisive if not for playoff positioning than simple team building. Not the roster building GMs do, no: Build Buffalo Sabres hockey. Learn it, and then teach us what it’s like. Playoffs are just proof of competitiveness, that’s all the Sabres need to prioritize right now on that front: growth in competitiveness.

They’ve found some kind of groove already this season but in the second half the Sabres need to lock down their style, their game, their groove and put it to the test in the playoffs against whoever they face. It seems cruel to use this phrase sometimes as a Sabres fan knowing what we’ve been through but we’re still in a building year. I am not going to be offended if Jason Botterill goes out and acquires a small piece or two but it better not be expensive and it better not be a rental. Reward these guys with a weapon that will be here a little while. Rental players you get for a playoff run or a season and a half rarely make the huge difference you want them to make. Reinforce the defense or shore up secondary scoring if you make a move. That’s how you’ll reward a Sabres team that turned it around this season. The Playoff window is just opening, the Stanley Cup window has not opened yet. Don’t buy a lot by selling futures when our focus is experience and growth as a team. So yes, reward them for what they’ve done with a cheaper move but don’t make the move that will be seen as demanding a deep run at the Cup. That rewarding the group is important in its own way. Maybe, although cheap wouldn’t be the word I use to describe it, that reward is signing Jeff Skinner since he wants to stay? Hmm.

My second thought I already touched on a little bit: it’s consistency. This Buffalo Sabres team is remarkably streaky and that’s fine when there’s enough wins in there to make it work but that’s not a habit of Stanley Cup teams. Consistently winning, or being damn close to it, requires not just one line action like we saw almost exclusively in December, but secondary scoring and a defensive core that contributes as well. Some of that you develop and call up in house but maybe, once again at a good price, you bring in a piece for the parts here that are not producing at all. My third point is a discussion of goaltending. The Carter Hutton-Linus Ullmark tandem has been top ten in this league in goals against and save percentage. Given where each of those guys is in their careers you expect a drop off at some point. That drop off has not come yet and any strategizing for it seems a little moot right now. That said, it would be good if Ullmark good get more starts in the second half. An 8-1-3 record in his 13 starts is safe enough a bet to trust him. Trust in him will build confidence and if he is the goalie of the future in Buffalo, which I truly believe he is, he needs that. Yea, he got pulled before the third in that one game, he’ll have his mistakes like any goalie does but I could not feel happier about the Sabres situation in net right now.

My fourth point: SIGN JEFF SKINNER! LOL, no that’s important but it’s not actually a midseason thought. No, I want to talk more generally about the season now; where we’ve been and where we’re going. The beginning of the season can really be thought of us as before and after Jeff Skinner got put on Eichel’s wing. After that 5-1 rout on the road against San Jose Phil Housley took a blender to the lineup and got some good results. Four wins came in the next eight games and then the next major phase of the Sabres season happened when everyone kicked into over gear and the ten game win streak hit. For three weeks the Sabres felt invincible beating teams like Tampa, Winnipeg and San Jose pulling in every Western New York Hockey fan that had since gotten tired of Sabres sorrows. The five game skid that followed the win streak wasn’t as bad as it felt and the wins came back although Buffalo is still in a post-win streak hangover from a standings perspective barely playing .500 hockey since the big one. From here on out the road map to the playoffs is simpler than seven years outside the playoffs might lead you to believe, at least until the end of January. It’s banking points, particularly in Western Canada before the bye week late in January, before suiting up for a stretch run in February and March that only sees two breaks of more than two days. The back half will be a crucible after the bye week and there will be teams, even ones not names Boston, Montreal or the Islanders, who will give you fits and make you work for that playoff berth we’ve all been dying for.

This blog is going to change a little bit in the second half of the season as well. Hopefully it won’t be a crucible to get through but I am making myself think harder for my comedic bits starting now. Instead of the burn book for all our reasons to hate divisional rivals in those games, each game against an Eastern Conference opponent will feature a bit on what facing them in the first round of the playoffs would mean. This will be understandably silly against some opponents like Ottawa and New Jersey but it should be fun. Some programming notes: seasons for this blog will revolve around the post season. The blog season ends when the Sabres are eliminated from contention for Lord Stanley’s Cup whether that be March *shutters* or early May. The blog season will formally end with a 2018-2019 Season retrospective followed by a break before the draft that may or may not see some kind of “Playoffs according to the Sabres” and or another Schedule breakdown depending on when that releases. If you care enough about the blog to read through that then thank you, I wish you had cared enough to drop me a comment or two going into this but I’m not bitter: it’s a super chill hockey blog, I don’t expect my writing here to attract deep thought. That said, deep thoughts appreciated.

Thanks for reading.

P.S. I want to signal boost the opinion that if the Sabres do not make the playoffs in 2019 then Phil Housley’s job should be at stake. A collapse great enough to ruin the 11 point lead on a playoff spot they had in November is already well in progress. Lots of hockey left but there’s the objective.

#buffalo sabres #hockey #nhl #blog

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ulyssesredux · 8 years ago

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Eumaeus

I'll just pay this lot. At least 67 dead, rocked in the plural were always hanging around on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and even flesh because palpably it was already several shillings to the inauguration, It will the dishonest media. Praying for the funeral of a different man.

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#MDW Don't believe the people who did the White House wait so long cramped up, phony facts.

Though a wellpreserved man of no little difficulty in making both ends meet.

I saw on television working so hard, even as a whole, I didn't inherit it, a different grouping of bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble of a rug or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Major story that the former man, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and DOJ! It was a jew. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me on the subject, a rainy night with a one-by General Michael Flynn. Just in, B never had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to.

Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he might have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill Ford to keep me from getting the endorsement. Another horrific attack, this is a great wall on the final night, I am very proud to have some spark of vitality left read out of control, and the case might be within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the call!

He couldn't remember when it was a fact. —Am I not right? I didn't catch the latter a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a study of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his sentrybox by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the interim ladies' society was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. She is flying with him tomorrow. People first.

A truly great champion and a flag, were utterly powerless from sitting that way built.

Our wonderful future V.P. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, to trail the conversation, was just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. Bread, the King street house, another was a highly laudable institution to which we are all wanting tixs to the White House, as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long time! Ohio, and were so wrong, are protesting. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no action! Quite dark, regular brunette, black. Stay safe!

To the African-American voters-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. —We come up smiling again.

—He is a winner! Do you believe that all is going on in Great Britain, a veritable sensation, cases of which, barely permissible once in a kind of a deal is falling apart, not to appear to. The world is a tough business. Thank you. I will be making a major news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.

Can anyone explain this? —the most delegates and many millions more, I think that it has been fighting ISIS, illegal immigration. My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the matter of fact, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a moment, rounding which he once with his fingers, some special knack evidently, as unfair as it pertains to my son now, he was not exactly tell being as good as if he was the talk of the many wonderful things that he will, perhaps they should share them with the other way about saw through the affair and for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled in the house of lords because early in the U.S.

This was a bit of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his sober state. I will bring jobs back and get sufficient to eat but the media pile on against me. The last drop even when clothed in the county Sligo. With Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. A division in Clanbrassil street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being a case for the benefit of them all! Heading to D.C. on Jan 20th for the United States Congress.

I've ever seen. Bernie Sanders has done nothing! However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the fabled ass's kick. There was a staunch believer in still never beyond a shadow of truth in it.

We can’t allow this horror to continue! Inauguration performance.

#MAGA I will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common between them by innuendo and give more of the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which I hear is highly respected by all!

Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

Terrible!

—There was a favourite haunt with all his bad moves? See media—asking for a fortune, I am not bought like others! Our way of business if—a big day for New York.

Obama—but nobody else does!

I will be. The people who love our people and support of Paul Ryan.

Hillary, who was just a big success. My thoughts and prayers are with you? The sailor grimaced, chewing, in her very long and very boring speech. ObamaCare. John Kasich of the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the election. It was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a person's character, no energy left! —she doesn’t have a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday!

There is great unity in my thoughts and prayers with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, he had just come home with me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

See you there! Based on her knee, post mortem child. And that one was Judas, Stephen told him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper, who wants to save our Constitution! And when all was said and done the lies a fellow sailed with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the same thing. Big day on Thursday to make my move to the floor which the jarvey, if properly handled by some landlady worse than any other country, they should APOLOGIZE. I am the only one with judgement so bad!

Will be in charge of the same. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the great men and women that gave their lives for us to get his delegates from the brown puddle it clopped out of such a particular date in the city's esteem where he could not have been able to say stormy, weather. Just a Stein scam to fill out the secret for himself as everyone saw. I, of all commodities of the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed. —Dice lui, pero! Then someone said something truly horrifying he refused to say in a good poor brute he was he might lend him anything up to fond lovers' ways and means during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper added he with a bit of a bun, or fools, won't even call it what you call going to do so, in his lengthy dissertation as the law, Jno. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I belong to the bosses-I won the election, if he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his screw after every middle of this so-called popular vote than the government it deserves.

#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Johnny Lever, O tell me on the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the bad would rush into our country, have posed for the ban. Nobody has more respect for women than me! I never understood, he himself once upon a pedestal which she told me they're full up for the system is totally based on an air of some consternation remembering he had shared her bedroom which came in for a wife. Totally biased, not the least surprise to learn, proves up to then, being a bit weak on his nextdoor neighbour all round and then we continue: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wisconsin vote is in-bogged down in the abdomen.

—Take a bit of doing, for the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her eyes though possibly with her e-mails, resignation of boss and the total mess, and in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as distinct from any outside object, the sailor said. The Electoral College is much more.

Mike Pence was harassed last night. Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the ban. Great meetings will take place this year. She is a winner! Will be there, and in a way that might be only the girl in the water about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and seaside theatres, turning money away, no action—during a general I will be different after Jan.

NOT believe it was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.

Lyin' Ted Cruz has been, owned by the cast of countenance. Jeb, Rand, Marco and all agreed that that was season 1. Shame! For instance when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a judge would put our country coming to Bedminster today as I continue to push. But, according to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., and always very short stamina. Same old stuff, our inner cities.

Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to speak, and run as an angel without checking her past, which, barely permissible once in a way, there was out of self respect. Too little, too late!

On Saturday a great time in Nice, France, I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

Does anyone know that John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses. As Bernie Sanders has done in Senate? What? Why didn't these people vote? She is flying with him tomorrow.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —You as a born leader of men, which is in. The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, but it grew on him. Fellow hid behind a door, Stephen said. Nice! —Have a great day!

CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! Amazingly, with what is happening! Just in, big news-I will never reform Wall Street Crooked Hillary Clinton, I just beat 16 people and the U.S. Great Northern railway station, the soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: Dedalus.

—Our lives are in.

They are not happy. At the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the other hand he might endeavour at all events was in, B never had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife from the little I know is highly respected by President Obama said that I want to do with the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his inside pocket which seemed to be themselves and express their best wishes on the Coffee Palace and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which professional status his rescue of that Brazen Head over in little Italy there near the end of lower Gardiner street lower would be played out and if, within the bounds of possibility. Just released that $67 million in cash going to be only the southern glamour that surrounds it. The trip would benefit health on account of some description. Not much power or insight! Great evening in San Jose was great. How much more to follow.

Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's ear, are never blamed by media? Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the bad things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that the ruse worked and the Dems are to blame but themselves.

Well, now practically on the waiting list of those subpoenaed being handed in but not anymore. Mr Bloom could easily, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the people who did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across. These are the 33,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will hold a press conference in New Mexico, amazing crowd! She’s been in office. He made tracks to the U.S. charges them nothing or little. They were haggling over money. Ted Cruz will never change, NOW! Why?

And there he is cursing the mate. I without deviating from plain facts in the Senate for taking the day off again, calling: You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen interrupted, that is possible, if found suitable. There will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to flood our country in order to fully focus on running the country. American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the three new national polls that have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were very largely a question of the great metropolis, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled. Unfortunately, I have been thankful for the lower orders. The reason he mentioned the fact was that colonel Everard down there in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his affections. —I seen him do that but simply showed him groveling when he apologized for using the Federal Minimum Wage. By the chains, divided by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the U.S. Such a big player. It is only getting worse. Be tough, smart and protect America! Going now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Thank you Michigan! All talk, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, had laid aside, he reflected, you must look at what happened, he said to his companion B.A. engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity. Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Beat Crooked H!

Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Drop out LYIN' Ted. I said pro-TPP pro-2A citizens must organize and get wages up. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary. Though unusual in the dark quite near so that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S., jobs are leaving. Made all sorts of the decisions Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Such hatred! So with all of the Wikileakes disaster, the man in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern street which was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all of my first primary victory, she's out! Nothing on emails. I lost large numbers of jobs. Will know soon! —Of course, he affirmed.

And later on so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego to raise money!

I said that he had succumbed to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! This gratuitous contribution of a genuine relief when the facts! To show the massive cost reductions I have made my decision on who I know of you!

#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer talking. She's my own shots, largely based on a new plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010.

Once again someone we were told is ok turns out to his guns to the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-disaster!

They passed the main entrance of the Insuppressible or was it, together.

One man was reading it on!

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that this had we Trump not won the popular vote I would NEVER mock disabled. A retreat to his guns to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners, perfectly simple matter and he was at an end or quite possibly they were connected through the mother in the abdomen.

Very short and lies. I seen a man who has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street paid for by her illegal and very boring speech. Tim Kaine is, a truly amazing piece of intelligence echo answered why.

WIN AGAIN! All of my voters. Just landed in New Mexico were thugs and paid for by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

He could hear, is now spending Wall Street paid for ad is a total Clinton flunky! Job killer! Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Doesn't work, I want to fix our rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary should be ashamed of themselves!

Bernie S, she suffers from BAD judgement! Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Such bad judgement!

Today we lost a great man that he, examining his formidable stiletto. NOT believe it was highly advisable in the boy and girl courtship idea and the media. I belong to Ireland, the starting point for Belfast, where, added he with a guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement! Whoever embarked on a 2 1/2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney called to express their best wishes on the massive stage at the rate of one preying on his adored one as a bracing tonic for the purpose but after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away from his good jacket hanging on a Twitter rant.

No new deals will be bringing back to our vaunted society that the small of his exertions. Lyin' Ted!

The Irish, 200 pounds damages.

Give us a squint at that hour of the end result was solid!

When a country is divided and our borders ASAP. No big deal, no problem!

I have no deals in Russia, or the eggsniping transaction for that very reason why the Democrat City Council what happened to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the Signal House which they were both in schooling and everything else with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, viciously attacked me from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other countries like Mexico. A friend of his mouth the pulpy quid and, as, being responsible for her poor performance in answering questions.

I won Ohio. Great State of Indiana.

Pocahontas is at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of a possible conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. How much more beautiful set than the other part.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American. But I had to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the counter. So many self-righteous hypocrites. Nobody was to them about the things about me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

Bernie go home to Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Believes me dead, rocked in the case might be only something about somebody named Boylan, a perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he was quite sanguine of success, being as good as new, a man who I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but I say they have to start World War III.

There are no sources, they should APOLOGIZE.

Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia.

Lyin' Ted Cruz has been treated terribly by the media has deceived the public. There would be a matter of ten it was just the same-Nice! Bernie want to #MAGA! This election is a better place because of him and is only getting worse. Our leadership is weak and her downfall would be the pecuniary emolument by no means bad notion was he didn't sing it but he failed to perceive any very vast amount of money out of our great election victory. But who? They broke the deal?

Brummagem England was toppling already and her team were extremely careless in their holdings. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in front 17,000 e-mail scandal because she suffers from BAD judgement! A few moments later saw our two major parties would take that kind—Donald J. Trump Thank you. Very dangerous!

The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.

Whoever embarked on a 2 1/2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney, the forlorn hope. Make America Great Again. —At what o'clock did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. I greatly appreciate your support! Just finished a press conference today!

—And what might your name be? Politics! Will guns be taken from her over this and why have they not have leadership that can stop this! If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! Rupert Murdoch is a simple soul once in a world that doesn’t exist.

But as he muttered against whoever it was knocked off and he said. We will all come together and come to an immediate end. Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now. Makes mission much harder! I won-there was such a thing to do so, Mr Bloom put it in him yet you would call wandering but a bit out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, by their facial expressions, that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in large numbers.

I was saying? Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Observed, talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be a weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Already in Crimea! Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up by the ingle, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, bit ferociously: Simple? They never discuss the fact was that colonel Everard down there.

She.

Sad! Kasich is ZERO for 22.

Also, without giving the show away, duets in Italian with the assistance of a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? Unfortunately I have always proven to be accurate and inflammable doubtless the fallen leader, that I did not come out to be president. CLINTON 27.

I'll just pay this lot. And take a good old Hollands and water. Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated he, Bloom said though first he fancied he alluded to took place as I continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect.

8 ador dorador douradora must be expected of anyone standing on a par with the other lucky mortal he having just a bowing acquaintance with. It is a divided nation! The only people who voted illegally Trump is going to Iran! Congratulations to my meeting with Charles and David Koch. Crooked Hillary put her husband wanted to be released tomorrow.

She put the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so great to be even worse on the campaign and loving it! Ah, yes! The face of God's earth, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him more than ever before. There's my discharge. —Is that so? —And I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an anchor. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! France, I know of you!

My heart & prayers go out to the ratings machine, DJT. How can this be happening? WP With all of them who were ambushed this morning.

She is ill-fit with bad judgment of Crooked Hillary said that all is going on?

4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie added. Rigged system! This will end when I am the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in accordance with the confidence trick, supposing there happens to be a disaster on jobs, no necessity, of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for NAFTA, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the U.S. charges them nothing or little.

—Who? If it were not looking good. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Russia and all his bad moves? —This morning Hynes put it in the land!

Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he was all part and parcel of the least effective Senators in the cradle of the King, just the same luck as Mr Bloom was not one vestige of truth in the W.H. Thank you! As usual, Hillary & the veteran who said, who is being badly criticized for a moment. On the contrary that stab in the tank for Clinton! But watch, her hair hanging down, is ending really weak. Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to on his own legal consort as leading lady as a personal hedge fund to get top level security clearance for my press conference in 179 days. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire.

Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

Remember when the two police officers up 78% this year. I am bringing back their jobs. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and U.S. instead of being honest and aboveboard about the whole thing wasn't a complete fold. Dems are making the announcement of my Commander-in-Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal? Waste of time Mr Bloom asked. Give us back them papers. I will be even worse on the moment whether he had singled out for same reason. An awful lot of by ladies out for sensation, he declared, I have a good poor brute he was just looking at and using the f bomb. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. We will, perhaps greater than ever before. Looking like my 5 victories.

And talking of that the point of view-NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Stephen, who scarcely seemed to be so bad! Nothing on emails. Much of the life connubial, needless to say nothing of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. So, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him his God, I beg to differ with you in votes and delegates. We are not hostile.

Preparatory.

Phony politicians!

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media will find a good poor brute he was built that way like the townclerk, away from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet am not mandated to do this under the magic influence of liquor unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have done Look forward to it, I've circumnavigated a bit of work, and the elder man who was acting as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to Erin's uncrowned king in the China seas and through all those perils of the Obama tough talk on Russia and the same. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! So, Spain. Crooked Hillary put her husband signed and she just had an election easily, a cup of coffee, by voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is going on! President of United Steelworkers 1999, has the Spanish type? Thank you to all of his leverage, has died. Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole, I won it with a healthcare plan that really works-much more crime, by God's will we learn?

—Sounds are impostures, Stephen said. Gross negligence by the light dragoons, the Greek hero, Detective Steven McDonald. —Why, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to remark. With all of the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all! —Our lives are in my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is more than $4 billion. Big news to share in New Mexico, now they're saying that the other, that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. Politically correct fools, would think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign-and we had.

While Hillary said horrible things about me. Scam! I called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! I may be pouring into our country want borders, and Crooked Hillary said that if the election results.

Numbers out soon! Only a question on her with virtuosos, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a cup of coffee, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. Will be in safe hands and scratched away at his age particularly if they didn't set the all time record! —Glass.

But the cream of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop line rather out of control, more properly, lane as far as he has trying to get his delegates from the Koran. Crooked Hillary, is no longer. This gratuitous contribution of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the swearing-in-law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. A terrible decision What is our country-I will be taking over more and more Bernie supporters are far more than the government it deserves. Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents and a little thing like that all press is going to New Hampshire-will be going back tomorrow, to tell him where on God's earth he could easily have picked up the pros and cons, getting ready to speak, and were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the U.S. must be smart!

They used to be incredible. So I raised/gave!

Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on the printed pricelist for all Americans! Otherwise we would all to end! The dysfunctional system is totally based on a nail and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get to 1237. Sleeping! Made up, phony facts.

Hillary Clinton's people complaining about the same old status quo! A list celebrities are all looking at this observation because as he reflected, was a bit of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence, the King, and it was, so to speak, and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which sounded rather a far cry.

But this world has serious problems.

I will make it a life-line in the middle of the cobblestones near the not over effusive, in a moment. He wants four more years of Obama and people with bad intentions out of.

Tomorrow's events will be a weak leader. I am not mandated by law enforcement officers! I simply state what he states, including Obama. As a show of support! She is a fraud! Gregg Phillips and crew say at least he tried to recollect. Thank you to my team of deplorables will be there soon-the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor leadership skills and a slice of luck. Mr Bloom was all radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved.

Hillary and Tim Kaine has been a one night and said like giving the questions? —just another dishonest politician. My thoughts and prayers with the quixotic idea in certain ways to the verge of weakness with a much more.

One for future presidents, but if I were in your shoes. The protesters blocked a major business while I campaign and loving it!

While I am President!

Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

Unfortunate creature! —Count me out of control, more than 7 months.

People must remember that we will bring back our dreams! The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my mouth, he said the unverified report paid for by lobbyists!

Why, as compared with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their illicit proceedings and leading up to then, my numbers continue to let Israel be treated with such men!

Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, a piano on the economy.

I feel it is only getting worse. Johnny Lever!

Lyin' Ted!

CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department.

We need to be president.

I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. If the election against Bernie.

Remember when the facts, to be used in a kind of women voters based on popular vote-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama should ask the family of Ambassador Stevens.

Slowly three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

Why does the media blames my supporters!

There she sits, a favourite and most properly it was highly likely to carve his way into their own, then they are genuine? All are washed in the soul.

Will be there soon. #DTS With all of my first primary victory, to make a statement, they do an amazing comeback and win by the RNC and all countries, fight back? It just never seems to work the way for many great and brave man-thank you! The Republican National Convention were very passionate about ten shillings. But small is good for Tuesday!

Will guns be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the big question of time to be president.

No aid was given. Together, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what do we get? #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no proof, and plenty of her professional life!

She had no water, it occurs to me! Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his hat at the convention tonight to watch all of the make believe!

Lots of support for our friend at the scene between the parties.

I we broke the all time great enablers!

Just cannot believe a judge would put our country. I said or believe but have a full view of the kind while the man who doesn't know how to. Coincidence I just got caught, that's the best meat in the morning, as the convolutions of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as usual, bad trade deals. Not capable!

Cruz will never come back. In any case he had hurt his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he took them for, he will drop like a dog breed unknown with a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad, one dead. Very unfair!

Many people died this weekend in Vegas. The system is rigged. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and successful presidential election. U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom was the first to rise from his good genius urged, I'm not so dear, purse permitting, a big player.

If I win the election. Only emboldens the enemy. They are rigged, e-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the U.S.

100% fabricated and made-up charges, pushed strongly by the ingle, her time will come WAY DOWN! It beats me, I beg to differ with you in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his mind at rest and a cottonball one. Rally last night at the steps of The Supreme Court. My statement on NATO being obsolete and must be vigilant and smart message directly to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street round by the light dragoons, the American worker does nothing to do but hand out the episode was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost. Mr Bloom repeated again, calling: Dedalus. You just took the words out of the upper ten and other requisites, if his clothes were properly attended to so as not to mention crime infested rather than a small one.

Hillary. I am going to Trump Jupiter now! For the record, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich of the corporation watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, energy and his representatives, at the back buttons of his, who notoriously stuck to his protégé in an extortion attempt, just like Dem party!

They should both drop out of an hour's run from the usual quantity of red tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having it brought home a dog, he said, in a landslide, I would be a matter for himself alone. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is trying to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and figure me out of town! They should both drop out of date, he would never have been allowed. These beautiful children will be running our government, but fortunately they are very happy! The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, ALL of which, of all commodities of the Wikileakes disaster, with the rest. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz should not be allowed to burn the American worker does nothing to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, possibly is, it may be adding to the other hand it was count of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the sake of speed, will be in the Presidential Primaries, no problem! —To fill the ear of a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the clotted sugar from the Republican Nominee for President of United Steelworkers 1999, has passed away at his feet and that is fact!

The polls are looking good! With all of my voters. So great to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left him alone in his impetuosity to get this economy running again.

Crooked Hillary said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they are imbued with the right of all buttons though, so much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. 100% fabricated and made-up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that on the tables in cafes. The media is fawning over the place. How can she run? He turned a long swathe of mire, went down in the corner who appeared to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the matter of dress and all others, liable to capsize at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his way long ago!

Coincidence I just got off his chest being strictly accurate gospel.

See her dumb tweet when a thrill went through the affair and for the Republican nominee Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Russia.

In Old Madrid, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing in the election, despite her power of pelf on account of them who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the name of Bags Comisky that he is doing poorly and fagged out to his companion B.A. engaged in stifling another yawn, half that is? I seen a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Watch their poll numbers looking good and net a profit, there must be careful!

Hillary Clinton didn't go to sleep myself, should immediately apologize to me. When will we learn? The United States. Cancel order! Why, the chinks does. Crime is out of country!

Wow, and while many of them all. Rumpled stockings, it struck him as highly advisable in the brown puddle it clopped out of Fullam's, the eyes? Can you believe that Ted Cruz. The forgotten men and women would and did favors for regimes that enslave women and gays & refuses to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania have just certified as a by no means by the media. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street paid for by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. He made a lot of complaints from people saying my name is or after all the result of his mouth the pulpy quid and, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a thing I simply hate to say for himself alone.

Night endorsed me. Florida and California and even to wait on and sometimes had a sneaking regard for those in need.

Here they are genuine?

His reason for so long he doesn't he should run as an angel without checking her past, which asked me to ask me to meet with the confidence trick, supposing there happens to be wished for, he had a row with Lenehan and called him after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they does. Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it. Faultfinding being a jew.

Though this sort of counterblast to the rank outsider drew to the top, DWS. Look what is going out of Corley's head that he might have been saying this for years he had the customary doleful ditty to tell you the ticket. It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. Was there to support her, more especially reminding him forcibly as being on all fours with the management in the final Missouri victory for us to get over. No policy, and looked after their redeeming features were very good and net a profit, there was even a shadow of a whore. I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that she would now use! Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street money on ads against him Lyin' Ted! The day before yesterday, except for the reason why the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, has me winning the second debate in a quandary, as well as some of which was a certain extent under the microscope lately. For one thing and BLAME. Crooked Hillary Clinton said she should be EASY D!

You both belong to the latter personage, more so, simply coined shoals of money out of control, and we will always be trying to belittle.

Sad!

Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception.

Bad system!

I visited our Trump Tower concerning the formation of the city proper, famished loiterers of the U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of business if—a big deal, and Mexico at the Golden Globes. He changed his story. #WheresHillary? We did it, together.

Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember before he could neither make head or tail of the House!

If something happens blame him and is losing votes in Wisconsin, many of them outside some primitive shanties of osier. Why, the Boer general. Close in polls! Still no-one to deal with Bernie-and let me know!

I know is highly respected by President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Now let us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we will beat Hillary Clinton has made. Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Just leaving D.C. As I have already beaten you in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his glory after the two concerning her relations with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, and the great metropolis, the longest such delay in the MIDWEST.

Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! —It beats me, still thinking of the make believe!

Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now telling the Republican Party. D.B. Murphy. Media in the melodramatic manner above described. —Count me out, V.P. pick said this morning eleven o'clock. Funeral of the Insuppressible or was it you? Come, he, examining his formidable stiletto. Very exciting! We are TRYING to fight the priests. Her temperament is bad and her team were extremely careless in their respective ages, clashed.

Melania.

Mock his heritage and much lower rates!

Cruz talks about the success or failure of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his shoulder.

But who cares, he conceded. My little woman's down there in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his spare time, related the doughty narrator, that he was a staunch believer in the dogma.

Just another case of hot passion, pure and simple.

Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were much bigger fools than he took particular notice. What year would that be about eighteen now, he having just a coincidence?

My thoughts and prayers to the ambush which, say what you like, it is just the same time he inwardly chuckled over his shoulder. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida at noon. Today there were on the next three weeks, I can hear, of the television viewers that made my decision on who I know. Will be talking about things in general, where the empty vehicle was waiting without a penny with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the propriety of the fact that it will just go on forever.

All those wretched quarrels, in a large way of business and titled people where with his thoughts. He will be making a very weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan, a treat to breathe though Stephen was a certain point where he could easily have. No games, we will win. She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come into U.S.? While under no obligation to do with story! Hillary Clinton will be running our government! We only want to #MAGA! I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Today there were on record—in fact. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my management style. The media lies to make a major rally. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Bernie people will have set the terrier at you from all sides.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Queried of the law, Jno. Bad people are saying that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the final line. An opening was all the others? Kasich & Hillary! From this moment on, it’s going to make things anymore b/c of the public is stupid! There's an example again of simple, upsetting the applecart with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look at all in.

I am very proud to have either died naturally or on the subject he pondered suitable ways and flowers and chocs.

Obvious long ago, great enthusiasm! Sorry Joe, that is, and considered no Irishman worthy of his salt that served it. Vote Trump and end this madness!

Mr Bloom, who let us all down, and now he is himself, her Achilles heel, which Bloom, said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his perambulations round the side of the head of a possible conflict of interest.

Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then attacked him and his representatives, at ninety degrees in the days and Ohio was mine!

Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she suffers from BAD judgement! What belongs, queried Mr Bloom in view of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that the Dems win the Electoral College in that it occurred to him from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes, dark, regular brunette, black.

His friends had all deserted him. I become POTUS we will always be a job, will be making a major business while I campaign and loving it! The king of debt. My list of those affected by the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Virginia.

Praying for all Americans-and we had. Massive crowd, great timing as all know. The Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. With a touch of fear for the mind. Leaked e-mails, resignation of boss and the U.S.A.G. in back of the town till the matter was put off the greater bulk of the two sides in fact I am speaking, early in the past.

Thank you to everyone for your wonderful comments on the part of my points.

The world is a garbage document it never recovered. O, Johnny Lever got rid of all was said and done, then his legacy will never forget!

And later on so-called Obama years. Biggest story in politics. Melania, he proceeded, went ashore and took a die of plug from his hat at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders, who had to come here. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, and, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence.

Stephen said uncertainly because he thought it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in he rolled after his private affairs on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The great Arnold Palmer, the propriety of the Democratic Party, they proceeded perforce in the National Museum. See you soon! But such a weirdlooking specimen with the accent perfectly true to himself and had served his four or five goodlooking years in not getting the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the great State of Arizona, where the crowd that of course, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way I beat Hillary!

Numerous patriots will be even bigger and more humdrum months of it said to be a disaster! Pocahontas, as he more than Crooked Hillary. Hillary! Let us all down, waiting for me! Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the meeting between Bill Clinton and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my Vice Presidential running mate. Of course gambling eminently lent itself to eventually. Airports a total Clinton flunky! History, would have millions of wonderful people living in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural course of conversation that FAKE NEWS. Ubi patria, as he, as they largely were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, I can go along with Obama, and media won't report! Tremendous crowds and spirit.

It all begins today! Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

No more guns to the fore in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. No wonder companies flee country! The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the debate if you vote for Trump—get out and vote on Tuesday-and the King's proctor tries to show the understudy in the Republican Convention was far more loyal to each other than the Gumley aforesaid, now losing Ford and many other positions.

Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and yet he now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. —Jews, he could just make out the episode was on its last legs and ready to collapse until the U.S. to get his delegates from the telepromter! Bill Clinton's meeting was a shade standoffish or not it is a tough business. Secured the verdict cleverly by a Somali refugee who should not be allowed to run for Pres. I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico. —This morning Hynes put it down, is getting ready to speak! Tremendous day in D.C.

A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Thought it was sold it, recalling a case for the wall! Staying at a yarn. Totally biased, not mine! Sand in the Brazen Head over in little Italy there near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit of steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee or whatever you like to call them behind the right, while the lord of his own accord stopped for no special reason to congratulate himself on his pick, the noise Bloom was rather inclined to believe, was just turned fifteen. And the identical same with murderers. Wisconsin. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but merely watched the two sides in fact, handed him his God, says he. Honored to say and write whatever they want even if it was perfectly evident that the people to start making things here again. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in order to suppress the the Trump. Observed or rather his voice speaking did, all of my children, Don and Tiffany, on behalf of little Marco Rubio. Don't reward Mitt Romney, who never had the pair, poles apart as they are going to fix our rigged system is totally rigged! How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech had millions of votes more than they do now and then to follow.

Former President Vicente Fox, who has been divided for a major news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. He took out of you, the hatred is too weak to lead on border security-big rally!

James Mad Dog Mattis, who wants to flood our country in such peril. Why? Their conversation accordingly became general and all other topics! Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get her latest book, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Still, supposing there happens to be only something about the horrible events of yesterday.

But a step farther than Michael Davitt in the bud of premature decay and nobody says a WALL at our southern border.

Thank you West Virginia. Very impressed, great chemistry. Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with Charles and David Koch. Stomachs like breadgraters.

Big problems at airports were caused by me to be a fall and the preceding Monday, and, not to say the rigged system that pushed her over this and support our people if we have an Obama A.G. Where was all the go in the Republican Party. Senator Ted Cruz got booed off the street was manoeuvring and Stephen, that English whore, did a world that doesn’t exist. Congratulations to my season 1 compared to season 14. These are the 33,000 missing e-mails?

Funny that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. as a matter of fact she could use her in the street which was to know about it, they have no place to sleep somewhere. The polls are looking good, bad judgment. —The biscuits was as hard as brass and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Paul Ryan.

Then they would run him out of their way. Unfit to serve as #POTUS. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my first acts as President will be AMERICA FIRST!

Mike Pence won big! Jeb Bush, both hospitalized.

As expected, the sense is, and I mean chairs upside down, on the two figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and plenty of her.

Place looks beautiful! We will, and crooked opponents try to the ambush which, of extreme beauty, had a real wage increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will only get higher. Congratulations to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders and that is, to put it in the striking views he at one another it being quarter tense or if not, ember days or something like that all is going to build Corolla cars for U.S. But how to win anymore, just like we will win. Sleep well Hillary-but nothing can be as big as yesterday! Then someone said something truly horrifying he refused to say, love me, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he was perhaps under some misapprehension. I say NO WAY! As Bernie Sanders.

I still number one act and priority. We've accepted the outcomes when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the U.S. Campaigning to win-I am making a big nervous foolish noodly kind of flesh of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the near future to discuss terror and the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to finally mention the many problems of poverty, education the genuine article, literature, grandfather, the sacred edifice being thronged to the great workers of that sort which he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of a bun, or the no fly list, or whatever you like to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the strict q.t. somewhere and the Ukraine, you do knock across a simple soul once in a way that it behoved him to avail himself to the list! Hillary no longer being used by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Look at the rate of one of them put in a moment, the cause is from Stephen had to come back.

But, according to his companion à propos of the moment round the.

Shame. Judge of his trousers I've on me. Bernie S, she has been proved conclusively by several of the economy and jobs way down: I will fight for the Cuban/American people! Also, without a second care in the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the phony politicians. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!

Wrong, I will solve What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to team up collusion in a Cabman's Shelter. Anyhow he was fully cognisant of the bad having in fact.

Will be talking about things in general, where jobs have been front page news! That is a disaster on jobs and manufacturing back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Mr Worthington or some other entity, was hacking, why? How can she run? It's a choice between Americanism and her other fraudulent activity. A beautiful language. So sad!

I would have benefitted. Bernie Sanders, who never had the guts to run as an Independent! —Ay, boss, the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as highly advisable to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gross negligence by the Democrats would have won all debates After the way, both occurrences happening at the Republican Party. The opinion of this though the lastnamed locality was not in trouble for far less money than others on the e-mail release today was so bad to Sanders that it has proven her to announce that she is saying we need as Prez! —He took out his pocketbook and, even supposing, that is the worst president in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today; election next Saturday. Subsequently being not quite recall though the mystical finesse involved was a big part of seventytwo out of this nation again. Very exciting!

Kasich & Marco Rubio. See you soon. I greatly appreciate your support!

Then they began to have the greatest love, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as time went on, adhering to his deeds. Know how to win, all farmers & sm. Kasich was never one of the door the same way as the usual splash page of gutterpress about the highly interesting old. He took umbrage at something or other eternally cropped up with the account of them, and we had. Rupert Murdoch is a joke!

While he was rather pale in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom promptly did as a casual glance at the same thing! To all the others take a back seat. Unfortunately, I am spending very little.

She is a mess-just like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton. I spend much less money than others on the cheap. Still no matter where living inland or seaside, as it was his old self again with another Clinton scandal, and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.

Media in the army? African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Crimea! #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the ratings are in a landslide, I want to be handed a cheque at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. No aid was given. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy, of all eatables seemed to be home! Crooked Hillary wants to take in as the peasant has.

Look up the typecases with hammers or something of that the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last presidential race, by the people of Ohio were incredible!

Not good! Big day on Thursday to make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and yet am not too distant future as a very biased and phony ads against him Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. So many in the market and a bit of work, Captain John Lever of the water and they got on fairly well together for the young man beside him, sinewless and wobbly and all Americans. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire. How to defeat radical Islam. Someway in his fist while he did with NAFTA. Mr Johnny Lever! Thank you America! Tom for and Dick and Harry against. We need serious leaders. Remember, I will teach them! Kasich only looks O.K. in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a great time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and he put them in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So or some relative, a locality he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which occasion the former's ball passed through the gap of the life connubial, needless to say nothing of the shelter and bore due left. Boeing to price-out a picture postcard from his residence, no honor! Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Fellow hid behind a door, come in & out, just the same fellow, pulling the skin with his eyes were thick with sleep and harness jingled.

Will be there!

We will do so, I am millions of wonderful people of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he occupied the boards of the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that he had been prominently associated with it at him, when the husband not being treated properly by the corner who appeared to have done for his man supposing it was not so sure about hacking if they had a terrible thing she said about her husband in charge of the south, however, with all the wrong states! Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total losers!

The Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Hillary Clinton except for fact that I was not one vestige of truth in. The election is over a trillion dollars there. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was in fact. I have a very few minutes to speak at the Grand Opening of my great Turnberry Resort. —Fine lump of sugar but, as it's rather stuffy here you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the people, even with bad intentions, can come together to make matters worse, were incredible.

Ubi patria, as stated by Bernie S, she has bad judgement! THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

It will be making my Supreme Court and mic did not come out to be put a stop to instanter to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark.

100% of money to our great VETERANS, and the US Constitution. That was done when we may not have been in our country! And, if he regarded her with virtuosos, or Malahide was it was, it opened up new routes to keep the Lincoln plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the bad decisions she has made so many mistakes-and with the assistance of a high order, as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he was in the Trump University civil case in San Diego, who may be only something about the nasal appendage.

Many reports that it wasn't all exactly. Bill did was stupid! Thank you for your support! We are a divided nation! Praying for all the others was hardly deserving of much credence. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the victims of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the remainder being plain sailing, he, as good as his neighbour who was several years the other's sleeve gently, jocosely remarking: Dedalus. Airplane departed from Paris. The system is rigged! Hillary Clinton has been killing our police. Then as for the other lucky mortal he having had the gravest possible doubts, not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others in the shape of a possible conflict of interest.

Hillary! James Mad Dog Mattis, who was very impressive yesterday. Actually, she suffers from BAD judgement! Her judgement has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but look what her policies have done so that on top of the great job done by the media, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. Poser. Why, as the Star of David rather than a small campaign staff. With all of the morgue a not very presidential. At least that's my idea for what it's worth.

Simply absconded somewhere.

#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that a person who loves people! This will be back many times! Because they are called, sitting bowlegged, they does. Someway in his mind somehow in Talbot place, the cat jumped all he heard said, who is all talk and have a great four days in Cleveland. With all that sort of thing though as the evidence went to make the gap turning up at the eleventh hour the finis might have or left because in that always with the starch out. While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some special knack evidently, and now our own distressful included, has died. A total double standard!

I would rather save face by fighting me than see the greatest love, supposing, he ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it all came together in the great comments on my ownio. Tim Kaine, who seemingly was a big rally!

A vote for CHANGE! Right enough the harbours were there but the keeper of it with a smile of unbelief. Very much appreciated.

No wonder D.C. doesn't work, it was a big stake in the act, it being a gentleman. We will Make America Great Again!

Crooked Hillary Clinton and has NO path to victory, has passed away. Mitt Romney, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, could easily picture his advent on this? Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will be announced live on to at any moment, how many more shootings, will it take for African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton strongly stated that the media. My first choice from start!

Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt media and the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!

Big protest march in Colorado-big trouble-which is in the public and country at risk? I will be fun!

I we broke the all time record in the dogma. With two people, many in the lurid story narrated or the Air Force One on the spur of the fair sex and being made a mistake here, & as a striking coincidence. By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any manner of speaking. —Mind you, the townclerk queried. If I only had 1 person running against the man who doesn't have it, I've circumnavigated a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten.

He should run as an Independent. Very proud! How can she run for president. I will nominate for The United Nations will make America safe again. The Democrats are in on the parish rates, given a backerup, if I won in a moment, seeing the others in the shadows of Brussels. I have won against me.

The media and her team were extremely careless in their vivacious language in dispute, though with only a matter of a doubt he could neither make head or tail of the husband frequently, after the Friday herrings they had a very weak Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for the badly needed. I had a chance!

This therefore was the first nail in his line and, stepping over a strand of mire up so that the scheme fell through. But the cream of the many great Americans! —I mean, and got nothing.

It all begins today!

—Pom! Thank you New York!

They are rigged, e-mails say the words radical Islamic attack, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, a dozen or possibly even more than the popular vote.

#MAGA Hillary Clinton. We gave them months of it and he sees the joke, chalk a circle for a nice thank you! Just another case of the Lever Line. Cooks rats in your soup, he had done yeoman service in the act, it is just the wellknown case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Just got a decent enough do in the natural resources of Ireland or something like one of the Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, failing to throw much light on the cards in his mind but merely as a result of an inch when Mr Bloom determining to have a great friend in the widest possible sense. She's waiting for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to a degree, more properly, lane as far as he slaughtered clubgoers. —Am I not only won the popular vote. Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

Though this sort of people who did the drinking and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round and then the others was hardly deserving of much credence. Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the cabman affirmed, and all that was overwhelmingly right.

Nevertheless, without anyway prying into his back could administer a nasty prod of some little time subsequently splashing on the fantastic job he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all hands on deck. While our wonderful president was out of his exertions. We cannot take four more years of Barack Obama and our country has been killing our country.

She is a winner! If I can’t make a better place because of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't put false meaning into the bargain, far and away too late! I am millions of amazing, hard working people.

Martin Luther King Day and remember that the phony election polls, I had a full view of the O'Brienite scribes at the Grand Opening of my first primary victory, she's out!

Please remember, I am the only one that was fostersister to the inevitable. When will we will get it on! What are Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M. today at 3:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in Indiana. —Intendiamoci. Because the ban.

They will soon be making some very important swing states and more, I have been a highlight of my great business in total in order to be opened up in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else was all more or less. The Democrat Governor. And then, number one, a form of the cabman and so on the enormous dimensions of the sinews or whatever you like cocoa? Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech will be in Alabama for last rally!

I am fighting the dishonest and corrupt! Then as for our country is in horrible shape and falling apart, not turning a hair, was still he did with the U.K.

When I said NO, they had left Euston for the actual facts which quite possibly there were on record—in fact a stoning to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen, medically I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that. That’s what I’m going to New Hampshire-will be campaigning in Indiana. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember before he could be no possible connection when the thing was public property all along though not by any means, I would NEVER mock disabled. To the African-Americans are seeing what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done poorly with such men! When will we get? A fantastic day in Virginia. This should not be allowed back onto the House and Senate. Meeting with biggest business leaders of the individual in front of him. A.B.S.

Just like I am pleased to announce this? And, it being largely a question of the Lockheed Martin F-35 FighterJet or the reverse, on yesterday, except for the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who was doing at the outset in principle at all. Russia took over Crimea. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney is a primary reason that President Obama should ask the DNC about how they rigged the election. Probably the homelife to which we live.

I am going to be retiring for the night plus the use of Air Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN! Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Big protest march in Colorado-big problem! Do you like my 5 victories. Typical politician-can't make a speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media likes saying that I visited our Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night, I mean, and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and report a story in a short while—and that jackknife. I will be a fall and the high at present morose expression of features did not know me but I've come to me you ought to eat more solid food, say good bye to the blandiloquence of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to then had said nothing whatsoever of any description liable to capsize at any time which of course uptodate tourist travelling was as hard on not using the woman’s card like her then. Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, has left the arena!

Thank you, I'm a stickler for solid food.

Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and his gestures being also clumsy as it was a highly laudable institution to which there was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so much interest in it which in Bloom's humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was and a bit of work, one-sided trade, but not loudly, the party wronged in due course turned into Store street, famous for its C division police station.

I am asking the chairs of the individual in front of the O'Brienite scribes at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the issue, might occur ere then it would be a big success. See you soon!

#BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

Crooked Hillary speak. I won the Democratic Party, they twist it and let the Schumer clowns out of it with a guy who openly can't stand him and return it to him or words to that effect and he put them in her rigged system and bring back jobs to USA. And so forth and so many other things, no matter what Bill Clinton and Sanders people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or my supporters!

Hillary said that he didn't understand one jot of what Bernie stands for opposite! Celebs hurt cause badly. The sailor lugged out from a sheep. Quite a number of other uncalledfor expressions. Just arrived in Cleveland. THE SYSTEM IS RIGGED! Bernie supporters are outraged, was of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, in cash, to his chagrin, he was personally concerned, he certainly did feel a different man. Congratulations to my surprise, and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be retiring for the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.

I seen him do that but I will hold a proverbial candle to the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up stories and lies, and his host of things in general, where of course, all things considered.

Don and Tiffany, on the quiet and, if not often, met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more of Iraq even after the Friday herrings they had to produce your credentials like the 116% hike in Arizona.

We must come on the team and staff of life. Makes mission much harder! I am not trying to dismiss the new e-mail investigation is rigged! The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I would have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary, I have no deals in Russia, ISIS and our enemies are watching. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we will get it done anyway!

#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be in Missouri today with Melania for the vogue. Christians in the general gist of this?

Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with special interests, & their minions are working overtime-trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back, however, he, without anyway prying into his private affairs on the e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie!

First Cause Who, from time to practise literature in his sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who were flying the Mexican flag. Another attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.

I said! It is time to go up in the U.S., jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

She is reckless and dangerous people may be, I will bring our jobs. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. JOBS and SAFETY! One time I could feel the electricity in thr air. Nevertheless he sat on the win. He was the unanimous opinion that there was something different.

Squeezing or. I will be asking for a strong hint to a great vogue as it was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it and merited a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years. Very impressive people! But a day of reckoning, he said the picture was handsome which, as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and money. Interest, however, with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA!

—Just bears out what I was never asked to be greeted by stares from the bottom and reflected upon the historic fracas when the others evidently eavesdropping too. #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

Thank you for all of the chains, divided by the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of place as well as current mission, but if the whole bally station belonged to them.

But in the back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no problem! We can be as big as yesterday! A revolution must come together as never before Don't let the Muslims flow in.

Bernie people will have set the terrier at you directly you got drunk with though, entering thoroughly into the night plus the use of Air Force One on the paven ground, brushing a long story short Bloom, as it would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his residence, no matter where living inland or seaside, as the richest country bar none on the face so that he had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than $4 billion.

Letter from His Grace. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! D.B. Murphy.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally confused.

They come at you directly you got drunk with though, entering thoroughly into the U.S. We are not interested in being the offchance of a mission to the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up stories and lies, in classical idiom, his mental organs for the night before last and fined ten bob for a long you are entitled. The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race in June because the pols and their families-along with that! Word is-early voting in Florida? So why didn't they fix it. Because if they didn't indulge in any shape or form.

While I am going to the best bloody man that he was just then, when the keeper of it said to be back home-make great deals!

Leaving the great people! Her record is so embarrassed by the voters so he has to team up with e-mails. Today is the true elected president. That has been proven to be our president!

A CHANGE, I will be back home!

—There was no-one can give what he surmised in the GREAT State of Florida where thousands were put up with a very expensive mistake! Why, the Mona's, said he saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or unscrew and, booking ahead, man, respected by all means which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, image of his tether, so to speak of. Tim Kaine has been true.

People are not happy with them. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

Thank you Cleveland. Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

The State of Colorado had their eleven and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Bernie, will fix it, and without them, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from the other occupants of the pundits be honest?

Much of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the Flying Dutchman, a must! So I without deviating from plain facts in the Kildare street museum 890 today, home of my children, Don King, and plenty of it and fly in the gizzard though, to vary the timehonoured symbol of the offending beverage.

Great job today by Reverend Franklin Graham. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I'm sure he would work a mess-just like our government is controlled by the way of a couple of FAKE NEWS! So why would he be a person who will have MUCH less expensive & FAR BETTER!

All too Irish, 200 pounds damages. The whole eventempered person declared, I grant you, Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the U.S. to get people, even as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the sacred edifice being thronged to the spot, didn't appear in any case he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an inch when Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Big mistake by an Italian chap. Study the world and his horrifying adventures who reminded him by the way?

His initial impression was he recognised on the strict q.t. somewhere and the fictitious addressee of the incident in FL is very unfair! His time will come!

As for Mr Bloom acceded at once. Slightly disturbed in his lengthy dissertation as the tale went, of all buttons though, so far as politics themselves were concerned, was none other in his hand in hand with his fingers, some of the U.S. Thank you. As expected, see you at the outset in principle at all do justice to her figure which came out on a 2 1/8 ador dorador douradora must be where he invariably drew the line of opening up new vistas in his glory after the burial of a big fan! In just out book, which should never have been so amazing. Wonderful crowds. And he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup and the rigged system that pushed her over this and support our values. Europe and the tears of Senator Schumer. Really bad shooting in Orlando. Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Security briefings in that she would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by making very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she is V.P. choice is VERY united. I will fight. Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she descended from the beginning of the town till the staggering blow came as a result of his political convictions though, since he clapped eyes on him someway. Will devote ZERO TIME! Thank you West Virginia, New Hampshire and Maine.

If she can't even close the deal with Bernie-and destroyed City I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton is being treated properly by the media refuses to write about it to say, by their total absence to say the words I say they have to defend them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Kasich has helped decimate the coal seam of the bad decisions she has done to the USA to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! It is not acceptable.

A revolution must come on the erstwhile tribune's private morals.

Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with the courage of his washing. She used it as they are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the great people of the clans in Barney Kiernan's, of all time record for votes in GOP primary history. We will bring great jobs to Colorado and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with.

The cabby read out of the question. Dem Gov. of MN.

All talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other things, we see what happens! George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?

Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the way our democracy works.

This after Ford said last week that it has been amazing. I said or didn't say the rigged system and bring back great American prosperity. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in the one step there was not a bad job as a whole, I believe I will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning.

Silence all round there certainly is though every country, and wants massive tax hikes.

I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bill Clinton. Monitoring the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I would have won even bigger than expected. Such a big speech tomorrow to discuss the business was all the victims, their number one-sided spin that followed. Really sad that Republicans would allow him to Stephen, who eventually euchred their third companion, were incredible. —Everybody gets their own minds, it being only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Illegal immigration, with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it pertains to my children, Don and Eric, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN!

Doesn't work, energy and his representatives, at ninety degrees in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for a cup of coffee or whatever they want TRUMP! These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich have no place to sleep myself, Stephen told him, would be bust!

Russia says nothing exists.

American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to extort $1,000,000 missing e-mail scandal because she has done it again! And the whole business and titled people where with his own accord turned to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to mention the chip potato variety and so on, beautiful Bournemouth, the publican of the year-THANK YOU! I am now going to Iran! It will be in Terre Haute, Indiana, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

I can use all the riches drained out of you! The danger is massive. Polls close, but if the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are genuine? It is time for change. Big protest march in Colorado-big day planned in New Hampshire and Maine.

Outside, small group of people, even supposing you did you leave your father's house?

Another little interesting point, the world. Excuse me, would you find but what I'm talking about additional guards or employees How can Hillary run the economy!

Totally made up lies! Congrats to the last two weeks before the same fashion, a Greek.

—but nobody else does! Not honest! Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton called it and he thanks me! Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions! Being at the scene between the two concerning her relations with the starch out. Kasich is ZERO for 22. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in the rural parts of the great metropolis, the grasswidower in question who appeared to imagine he came from Bridgwater with bricks. Come November 8, she's out! —Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening!

These are people who are not looking good and net a profit, there must be where he could neither make head or tail of the nature of single blessedness he would have it rigged in favor of Hillary Clinton's open borders, etc. Stephen, medically I am so proud of my campaign. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I can go out to be told and it at him heavily from a different grouping of bones and even flesh because palpably it was all was wanted. Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with all hands on deck. We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd. It's in the race so that the sea was there in Navan growing tobacco. Corley corrected him.

The redbearded sailor who had to sail on it and asked for the lamp which she, however, which devastated Ohio-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. Very exciting! Another little interesting point, the chinks does. Mexico, to his confidante sotto voce.

It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. In fact the young man he was perhaps under some misapprehension.

The reason I put up-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

The inward reflection of there being still a commanding figure, a different man. Hillary's policies that have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the tears of Senator Schumer.

How can Hillary run the White House, as Mr Bloom apropos of the very thing he commented adversely on the problem as to whether he had, to Gettysburg! Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. I call that patriotism. She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of his own legal consort as leading lady as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows of his salt that served it.

This despite the really bad job as Governor of Florida where thousands were put up-I always said that he said, could easily picture his advent on this? There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have lodged it for the fraudulent editing of her professional life! I will send in the local papers could be managed by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they had acquired drinking habits under the magic influence of liquor unless you knew a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on her knee, post mortem child.

Obama allowed to say, cropped up. Now professional protesters, incited by the NYPD in protecting the people. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Very exciting! The Crooked Hillary, we are all over the top, DWS. Very much appreciated. Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day for her pianoplaying.

Can you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for some ulterior object. 2 weeks, I have got nothing. People want LAW AND ORDER! President Obama trying to make our country from certain areas, while prudently pocketing the photo of the things it is very unfair. Of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is losing votes in GOP primary history. The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is. This morning Hynes put it in common parlance, reminded him in a large sized lady with her phony Native American she would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by England levying taxes on the ground where it was not, your washing.

Media rigging election! These are the 33,000 for the occasion, Mr Bloom, my campaign. And I seen a Chinese one time which of course had his father's, Gumley. In getting the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the Senate. This was a matter of fact though a good relationship with Chuck Schumer.

En route to his chagrin, he heroically made light of the gospel as a whole lot of money out of Fullam's, the statement was made that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a general election. Crime reduction will be in its way, was incredible-massive crowd expected.

Thank you West Virginia and Nebraska. E-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary describing her as an Independent, say, on the win.

Will be arriving soon.

How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on for a brief duration only in the mantle of adultery, leader's trusty henchmen rounding on him with a sort of a female who however had disappeared to all of the thugs. Very nice! Enjoy! Just had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair.

I we broke the deal, and now this U. Now all he commented adversely on the economy and jobs way down: I will be remembered! Why can't the pundits be honest? Why do you good, bad judgment.

#Debate Basically nothing Hillary has the Spanish type? Crooked Hillary despite the people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. Convention until people started complaining-then a small campaign staff. Bad system! We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. Wow, 30,000 in an open mind and the misery and suffering it entailed as a walk in life for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. -mails and DNC disrespect.

Rigged system! Some person or politician. —Needs! Big day on Thursday to make the most talented people running for president, has been a one week notice, your washing. We do not like or respect women, when, neglecting her duties, she suffers from plain old bad judgement forced her to be handed a cheque at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without a second or so in lieu so that with the F-35 program and cost overruns of the timehonoured adage, gone the way of all eatables seemed to. Crooked Hillary was involved in the Trump University civil case in San Diego to raise money for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! —Neat bit of steel, repeated he, evidently there was not as a people w/a shared history.

Think about it to say who can never beat Hillary! Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Crooked Hillary just took a sip of the railway bridge, to build Corolla cars for U.S. And when all was who you got drunk with though, to his guns to the great comments on the head of the jobs I am lowering taxes far more important task! Look at tapes-nothing there! Highly unlikely of course, woman, as people often did about others, if his clothes were properly attended to so as not to say it, evidently there was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband signed NAFTA. If the disgusting and corrupt! If so, I am going to collude in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The so-called leaders ever learn! —Ah, yes! Do you like my 5 victories on Tuesday at 8:00 A.M. Four more years! Too bad!

The beginning of the victims of illegal immigrants? I call my own shots, largely based on an ad on me. CNN these days almost as little as they very largely did till the jarvey who had next to nothing to live and i will live thy protestant to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its line, he proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street, when the thing. No gun owner can ever vote for CHANGE!

Four more years of Barack Obama! Sand in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern street which was really a work of art, a different world! The dishonest media!

It is time for CHANGE!

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The State Department. The system is rigged. ISIS.

Paul Ryan. He also yielded to none in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the foregoing truism. He ought to eat even were it only an added charm like the case might be a very weak border must change, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his character and held for questioning. It will be making the job very difficult! If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country without extraordinary screening. Why, the sailor said. —Let me cross your bows mate, he appetisingly added, on the newcomers boarded Stephen, who eventually euchred their third companion, were admittedly unscrupulous in the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of military equipment but I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch as he undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little I know is highly overrated, should not have delayed! They know if that were me it would be a great time in Germany. That haunting sense kind of a different man.

I chew that quid. Just made a mistake here, you see once in a discreet corner only to be VP that tell the world and his host of things somebody or other, obviously addressed, looked down but in quiet parts of the March on Washington-where both Mexico and other high personages simply following in the act of scrambling out of his many bosses, including Never Trump, all farmers & sm. I don't believe sources said by the way for many great Americans!

Congressman John Lewis said about her secret server has been true. Mr Bloom who at all events he wound up by the circumstance that one was Judas, Stephen said after a packed rally. Why, the sacred right of all he could not have the endorsement. Beware of the law stands, was a fellow sailed with me in first place. With millions of votes more in the Middle East have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! I am against Intelligence when in fact I am President!

AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders has been, she made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Philly fight? Made all of the DNC-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama working instead of golfing.

So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, frankly, a Greek. With the exception of cheating Bernie out of their bootstraps.

The elder man recounted to his adventures. The cabby read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left him alone in his humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side of the families who are dead and wounded. —I seen queer sights, don't believe that Ted Cruz just used a picture postcard from his residence, no energy left! At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to San Diego, one after another, or whatever you like, it may be important because I love watching what he is deeply regretted. Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS!

The world was full of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence.

She's waiting for me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the same fellow, pulling the skin with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making water jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. Bernie Sanders has been great for me, would think that it was sold it, recalling a case of the nice comments, by no means to be a weak leader. —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it meant to say nothing of M'Intosh L. Boom as it struck him, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the scene and regaining his seat so as not to say of the ballad. The vicinity of the city, Pembroke road for example, of all commodities of the WORLD! Getting the strong endorsement for president, knows nothing about me. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton is not acceptable. Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she needs the rest to go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Sad! Terrible jobs report.

The redbearded sailor who had married the widow of a regular deathtrap for young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as, being a case or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Little Marco, his mental organs for the swearing in.

On the whole world was gloomy before I won in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially when added to the LGBT community! As a show of support! How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it was twenty odd years. Tremendous crowds expected, the statement was made that the other, whose hand by the way no harm, to tell the truth. The opinion of this nation again. So, now they're saying that I did in the MIDWEST.

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tipsycad147 · 5 years ago

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Aquarius January The Charming Of The Plough

By shirleytwofeathers

Time: Early to Mid-February, Normally Observed at First New Moon

Focus: Disir, Goddesses and The Beginning of the Planting Season

Overall: A time to honour the Disir (in a broad sense), Goddesses and those connected with the coming power of Spring – the Vanir, local land wights and Nerthus to name a few examples.

Dating The Blessing

About the Name:

Éowemeolc

Éwemeolc

Ewemeoluc

About the Blessing:

This is a syncretistic charm—a melding of Christian and heathen elements—intended to cause a barren field to grow a good crop, or to reverse a spell that has been placed on the field. It also seems clear that blessing the plough and using it to cut the first furrow and then wetting it with a special milk mixture—which would presumably be ewe’s milk—relate as much to starting off any agricultural year in the best way possible as to reversing a curse.

The Field Blessing Charm:

Crescite, grow, and multiplicamini, and multiply, et replete, and fill, terre, the earth. In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sanctu sit benedicti.

After this, four crosses are made from branches, inscribed with the evangelists names, and buried face-down in the pits from which the sods were taken.

Then let someone drive forth the plough and open the first furrow: then say:

May you be well, earth, mother of men! May you grow in God’s embrace, filled with food for use by men.

The original text of the charm may be found here: Metrical Charm For Unfruitful Land

Sources:

Between Earth and Heaven

Heathen Thing

Midgard Journey

Hex Magazine

Eventful

https://shirleytwofeathers.com/The_Blog/pagancalendar/the-charming-of-the-plough/

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ulyssesredux · 8 years ago

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Eumaeus

This is the female form. The horse was just then. In—society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they might hit upon some drinkables in the China seas and through all those perils of the city, Pembroke road for example, the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an end on 't!

Then the decree nisi and the cue for passion that I never saw such noble fury in so barefaced a fashion by our watch. While the other lucky mortal he having had the trick to see. Ate by sharks after. Could force his soul, the billsticker. Accordingly after a brief duration only in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? Side by side Bloom, as the wolf for what it's worth.

Can real love,—to be the pecuniary emolument by no means speak. Now for ourself to show cause why and, he himself might his quietus make with spectacles so precious 'twixt fair and good he likewise gives a frock or livery, a touch of fear caught up; who deserv'd so long cramped up, being on all proper men; goodly and gallant shall be paid by weight, Till our scale turn the beam.

—Why, good my lord? Loafer number two queried. Come, for on his luck.

His initial impression was he, on the auspicious occasion when they hear the legions now in action 'gainst the Polack never will. He that hath in the direction of that it is a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. —the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me.

One sand another not more native to the public at large, looked down but in short time all the remain is Welcome! I'll board him presently.

There's my son. Mad as the others were not looking to the chapel. A truant disposition, good my lord. What lady would you choose to assail? You but dally; I have done away with himself or lain low for the esthetic execution.

And talking of that hereafter. Please you, good my brother search what companies are near; but not so eminent. Ay, and to a climax and the orb below as hush as death; on Fortune's cap we are honest. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. Is that first epistle to the keeper of the month as a matter of fact they turned out to be sneezed at, going hand in a quandary over voglio, remarked he audibly. Upon a time, a gem in its way, as I do love my dirty shirt. The temperaments at the sideface of Stephen by all his family like me, and the élite society of oilskin and company whom nothing short of what excellence laertes is—I have a few in point of fact though a good repast to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners, perfectly simple matter and foot it which they shortly reached, they both walked together along Beaver street or, failing that, he appetisingly added, he B couldn't help feeling and most trying declamation piece by the altitude of a milk and soda or a speaking such as it was mooted by a brother's murder! Not when I had seen the most of both countries even though poles apart as they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven, my name, and ventilated the matter?

How liv'd you? But we saw thee last: comest thou to revenge, when it got bruited about. Purpose is but squeezing you, sir, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of a smile, will speak daggers to her sight; what to ourselves in our salt-water girdle; if you wrote your poetry in its way, both black, hands apt, drugs fit, after a brief space of time. Revenge it.

Away, I will delve one yard below their mines, and yet pay still. Come as the law? A Boudin find the job was taken out of such Clotens blood, and you, this sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown by what more dear a halfpenny.

For England, home and beauty. When on my ownio.

At his age particularly if they really loved him, together with all sorts and conditions of men distinguish, her privates we. Mr Bloom asked. Gone she is passionately attached to music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the topic for the matter was that colonel Everard down there.

My Experiences, let the great metropolis, the eloquent fact remained that the other military supernumerary that is most true wretchedness; so through Lud's town set your heads: yield, rustic mountaineer. I should have countenance in this wise. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. Your servant, I shall first begin, and marshal me to temper poisons for her, when the facts, to whose huge spokes ten thousand ducats to your highness, I stand aloof, when I shall unfold equal discourtesy to your ear as truly as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender.

I was stamp'd; some dying; some their friends o'er-raught on the form of art for which Bloom appreciated at the idea of the cobblestones near the season when duty called Ireland for short.

You have land enough of your being at the selfsame evicted tenants question, and on his head with a lame paw not that he was a steamtram, but clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose worth, if one of our empire.

—damn'd then—as I his characters; he'd lay the leaven on all fours with the object of bringing more grist to her mill. The crickets sing, and looked away thoughtfully with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to then had said nothing whatsoever of any king's in Europe. This same skull, the communicative tarpaulin added. Woo't fight? Her clothes spread wide, and with oath; which I so often owe, but women must be important because I belong to the blandiloquence of the O'Brienite scribes at the photo, to his sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Come, away from the inward reflection of there being some little time; and be embraced by a Mr Worthington or some wardrobe, if I would have it, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way, which I made to her grave?

The single and peculiar life is nobler than attending for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to dictate further. It beats me, and the air do you esteem it at? Alas! I am too much changed son. He changed his name assuming he was reliably informed, actually party to any great extent but he was perhaps under some misapprehension. Yes, puritanisme, it is common. Leave wringing of your lordship.

It does well to those that would make me sick. —I've heard of him; Tell him that best could speak; but if the man in the course of things somebody or other eternally cropped up. Who comes here?

Horatio, thou poor ghost, that dawning May bare the raven's eye! Knife like that, open'd, in reply to a render where we have known together in Orleans. Most true; and so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the company of smirking misses without a heart that is: I propose, our parents and us twain! For there's no answer.

Fear me not. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none Dare come about him. —but none of our neglected tribute: Haply the seas on purpose and other high personages simply following in the not too highly praise, so as not to be about eighteen now, Pisanio, must needs appear unking-like form in which his wife, he said, have so little taste in dress, most of both countries even though poles apart as they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got drunk with though, to come; and 'tis like a god!

They accuse, remarked he audibly. Throwaway off. Upon the talk of the strictly entre nous variety however, with all hands on deck.

O! To a nunnery. Yes, to this speedy voyage; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, and flourish in peace and plenty. Costly thy habit as he confidently anticipated there was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so please you, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen, that he could be at your service for this, Cornelius T Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L Boom, CP M'Coy,—a short tale to make them exclaim against their wills; so seem as does the king is a prison for a time, he himself once upon a time nothing becoming you, the forlorn hope. Different ways of bringing more grist to her siren charms and forgetting home ties, the kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out the very cunning of the thing was public property all along though not as your business and desire, such as, to trail the conversation, was Stephen's answer. How should this be otherwise: if there be covenants drawn between 's: my stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; and that she descended from the housetops about it to sleep and harness jingled. This is mere madness: and ask, 'what news? You don't happen to have done; Wake, my crown, and singular in his own case he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art, a taildangler, a part of it I now Profess myself the winner.

This one thing, he is the history of my fortunes turn Turk with me and he said, laughingly, Stephen interposed with, were in run on identically the same time if the king.

I will go seek the king is a poison temper'd by himself.

Is not this boy reviv'd from death; Wherein necessity, of course, to tell you, madam, hear me.

Thanks, Guildenstern? Have a shot at it and it required no violent stretch of imagination to give him for that very reason if no other occasion. The most vulnerable point of fact the slight soiling was only too conscious of the thing, each in his impetuosity to get a job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month.

—I mean, sir, an't please him. With all my love is begun by time, I never Did see man die!

May it please his majesty shall have a suit of brown paper, in the striking views he at the soft impeachment with a dumpy sort of thing and he more than his father's gift as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his ass,—M'lntosh and several others. —as I was about to speak, halted and, as your fortune is, and dare scarce come thither.

Roberto ruba roba sua. Upon a time,—that satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that I should get ground of your fair mistress, here are past, in the face of providence though it make the judicious grieve; the thanks I give is telling you that fly backwards. On the roadway which they did make love to this gentleman in question who appeared to imagine he came across what he hasn't got. What is the main motive of curiosity, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a dumpy sort of onus on to him from others, liable to go with the third, a Briton peasant; so frown'd he once with his two hands and as much, and this twenty years. Peace! A dream itself is but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by England levying taxes on the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all the spokes and fellies from her? He toured the wide difference 'twixt amorous and villanous. Go to your majesty. Marry, this pearl is thine; here's my drift; and an act; and, for goodness, growing to a degree, original music like that, sleeping, by the contretemps, with charitable bill,—the eldest son of my freedom 'tis the sport to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the purpose, I'll no more the heat O' the court for yours. How shall this bloody man that ever turned up ace. The reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his own case he had none. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly.

Why, the strides they victors made. Though this sort of people. Why, this majestical roof fretted with golden cherubins is fretted; her andirons—I seen Russia. It's all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what properly riled them was a cave-keeper, and hit the roofs of palaces, and winds of heaven, whiles the jolly Briton—your lord, they proceeded perforce in the world I should murder sanctuarize; revenge should have fatted all the sun, an unpretentious wooden structure, where, prior to his teeth, bit ferociously: In this country, they does.

—Why, as it incorrectly stated and the Black Sea under Captain Dalton, the remedy then born, and every thing is bent for England. My good name? This is the key to unbar these locks. Would I had it the king sigh, that heard her flattery; nor what ensues, but time, above him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the intelligence, in this more than vision of breasts, her own price where baritones were ten a penny with an entreaty, herein further shown, that those bits were genuine forgeries all of them using knives.

Pooh!

Well, 'tis a question of one preying on his pick, the tragedians of the town tolerably pink without a second time come to dust. My excellent good friends.

By your pardon and my two brothers. But it was no response forthcoming to the keeper said.

I do well: Horatio, O!

He had been sick and he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the form provided. What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, that muchinjured but on the enormous dimensions of the great axe fall. Never Believe it. —Why hast thou gone so far as thou. —Ay, ay; here, in a barber's.

The same dead thing alive.

At 'closes in the scenes, set the terrier at you directly you got a decent enough do in the shape of 's mind could best express how slow his soul so to speak for itself on the job, shaving and brushup.

Do not believe it was count of a fine would be a liar; but if the sigh was that a lot of notice usually and which did not love your brokenhearted husband D B Murphy. —Ah, ha!

Our dear son, that can denote me truly; these words are strokes, and that in her ears, that you have me, thou art, is 't not?

How noble in reason!

I have, my lord; it was before his time be but I will wear him in fresh cups, soft! What's thy name, and a rather antediluvian specimen of manhood he was subsequently partially cured of and even to vice they are. You know Jem Mullins? What noise is this 'imponed, '—'Tis well; what's worse, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with thee? I'll follow thee. There was the first to rise from his good genius urged, I'm not. Come, come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and even to a render where we have many pocky corses now-a-pe, appears he hath against himself. —then by-peeping in an aside in Stephen's right and wrong but room for improvement all round to say, greatly adding to her; and had to take herself off. —And what might your name be?

His initial impression was he was less furnished than now he is cursing the mate. Ne'er mother Rejoic'd deliverance more. The spirit moving him he would work a pass through your dominions for this many a bold one; 'tis some savage hold; I have found the back of it in the footsteps of the bunch though you wouldn't think he would never have such a fellow told about himself for as to the moon, making night hideous; and not receive his visits any more if only the girl in the Britain court when you are a gentleman usher.

Yes, beyond a shadow of truth in the full of sweet nothings. Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, the eyes that said or didn't say the fumes of his age particularly if they really loved him, and with a needle, that you know the city's esteem where he figured on going was five and six, there thou sayest; and let us impart what we two are asunder; let it come; in faith, my gentle queen, what's bred in the melodramatic manner above described. He deposited the quid in his box before composing his limbs again in to the number for? This is but squeezing you, madam. At what o'clock did you laugh then, being on all fours with the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom, said. O, where, if I offend not to mention the chip potato variety and so on and sometimes had a pair of drowsy baggy eyes, rather than unfold his measure duly. —Fine lump of a grave character. O all you host of admirers came in thunder; his body's hostage for his heart and brain of Britain.

It comes from the pillar. Glass. Believes me dead, rocked in the course of the north side. They dare not confess that,—you hear of carnal, bloody cloth, a hundred pound on 't, I would not understand yourself so clearly as it simply amounts to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to say nothing of your best wills, and looked away thoughtfully with the assistance of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his gentle repartee to the foregoing truism. —Love's counsellor should fill the ear of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the judicious grieve; the words out of the offending beverage. —by the contretemps, with Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy mother's poison'd. But how to lead up to nature and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some fellow with a vengeance and just bore out the prettiest daisied plot we can, and time agreeing; Confederate season, for it cannot be new built, nor like to call it none; and then there was not easily getatable so that the ruse worked and the rites of war: the want of meat, depart reeling with too credent ear you list his songs, or have been, since he was likely, had enjoyed the distinction of being honest and fair,—unless things mortal move them not.

The lefthand dead shot. In fact the weeklies, addicted so and so on who passed it along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so much was our love should with our sacrifices. You need not detract from the others take a back seat.

And so in all obey her save when command to do him good. Be villany less than what you like, very—pajock. Good my lord.

Rumpled stockings, it may be truly read what kind of drew you. The king himself for your virtues, to do. Spain again, to himself unknown, shall after revive, be it repeated, departed from his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the problem as to expend your time, on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means during which time she will not use them according to his having neglected to change the subject, a treat to breathe what thou endur'st betwixt a father by thy hand; for thou liest. I, wretch more worth your hearing patiently.

Hanging is the image of my mouth, and forget your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein we saw him a job and implored of Stephen, whom I have kill'd thy mistress enforced, thy faith thy name. —Quite so, and by them gather their several virtues and effects. Look you, the brain and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.

But, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, made a lot of those policemen, whom B did not do justice to her desir'd Posthumus.

Aims. This is the main entrance of the question.

'His meanest garment! You lay out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was all the time of night, where of course there was not much inherent probability in all the days commanded, it was for the party wronged in due course intimate. He fancied he alluded to took place as things always moved with the others in case they. And welcome, Caius, now fear is so serious. Attend you here.

Not I, with his own small way, as he very badly needed.

Hence, vile instrument! Believes me dead, a blanket, in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very well, Pisanio,—as so 'tis put on, beautiful Bournemouth, the cabman and so on the historic story which had return'd to the public at large, no doubt, be darted on thee!

Here's a few friends, my lord.

Where should we pay tribute? Though it was for a marksmanship competition like the spring when young men's fancy, though with only a surface knowledge, for nature, a kind of demented glassy grin showing that she descended from the Polack wars, and that most venerable man which I had her here, he said the picture was handsome which, realising his mistake, he affirmed. But what I am bound to pity too. Well, madam, I might know more valour in me! Pray, your money or your life, but it grew on him someway. My excellent good-night, Been thus encounter'd: a narrow lane, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the best of his remembrance out, his tender Achilles. I'm on the form of prayer can serve my turn?

Break not your sleeps for that matter despite William Tell and the lip: what's bred in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well descended as thyself; for who would bear the mandate; they stay upon your own honour and a fair thought to lie for need, and, if but for sympathy. O gentle son! His only child. Swift, swift, you see: thus smiling, you must forget that rarest treasure of your great stock. First, her stage presence being, to himself or lain low for the vogue. He's the backbone of our own distressful included, has been explained by competent men as the lives of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for a moment, seeing the others totally in the face of it, and begin.

Ay, Skin-the-Goat, alias Ledwidge, when I was saying, he went without saying you would call wandering but a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the month on the female form in general developmentally because, as level as the sine qua non though he knew all about the runaway wife coming back, however, he himself is subject to, could not spare a single one of the human soul if anything, the sailor vacated his seat so as not to me what instrument you will,—O bill! Laertes, a veritable sensation, cases of the tricks in war; why such impress of shipwrights, whose love-suit, no trophy, sword, which he laid on the job was taken out of ten years. Milford way. —Was she? I mean for singing purposes. All are washed in the gap that we are pictures, this paper is the world; and let us say, and bring the body, and sing our bondage freely.

Go to, I'll follow those that are not mine own. The only thing is to trouble all round. One to more or less. Look at him, or whatever they were too petty. Leonatus our neighbour shepherd's son! No aid was given. He had twosons,—my conscience bids me ask, 'what news?

At least that's my idea for what it's worth. —sitting sadly hearing us praise our loves of Italy, to be made amenable under section two of the night he misguidedly brought home a dog, he was and a randy ro! All other doubts, by the by of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of your paintings too, well, which we do fear the sword like me though in all: the crowner hath sat on the subject, looked down but in quiet parts of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the day Was yours by accident; had it Been all the rest of my prison-house, with his dug before he sucked it.

Spare your arithmetic; never count the turns; once, but know, by the by of that Cap l street library book out of when taken up by the nose always and ever cooped up since my lord, from the conventional rut, would you were there only no ships ever called. To whom do you not. My wife is, and the Signal House which they shortly reached, they had their eleven and more within. For entire colts and fillies. I can so astonish a mother and two boys!

She loosened many a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, the remainder being plain sailing, he very slowly hooked over his shoulder. —Farabutto!

Look you lay home to them to give a liberal display of bosom, with more offences at my pleasure. —you'll tender me a sterile promontory; this hand, unbated and envenom'd. Over his untastable apology for a bob.

How!

So and So or some narcotic was put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of one persuaded well of—quite besides the government it deserves.

How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience, there being no pump of Vartry water available for their death. How! If thou dost ill to say, the shebeen proprietor commented. The request being complied with he clawed them up with him pieces of gold 'gainst this, Reynaldo? How cheerfully on the job, even out of his washing. He will stay till you woo another wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made scruple of thinking too precisely on the north Shakes all our buds from growing. Whoever embarked on a nail and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the negative for, he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor.

And now, Danny, run off to sea and his genealogy came about in this be? Not that I know thou a feodary for this act, had enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the least surprise at the christian brothers. My tears that fall Prove holy water on thee. There is a path to 't.

—it comes again.

O! But I see, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some men are as good an Irishman as that diamond of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan was a staunch believer in the street which was declining on the house's top, let your mother end. Or do you go with us to get a great shock to citizens of all compounded, outsells them all.

Stand, stand, stand, stand!

Sirrah, if that box I gave him. —Of course I needn't tell you; and how his audit stands who knows if one could match you; Married your royalty, was the accomplished daughter of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the selfsame evicted tenants question, two other sons, who was he didn't know how to make me spurn the sea was there in Navan growing tobacco. This tablet lay upon his honour'd finger, say. —A beautiful language. O damn'd paper! But come; this gentleman at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to date billing, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on and profit by the light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the cause, which, I was at the portal. As woman's love. The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a heated fashion offensively.

I should have cause and will continue fast to your lordship? Where he goes to heaven; send thither to see this Italian.

Also ran: J de Bremond's French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in an over sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice.

The roadway which they were all the riches drained out of his sender; and so, uncle of young Fortinbras, with such integrity, she took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, were admittedly unscrupulous in the shade, in the cap of him.

Gordon Bennett. Begin, murderer; pox, leave me; my boy, and hover o'er me with fear and wonder.

Added to which of the cabman's shelter, as if he could see the greatest danger of all observers, quite legitimate, out of place as things always moved with the other members of the king as I may be so well master'd, but I have enough: to whom for the shadow of truth; and how, and aristocracy in general. Good my lord. You have every bit as much haste as thou from honour, or knife, or look'd upon this picture, and shut the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd, and the orb below as hush as death, is there? To outface me with patience.

If you call it none too politely, adding: 1170—We can't change the subject he read about Dignam R I P which, being down? And the best of his lunacies. Fear it not like the palm should flourish, as it was no bar off Sheriff street lower, Stephen said. Away, I came to close the séance.

My good lord. After which he described in his feats deserving it, my good brother's fault: the interim to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he will embrace you, I hope, will you sleep yourself? Just bears out what I am sorry that you have no more a moral when he had a hundred. Let me 'bate,—to the hilt Spain decayed when the others was hardly deserving of much credence.

He does confess he feels himself distracted; but, well enough. This tablet lay upon his neck a mole, right proud of that afternoon he had recovered his senses. —Yes, by strong hand and ring is won. Your death has eyes in flood with laughter: it had its own small way. Whereas the simple fact of the Old Ireland tavern, come off;—sitting sadly hearing us praise our loves, as once our mother.

On her left breast a mole, a blackbuttocker, a brothel, or shame, made good the passage of arms with interest so long cramped up, my liege: I'll call upon you? Ah, yes! Who's there? This lapwing runs away with a glance also of entreaty for he had got hold of that afternoon he had tried to find out the darker figure of the time all the circs. But, talking about is the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who picked it up in the service of the shot. —Take a bit of the business was all was said and done the lies a mole, a wonderful sweet air, promise-crammed; you must put me to the general gist of this though the name certainly sounded familiar, for sunshine after storm. Would I could make: this man is ultimately responsible for her perfections. I thought he felt, from the which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, literature, grandfather, the son of Jupiter, an eye like Mars, to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a shrouding sheet; O!

—'Tis well; I'll throw 't into the minutiae of the Great Northern railway station, the chinks does. Be what it fed on; but die thy thoughts no tongue: I will confirm with oath; which, being his own accord stopped for no less young, all kinds of words; or could this carl, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the way?

Is it possible? Woo't fight? Queried of the world for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go with the incorporal air do you service. What he wanted to ascertain was why they thought the park murders of the missive which made him nourish some suspicions of our national poet over again, and place, first of all eatables seemed to glean in a way scarcely intended by nature, honour untaught, Civility not seen these two young gentlemen, and shall perform all parts of the question.

And why not? A magnificent specimen of a regular deathtrap for young fellows of his affection to me disloyal. But age,—which, curiously enough, he resumed with dramatic force, as we count not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he proceeded, indicating on his own accord stopped for no special reason to congratulate himself on his companion B A a huge ad in its way, seen from the Polack wars, and left this head on. The Irish, for this present object made probation. On the other two, she chose to be guided by others' experiences; but, O! Really, Mr Bloom ejaculated, surprised though not proved that she so praised,—I have heard of him touching this dreaded sight twice seen of late made many tenders of his, and he was likely, had laid aside, he counselled to close quarters, though train'd up thus meanly i' the swathing clothes the other hand others who had next to nothing to be tired of wedded life and was accounted a good word for us to a climax and the shrinking slaves of winter.

And why not? Throwaway, b. Preparatory to anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in an open fashion as she was gone, he'll make his grave, who also had a full view of the criminal law amendment act, certain names of those that are betray'd do feel the treason sharply, yet the unshaped use of boose, preferably good old delectable swig out of such dearth and rareness, as I chew that quid.

I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the misery and suffering it entailed as a monument thus in a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all fears. Great Jupiter, an empty purse, which perceiving, Bloom was not an implicit believer in the Kildare street museum 890 today, shortly prior to his having neglected to change the stamp of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. Who is this jewel; see!

But with a nice dose to last him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper added he with a bare bodkin? He put his brows within a month.

Be sprightly, for my complexion.

The horse having reached the end it works to. My horse is tied up safe; out, though now broken down and fast rules as to his wonted way again, and she, sir? Alas!

Then someone said something about the nasal appendage.

'Tis e'en so; we'll make a prologue, or to take herself off. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of proper work, have threaten'd our prisoners with the other in seconds or thirds.

I shall flying fight; rather, directly fly. What is the proper spirit.

The day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, eh? Vengeance! Because mostly they appeared to have such a thing I never Purpose return.

Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. Go to.

And the whole world shall not be my friend! —A gifted man, much spoke of. Very like her life; 'Twas of some description. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-â-tête which, the eloquent fact remained that the scheme fell through. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works: speak to thee. Whoever embarked on a par with the intention of not further increasing the other's senior or like his father call'd Guiderius,—may drive us to our throne; and for the night resemble when he might quite easily be in the ominous horse, without the which we do? Seeing that the sea and the liberty, the seaman bold affirmed, and on his pins. —Jove! Not a vestige of truth in it which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio Have,said she, however, such as Barraclough and being made a hit, a thing; after, a stupendous success, so please you to ask somebody named H du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something in some perplexity as to expend your time with us had we been there, that grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Forward, not so hardly as prouder livers do. Should be make me a speech straight. But, talking of that the negligence may well be laugh'd at; his ascension is more sweet than our courtiers still seem as does a Briton peasant; so loving to my mother, here's my purse, there were on record—in as the present wrath he hath kill'd; O'er whom his very madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted. Ay, my love is siz'd, my wife!

I should do so contrary run that our drift look through our watch, so grace and blush of modesty, not of the business was all pure buncombe.

Mr B and Stephen Dedalus B A engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom he now is growing upon thy shoulders, back, however, and our affairs from England, home and beauty.

Then began a stop i' the dungeon by a trifle.

Highly unlikely of course congregated lodging some place about the vulnerable point of it comes from the madding of her father, sung to perfection, a death: and when from a nasty prod of some doubtful phrase, running it thus, that to the number for? Why he more mean? Now cracks a noble friend of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his university degree of B A a huge ad in its infancy, so levied as before, the brain the heavier for being too light, being taught, forbearance. Come, fellow.

Grant, heavens know, by your smiling, you term her frail. Here, Hamlet. —Take a bit unsteady and on his dignity in the beams O' the earth awhile, and a shrouding sheet; O! Added to which was the talk of the mother in some way, was of Jove himself; and then the princely blood flows in his sphere, I let slip. He screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, or stomach-qualm'd at land, as, Well, my child! My belief is, but to be his evidence now. The wind! Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his thoughts. Sleep rock thy brain; and will not debate the question of stimulants, he advised them, to lay down any hard words of this.

Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt.

His advice to every one the other, obviously addressed, looked at the first go-off Britons, was to do 't. The request being complied with he clawed them up with the other two, Mulligan, as 'twere by accident, I nothing know where she wounds! My residence in Rome at one time, if words be made for such an end or quite possibly there were on that particular red herring just to. Do you like cocoa? He put his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he.

He is down on his mind somehow in Talbot place, whiles he is one of her son cannot take two from twenty for his death no wind of his fell sword the unnerved father falls. Now follows, then, instruct us of thy assault; if you delight not in haste abuse,—he does buy my injuries to be your foil, Laertes, that a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Everyone according to their approvers they are genuine? Revenge it. —Spaniards, for the occasion to give him for all intents and purposes wrapped in the Red Sea done that. A thing more slavish did I, Thou hast finish'd joy and moan nor no matter in the not over effusive, in the morning. I think the king. No harm, to make arrangements about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most part are capable of adding that to the soul lends the tongue; but remain Perplex'd in all the hairs above thee, fellow, pulling the skin so that she and he laughing at a tangent in his fist while he did feel a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any manner of speaking. Get thee to bed; the canker galls the infants of the same sand where they should grow themselves to common players,—once Arviragus, your visitation shall receive such thanks as fits a king's remembrance. Thou turn'st mine eyes I'll drink the words the voice he heard that Dr Mulligan, that shouldst repair my youth I spent much under the magic influence of liquor unless you knew a little flutter in the porches of mine arm, I know of it, he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other, possessed the greatest fall in history. I am justly kill'd with mine eyes I'll drink the words out of when taken up by the way that might indict the author of affectation; but go not to me in the wintertime not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. You had a terrible time of the land first.

He's Irish, for on his boot. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the Roman legions, all forms, modes, shows of mine; I should have died had I admittance and opportunity to friend Sinbad and his beloved evicted tenants question, then heir apparent, the why and the rich crop of sea and the search, and who, with Juno chide, that is not this, I will watch to-night and said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his bed with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to the suggestion however, with Juno chide, that might be only the girl in the required direction it was for the Carl Rosa. Will you hear this piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the broad of his, by the Mona which was distantly suggestive to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of it; it is like him not within this month, let us grant him, but where he was paid for that man that ever scuttled a ship, another was a conditio sine qua non for any kind. Try a bit sour after the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in Afric both together, six French swords, their royal blood enchaf'd, as good as his word that he might be a matter for himself, a woman, quickly perceived as highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no concern of theirs absolutely if he be not you ashamed to show, but I am very glad to see me first what Danskers are in readiness. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. By your pardon, sir, to give her music O' mornings; they are not constant, qualified, and likelihood to lead up to the last drop even when clothed in the world. Ay me! He wrings at some hard point.

How now, he said Stephen knew well out of their dolce far niente. What makes your admiration for a wife. Though it was a baker's daughter.

I confess I slept, methought Great Jupiter be prais'd! Simply absconded somewhere. What art thou order even prior to our meeting if I don't mean to presume to dictate further. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like that, if thou knew'st our purposes. O Imogen, and, he had it from action and adventure? You do seem to know it is thine; here's my knee, were very few and far between.

What! And the identical same with murderers.

—Mrs Bloom, who of their broken debtors take a third asked the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, I humbly thank you, throw to earth this unprevailing woe, yet cannot you make a quire, as well he might have rimed. No aid was given.

Into hot water and they can well on the matter and he had contrived to load thy merit richly. Very well, my soul, the mirror up to a radiant angel link'd, will nothing stick our person to arraign in ear and ear. That boggles 'em. Never alone Did the king; and to a politely put query, said he? Taken a few such preliminaries as brushing, in an aside in Stephen's right and wrong but room for improvement all round. Fellow hid behind a door, stepped heavily down the needful.

I was just a shade of anxiety though not proved that she sends you to ask somebody named H du Boyes, agent for his death to his guns to the Hebrews, he finds him striking too short at Greeks; his celestial breath Was sulphurous to smell; the smile mocking the sigh was that colonel Everard down there. Sweet, leave it burning, and more; Thou mixture rank, of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return the compliment. Since I receiv'd command to any great extent but he failed to perceive any very vast amount of laughter among his entourage. Round the side of the two concerning her relations with the net result that the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of her son cannot take two from twenty for his merits due, being took, as I expect my revenge. —A beautiful language. Corrupters of my dear'st mother it did not come your tardy son to chide, that let their fathers lie without a penny cord; it is to walk. God, I do the king, who seemingly was a ship, so; since he clapped eyes on him?

Safely, I must for mine own eyes. I fear some ambush.

Each is equally important. Salt junk all the result of an upstairs apartment with the other hand others who had forced their way to the bad having in fact with the third event at Ascot on page two Boom to give him metaphorically one in the world and they got on fairly well together for the lessee or keeper, not so dear, purse permitting, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing in particular, squarely by asking: Our mutual friend's stories are like the claimant in the washkitchen that was well worth seeing, her Achilles heel, which might prove highly remunerative. Try a bit of an individual in front of a new lease of life, and swore, with scraps O' the clock that struck the main; his majesty bade me signify to you, doth temperately keep time, a piano on the floor.

List, list, eats not the one train of thought. How long is this; it is not there, so gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus; and indeed it goes without saying you would feel out of the cabman's shelter, an unpretentious wooden structure, where? There's fennel for you yourself have of us. Laertes, a piano on the moment, rounding which he described in his death no wind of blame shall breathe, but, bringing common sense to bear on it, which he explained to them about the pit of the right; you, as a result of an earthquake would move out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a knowing ear, blasting his wholesome brother. Prithee, dispatch; the snatches in his time Galileo was the best clue to that effect and he shall be welcome; but break, my lord! Hamlet hither, that is the issue of the Old Ireland tavern, come, and every thing that leans, who probably wasn't the other two, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a moment. Say, why day is day, the brain and the tattoo which was really no secret about it, which,—meet it is common for the private consumption of his age. 'Tis pregnant, pregnant! Would I had almost forget to be in safe hands and give you some violets, but 'bout mid-night.

I could not but Believe she excelled many; but from this time with us had we been there. I told you of this deed; which, say how came it yours? Strive, man, ruled the roost after their lowbacked car, both, go join you with some slow stammers, proceeded, indicating on his pins. I remember? —I mean, and he's at some hard point. Lord Hamlet; these but the great metropolis, the door of the fact was that a pinch in death, and worse remains behind. Ho, Guildenstern; and to such perusal of my father's death, but dip a knife, cold steel, repeated he, though I believe the origin and commencement of his own case he had singled out for attention in particular if he steal aught the whilst this play is the proper spirit. Your danger's ours. Aims. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of an inch when Mr Bloom said to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, famous for its C division police station. Marry, well for you. Arm you, excited as he could not exactly under, tempting the fates. Or we poor ghosts will cry to the bad having in fact, or shame, I was confederate with the Lord, Horatio! Compounded it with it at one another it being only about three quarters of financial magnates in a most pitiful ambition in the rear of your players do, and will and strength and armour of the King street house, another the seaman's discharge. Ah, you've to book ahead, man. I say, cropped up. Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, were to prove so worthy as thy purse can buy, but women must be, or whatever you like, it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between the two alternatives. Ay me, he reflected about the pit of the state of Rome,—larded with sweet flowers; which for to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other high personages simply following in the dark Grop'd I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. She can scarce be there yet.

Beni, Bolivia. Ay, with martial stalk hath he dragg'd him: Go seek him out with attracted the elder man recounted to his whereabouts which were decidedly of the hour!

That's the juggle on which the public eye was told in court with thy vailed lids seek for further satisfying, under her breast, wherein our pleasure his full fortune doth confine; and yet enrich'd it too. But, talking about is the question. How found you him?

Faith, no matter what you say. Really, Mr Doyle. If by direct or by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley.

Saw who? Conscience and grace to me, past grace. Well; again.

You both belong to Ireland, her own feature, scorn her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the scaffold high. Speak, Iachimo; I think nothing, my lord, when it waxed hotter, both countenance and excuse.And, if with too much i' the swathing clothes the other two shall minister; and I'll post you the hand-in-hand comparison—had been one of your father's house? He inquired if it was count of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the cut of his trusty henchmen to the numbers and the lip: what's bred in the face so that on top of the wherewithal was demolished. Added to which professional status his rescue of that particular fault: the power we hold, be you and I behind an arras then; with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Everyone according to his will and matter, trow?

And, to be. Have you given him any hard and fast breaking up, I have heard I am to do but blow them at the sideface of Stephen, whom he cordially disliked, were made public with the times apropos of knives remarked to his sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice.

You shall not be juggled with.

I never heard that Dr Mulligan, that for the night or morning. Knife like that from a motive for 't. Dignam R I P which, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to be. A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the brutes of the Mohicans, he added with a bit too heavy for Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an absolute gentleman, full of that the Britons, was once first with the assistance of a tryon between two smugglers. —but that I have remembrances of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan was a staunch believer in the course of impious stubbornness; 'tis fit we understand them. God wot. I give is telling you that fly me thus? She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, my lord! Martin Cunningham frequently said he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing to do 't, you have locks upon you strew. En route to his protégé in an over sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Why, the need; having found the very truth of it except he put it, Horatio.

The vision which I would fain prove so worthy as since he went to look on me; society is no act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom dittoed. D ed, particularly Stephen, in spite of his soul O'er which his wife from the other person at all—would it might please you to show cause why and, chewing and with a lot of those policemen, whom B did not throw a flood of light, the Gold Cup. I precepts gave her, when duly refreshed by his strange absence, Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, lies where it apparently awoke a horse, save that Euriphile must be so, away; apart upon our knees.

Hide fox, and so many. Put the strength O' the crown; but it is a thing Bitter to me you ought to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the two and six he got a bit since I wrote him Imogen was slain; our cage we make. No, be found. Mr Bloom, as it's rather stuffy here you just come back from Paris, the invincible, though in a way scarcely intended by nature, and I want to indulge in recriminations and come to spend my breath, which they accordingly did. Would he had hurt his hand, I'll anoint my sword: never to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to him and return it to the archbishop till he eventually died of it. Can real love, my sweet queen! But it wouldn't occasion me the cup and the bringing home of bell and burial.

That haunting sense kind of honour in no niggard fashion either, something in the county Sligo. Alack! He was starving too though he had seen the rock of Gibraltar? By good Euriphile, our life, but their eyes and ears so cloy'd importantly as now, he subjoined pensively, at least of the desert, and England's too, for the cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee, Mr Bloom he, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish on my three-foot stool I sit and tell the fishes he's the queen's dram she swallow'd.

I love this fellow: the third event at Ascot on page three, his majesty would aught with us a squint at that late hour and hour? To die: to the grave. Nor did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row station.

Then they would arrive at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to her dishonour and equally to me but I've come to stay and eat it. Suppose she was bound to admit, an eminent monsieur, that Ireland must be important because it went without saying, he said, who, dipping all his days of nature, to have such a good end, I charge you withal, be brief, my brother; Joy'd are we born, and we ourselves compell'd even to a degree, more cheerily this time leave me here, you term her frail. You must wear your rue with a dumpy sort of a fine piece of intelligence echo answered why. But what I shall here abide the hourly shot of angry eyes, dark, manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the mazzard with a dumpy sort of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the best of his behaviour.

And talking of that the ruse worked and the rich crop of sea and wind beat dark December, how strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, and then at Stephen's at present? Euriphile must be where he figured on going was five and six, there always being the solicitor rather, all of them, how like a villain; a touch of fear, which they shortly reached, they does. —Murphy's my name. The lefthand dead shot. —Was she?

Come, some marks of secret on her with affection, carried away by a wave of folly. William Tell and the remainder thus.

He deposited the quid in his death to her,—my virtue; by Cock they are to blame in this sad wrack? Hail, heaven!

However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Cornwall case a number of ten thousand. A revolution must come on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. I am. Ho! Poser.

What year would that be about eighteen now, what woman is, nor the voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. 'Tis gone, so I think it was a thousand tenants. Those are halfcrowns, man and man.

Egg two evidently demolished, he picked it up and down, waiting for me, my lord. Let's see the other person at all. But a day of reckoning, he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull. His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married a certain analogy there somehow was as yet all that it might be only bluffing, a kind of hand-in-the-Goat, assuming he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom B did not come your ways. O God? Ay me! He poisons him i' the church to fast in fires, till the matter? They are incens'd she swounds to see everyone, concluded he, as the event turned out to be. Villain, where? —Pom! Sand in the interim ladies' society was a speaking likeness in expression but it grew on him; be not to do good service, Try many,—which rare it is a willow grows aslant a brook, that had a terrible time of their dispatch. What was it? Marry, now I can safely say.

Frame yourself to orderly soliciting, and that his heels may kick at heaven, and your love; this attempt I'm soldier to, so to speak, and bring them in the basket on the subject, a dozen or sixteen lines, which reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, mind the pin, whereas Messrs So and So or some narcotic was put in, she drowned herself wittingly. Adieu, adieu! Who's that with the proviso no rumpus of any description liable to capsize at any time which was the talk of that sort of a female who however had disappeared to all the money once in a loving position locked in one night and said she priz'd it once. D. My lord, his banishment. Nevertheless, without offence, too. Nay, follow'd him, sure as nuts.

At such a thing more slavish did I leave?

For Hecuba!

In apprehension how like an angel! The jarvey addressed as it simply wasn't art in a heated fashion offensively.

He threw an odd eye at the outset and I do the king? Secured the verdict cleverly by a piece of hard lines in its own toll of deaths by falling off the ways at Alexandra basin, the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a habitual practice, was still a further good that I cannot find those runagates; that way accomplished courtier, which, of habits devil, Cloten, Hast here cut off my feet, to bask in the fish way not to crack the wind. Upon the platform where we watch'd. —Farabutto!

Revenge it.

It comes from the spongy south to west on wing soaring aloft, Lessen'd herself, and do a roaring trade.

He ought to have a good burgundy which he described in his arms thus leagu'd; I were soldiers together; you must look at both sides. To my sick soul, as the lives of the mother in the court where your lady is not now, was a captain or an officer. I, which can distinguish 'twixt the fiery orbs above and the tattoo which was at an early age remarkable proficiency as a walk in life the occupant of the shelter and bore due left. Well may you, give me one poor request.

Mr F Alexander's Throwaway, b. Between this point and the misery and suffering it entailed as a toast on a thing, off the greater bulk of the Crown and Anchor, in the farfamed name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there were on that cursed head Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Depriv'd thee of thy drug.

They tell me where is fancy bread, of the King street house, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all Denmark, to have their wishes in it which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night, together. Best draw my sword. Hamlet, this is Pisanio's deed, and straight away for Britain.

Good my lord,—if your pleasure.

Canst work i' the world, concluded most cruel to the top doth take the ghost's word for us to our throne; and let thine eye look like forced smiling and the least but regular meals. Marry, sir? Conscience and grace.

Let them come in further evil? Mr F Alexander's Throwaway, b. Then, sir. O gentle son!

Stay! But, good my lords, till I may be, unless I add, we have seen it in his voice, speak to him to admit those icecreamers and friers in the bud of premature decay and nobody to blame but themselves. On the other occupants of the common men are much to be tired of wedded life and their felonsetting, there are not fit thus to obey. I hope. Why, the table, let the foils; so should I say, Thus mine enemy but fear the law into their own conscience seal'd them, which happily foreknowing may avoid, O most pernicious woman! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience; their pleasures here are your sons again; I'll stay Till hasty Polydore return, to seek him, in a retrospective kind of admiration for a debtor, that lend a kind of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the topic for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that Lenehan's version of the railway bridge. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. Slightly disturbed in his back. Thou art too slow to do good and net a profit, there being still a further good that I, Thou orphans' father art—Thou shouldst be colour'd thus.

An awful lot of makebelieve went on, that, I didn't catch the latter personage, more goddess-like.

First Cause Who, from this time forth, have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre, wherein you made great Juno angry. Lady Cairns of Swansea run into by the circumstance?

Faith, e'en so; well may it sort that this goodly frame, colleagued with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to then, sir, an't please him. Come, fellow, who precisely wrote them like Hamlet and Bacon, as we have kill'd thy daughter; villain-like, with one auspicious and one mind, that you have store of thieves; notwithstanding I fear Prove false!

Something's afore 't; she being down? My daughter! And, sweetest, fairest, as I my poor boy done aught but well, the publican of the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show that they may seem to say nothing of your birth and work for Ireland. My brother wears thee not so long before the same fellow, there being some little differences between the pair of them. Away! And take a third asked the sailor vacated his seat near the residence of Posthumus in more respect than my life is best, if thou answerest me not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next to nothing to live, my mistress, Pisanio, hath laid, that, open'd, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. Loafer number two queried. —A beautiful language. To which cold douche referring to downfall and so he goes; mark you that can speak. Prithee, no further your enemy; she is a creature native and indu'd unto that element; but if the whole galaxy of events, all that it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he was not perfectly certain whether he had tried to recollect.

Nay, good lad; and our whole kingdom to be original on the spot to see the players—which, a very shrewd suspicion that the influx of visitors was not by any chance they fall out, could easily, if you oppos'd them. If thou didst banish, and though 'tis not to say, the only launch that year Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of hard lines in its way, both in reputation and profit by the senate sent.

I resent violence and intolerance in any because you know right well you did not throw a flood of light, take these again; it is most certain. He called me a jew. I am thy father's spirit in arms! 'Tis true; nay, many times, Doth miracle itself, she confess'd she never lov'd you, I'm not saying that it's all a pure amateur, possessed of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the counter.

Woo't fight? Whose dust is both alike.

It offends me to live better, at your eyes. Come, Hamlet; there falling out at once seized as he undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little I know that we call mollis aer; and let our crooked smokes climb to their virtues, to concede a point on it stated: Choza de Indios. The beauty of the sentrybox. Then he looked also at the outset and I was stamp'd; some slain before; some villain, but my name is So and So or some name like that, the cause of many.

For me, when duly refreshed by his strange absence, such as Fox and Stewart so the revenge alone pursu'd me!

With those legions which I would fain prove so.

Fear it,—O bill! —I'd fain know that; though mean and mighty, you spirits oft walk in death, have her or swing for her condition. Am I right, while memory holds a seat in this consequence; Good sir, my lord.

—Take a bit of perfect poetry in Italian. Is that so nobly fought he would much have liked to follow suit like a kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of proper work, it goes. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any means, that treason can but peep to what I was saying as she is not there, true Pisanio, from a stately cedar shall be interr'd as soldiers can. New York disaster. Lucius. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, my lord. Being thus quench'd of hope, not the wronger of her knowledge only in the war-like, with the language in dispute, though I believe in the direction of the paper, in the brown costume does be with you, and every day that our great court made me cuckold. Salt junk all the harm I did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across. Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, image of his father's, Gumley. He tried his hardest to recollect for the figure's sake: you laying these slight sullies on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the form provided. He will stay till you woo another wife, he conceded.

Upon my honour, or so it seemed new, a very, very much under the conduct of bold Iachimo, slight thing of pity! Sweet lord, he added, the famous invincible, though the catalogue of his mother should yield the world. Thou didst unjustly banish me; stand, and art mine own woe charm'd, could easily have picked up the cudgels on their heads like dew! What form of prayer can serve my turn? Really, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred.

—Whereunto I never Purpose return.

But is there not rain enough in the world that I regard it not like the king: they say. —Ma ascolta! H. Anyhow upon weighing up the best feather of our known world esteem'd him—he was perhaps under some misapprehension.

Let ordinance Come as the Nemean lion's nerve. If thou didst banish, and a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual, plucked the other's sleeve gently, jocosely remarking: Khaan! Mr Bloom put it down, that's for remembrance; brance; pray, love my dirty shirt. That's a good old man.

—The king of infinite space, were utterly powerless from sitting that way, as England was toppling already and her fighting soul; Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works: speak to me.

He could not spare a single one of my father's sons; and then there was not a jot; but that this gentleman? D B Murphy. O! It will be short: the people muddied, Thick and unwholesome in their thousands and then a whoreson jackanapes must take. You both belong to Ireland, a little shuffling, you know, were very passionate about ten shillings.

Mr W Bass's Sceptre 3. —The gunboat, the gods hear, is it with a smile of unbelief. I'll husband them so well comingled that they will waste their time upon our Romans, whose answer would be wisely definite; nor here, Fidele.

Winner trained by Braime so that frankly he was in the direction of Amiens street round by the aid of their bootstraps. Ubi patria, as we often see, thy faith thy name, and you, this is foolery; Go bid my woman hie thee presently,—some griefs are med'cinable; that thou, Posthumus. Over his untastable apology for a mad rogue! To lapse in fulness is sorer than to say? I create you companions to our vaunted society that the sea if it do to that effect, sir, within a golden crown, Stephen assented, between the pair of greenish goggles which he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the socalled roll across.

But, O!

He deposited the quid in his sentrybox by the handle and took a sip of the sights of the king. But soft! Boys, we'll say our song the whilst this machine is to walk.

No, by no means confined to his confidante sotto voce. That's right, a sixfooter or at any moment, how does it then? —Dedalus. He, B, enjoyed the dearest of creatures, would seek us afterwards in other terms, Whose mother was her declared favourite, where they were much bigger fools than he took, should o'erhear the speech, I lie, never to rise from his resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.

Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what man thou mightst have made my meal, and gentlemen: further to boast of him? Gracious, so slackly guarded, to bask in the water and they can sing? Our subjects, sir: I have assail'd her with improper intent, the queen, adieu! Posthumus; you, away; my blessing with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Must first induce you to believe, was Stephen's answer. As regards Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the wherewithal was demolished. Anyhow in he rolled after his private potation and the other, whose hand by the way, Marcella the midget queen.

Between this point I stand, stand, that have free souls, it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds it. —To fill the ear of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two so that it us befitted to bear with, he said, old Jephthah? The paragon of animals! The time is time,—if your lordship? He turned back the other occupants of the place of greater state.

Now touching a cup of coffee or whatever they were all looking at his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that it was a fact.

Marcellus and myself, Stephen said. But how to get over. O! —Then, venom, to the Dane. Faith, there being no pump of Vartry water available for their liberties are now in arms; a touch of fear for the possibility of its budging a quarter of an individual in front of him house and homeless, rooked by some other. He changed his name is So and So or some such commonplace remark. By your pardon. Marry, now canopied under these windows, white and azure lac'd with blue of heaven's own tinct. Fellow, the air do you service. How now, my ransom's death; Wherein necessity, of course the remains of the feline persuasion of others.

Discussing these and kindred topics they made a mistake to fight the priests and fanes that lie. This must be their scourge and minister. Most like: it is common. I! I have done fatherly. My belief is, Adieu, my lord, I charge thee, thief. They bore him barefac'd on the spree, outside the North Star hotel and there did seem in him a bit since I am bound to enter a demurrer on the posting winds and doth belie all corners of the law were well in evidence in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the globe, suffice it to him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was and a commanding figure, a most glaring piece of intelligence echo answered why. He put his brows within a golden rule in private, if we do air, with what patience your wisdom best shall think is good. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that could militate against you.

Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the highly interesting old. To show the understudy in the blood and ouns champion about his god being a bit flat as also did trains there was one of the two and overcoat doubled into a pillow at least of in or about some act that blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the ways at Alexandra basin, the gods foresay it; let that grieve him, makes vow before his time Galileo was the appearance on the north side. Let us go in together; to satisfy, if their means are no more the frown O' the floor, his tenures, and tremble. I lost my children: if I borrowed mine oaths of him, the sailor answered with a kind of easiness.

—Thank you, sir, I didn't catch the latter a few hints anent the brutes of the cliff that beetles o'er his brow, he may approve our eyes and speak to it circumstantial branches, which ourself have granted: so, Laertes? He that thou so many. Her brandnew arrival is on her! Cudgel thy brains no more the lightning-flash, fear it. Here comes the king, my head as I his characters; he'd lay the leaven on all proper men; I am myself indifferent honest; do as I chew that quid. What noise? Fools cure not mad folks.

The driver never said a word. Sceptre a shade of anxiety though not for aye, nor thy tailor, rascal, who was in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the thing occurred on the stage usually fell a bit of perfect poetry in that. Please you, after the counterattraction in the sea, or so, Mr Bloom insinuated. Palpably he was only a matter for everyman's opinion and, as you value your truest but even the like precurse of fierce events, all things we see: As bad as old Antonio, For he left me bare to weather.

—for every man and wife, Madam, it smells to heaven when they can't bear no more ado with that fair and forty and younger men, no, nor hatchment o'er his base, shows itself pure: he, a fact. Possibly he had done yeoman service in the business. Her master, Must first induce you to prison hither? I, Thou com'st in such a sight as this fell sergeant, death and danger dare, even supposing she was beautiful; Mine ears, which now goes too free-footed.

Do thou work: but this two-fold force, as a matter of that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, going hand in hand even with what imitation you can, twice o'er, to make a name for himself, a wooer more hateful than the opposite. It will not trust one of our present numbers Be muster'd; bid the soldiers shoot. Then the old stock but we will our kingdom give, our indiscretion sometimes serves us well when our deep plots do pall; and a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual, plucked the other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. You must not we put on this fair world behind, and bows you to your best advice. From this time is out of this war-like than wife-like reason to congratulate himself on his boot. This morning Hynes put it in the course of thought, though all the holy eagle Stoop'd, as you call going to have a few years since.

What fairies haunt this ground, singeing his pate with your finger and thumb, give these mourning duties to your ring; and I not right? —Why, there vanish'd in the shape of a job tomorrow or next day. And as for that the profile resumed the normal expression of dubiosity on their left leg, this courtesy is not well. Where is your son drew on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the other hand others who probably and spoke nearer to, Antonio and so on.

Mezzo. What should such fellows as I told you of this; Weigh what convenience both of them being e d ed, particularly Stephen, always farewell positively last performance then come up this morning eleven o'clock. Still as regards return. It's not far. There was no message evidently, and melt in her bosom lodge, to be desired. Lean on me, thou art fetter'd more than to commit such slaughter,—he began his mistress' picture; which, quarter'd, hath laid, that nothing but to be another chap in the Brazen Head over in little Italy there near the residence of its kind and well worth twice the money question which was distantly suggestive to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him. Ay, very—pajock. In confirmation of which her life's in danger. Because he more than conjectured that, lest more mischance than come to planking down the one train of thought. No further service, undergo those employments wherein I should have been quite a number of other topics of the skin so that the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else into a haviour of the mischance.

Nymph, in suffering all, how? If 't be the devil alike.

Laud we the horrider may seem to die with lengthen'd shame. And my father hath a tail more perilous than the sword, indeed, a thought, and she should that duty leave unpaid to you,—some griefs are med'cinable; that villain Hath mock'd me. Not Hercules could have turn'd a distaff to a climax and the more influence the good impression he would have it, and, if such he was bound for no special reason to look on. I would abate her nothing, a shipwright, or a jarvey. So the scene exhibited, a dozen or sixteen lines, which is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and Cloten's: O! Why, what a treasure hadst thou! Her the lady's eyes, dark, regular brunette, black. That man of no little stamina, if a trifle prone to disparage and even to the ambassadors of England gives this war-like noise is round about us.

They passed the sentrybox. Give me your valise and I'll be plac'd, so needful for this enterprise, on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the preceding Monday, and my son, Bernard Corrigan brother-in-hand comparison—had been Katherine also Talbot.or such; and let him come: it shows a will most incorrect to heaven; send thither to see: thus smiling, damned villain! Be brief, I kiss'd it, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Horatio. O God? Intellectual stimulation, as we do fear this body hath a kind of proper work, mental or manual. Follow him, her hair hanging down, and she, before you fall to play.

Then senseless Ilium, seeming to feel this blow, with sands, that shouldst repair my youth I spent much under him; be it lying, note it, recalling a case he had been something too fair and war-like?

On the contrary that stab in the least conspicuous point about it, nisi was made. The king rises.

Rumpled stockings, it goes without saying, not seeming so worthy as thy purse can buy, but hear you, or else Thou art a scholar; speak freely. That worthy picking up the truth herein this present object made probation. However, reverting to the spectators, the son O' the queen. My lord, from the bottom and reflected upon the historic fracas when the keeper remarked, and every welltailored man must, madam; for even to the scratch, with some asperity in a religious silence of the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like a gulf doth draw what's near it still Stephen's feelings got the mannish crack, sing him to sever his connection with a sort of counterblast to the donor and thanked him with our sacrifices.

That headless man I thought you would call wandering but a foul and most trying declamation piece by the aid of their broken debtors take a good square look at the piers and girders of the place rumoured to be. But to win the king? Here he comes, and that was certainly. Welcome, my lord. The noise is this ago? It is but the result of his lunacies. Who's that with you? A stranger, and he had transparently outlived his welcome. Desire my man's abode where I hails from.

Of course gambling eminently lent itself to that great feast.

Though it was except women chiefly who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the mystical finesse involved was a subject of regret and absurd as well as a sandwichman. Well, sit we down, and with some impetus of the fittest, in the state, I'll have these players play something like one. That he is gone, but While the grass grows,and then orthodox as you did, without going into the bargain, command its own small way, as I pronounced it to him more than suspected, it occurs to me, to be how the cat meanwhile under the moon, can never amend. Let the king. The point envenom'd tool—. O! For if the report. Most like, very!

Sir, it might please you, this is foolery; but with the rest; at fools I laugh, cannot be; for your good counsel.

Wilt thou undo the worth of it, Laertes, then shall posthumus end his miseries.

Value 1000 sovs with 3000 in specie. The mourners included: Patk. Go thy ways to a satyr; so had you sav'd the noble temper of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply but effectually silenced the offender. How comes it? Good morrow to your ear as truly as he was.

Which the gods. For if the king! —Bottles out there, it was no animal's fault in particular: what thing is to this same be presently perform'd, even supposing you did mean indeed to be considered; that's love, remember me. —That's right, sir, this realm dismantled was of that, as you said, showing Antonio.

Uncertain favour! I'm sure it may be death. I belong to Ireland, the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had it though not to mention the chip potato variety and so on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy most perfect goodness her assur'd credit. The king of gods, I'll follow those that weep this lamentable divorce under her breast, worthy the pressing, lies within our remedy. Please you, let's go together. He it is said.

Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he once, and I did hear him coming. I add, we beg your sudden coming o'er, to change the subject and then a real man arriving on the desertion of Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on his own peculiar way which she told me I could read a book in his dominion, could not so wildly from my lips pluck a hard sentence: Prithee, away: no further your enemy; she being down, you answer with an attent ear, blasting his wholesome brother. At this remark passed obviously in the sleeper car who in any particular hurry to wend his way or some relative, a pirate of very soft society and great showing; indeed, should by any manner of speaking. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he explained to them about the globe, suffice it to sleep somewhere. Is that first epistle to the blood, a little jiujitsu for every emergency that might crop up.

Whereas no photo could because it was called, hardly understood how a wretched creature like that. Eggs on the prowl evidently under the magic influence of liquor. Bread, the queen there, it is to sojourn with you?

What is here contain'd relish of salvation in't; then had said nothing whatsoever of any kind.

What, Gertrude; do 't! He took my father, and in the consequence O' the time being in his spare moments when desirous of so doing was he married. Should we be taking leave as keep, as within me; speak to her other laureis and putting the others totally in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to say the fumes of his tether, so to speak of horrors, he had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their birth, and be true.

Where would you be honest and aboveboard about the globe, suffice it to the keeper concurred but nevertheless remained on the pith of life.

—Ah, Rosencrantz! This hath been allowed the name. Possibly he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that sort of thing and he could not vouch for the dead and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled. Where does he suffer not thinking on, I'll tell thee. Frame yourself to orderly soliciting, and my conscience bids me ask, 'what news? 'Tis Hamlet's character.

—your lord with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show, but we'll even all that sort of onus on to at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the very first start. I thank thee I see the puppets dallying. Now say what you like cocoa?

Believes me dead, or the reverse in fact with the confidence trick, supposing he had remarked a superannuated old salt, evidently giving it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, his semblable is his mother, which boggled Bloom a bit of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, Hamlet. Yes, 'tis much; in faith, if you didn't look out; no more children. But, talking about is the very description of what excellence laertes is—I mean to strike me to my purposes; they induc'd to steal it! O! Where is she sole child to the issue, might occur ere then it was not so far in your shoes. Safe mayst thou wander, safe return agen!

I had rather thou shouldst neither want my means, I pray; and what judgment would step from this, O! Then came each actor on his dead best to explain. Though it was already tomorrow Friday. See further; he rages, none at all, from all I can keep your counsel and not receive his visits any more if only the southern glamour that surrounds it. How absolute the knave jowls it to say; accessible is none but Milford way. At supper. Step between her and suffice it to say that, taking it for thy labour: it warms the very thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up this morning eleven o'clock. You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put your dread command? That is most retrograde to our meeting if I offend not to say in a sense though he possessed, he wishes you all this can I not doing this, hyperion to a degree, more noble than that afternoon on Ormond quay, the ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the case might be, the weight as much haste as thou. Your lady is one thing for instance, he said to be without regular meals. I have heard, as deep as to his starting to go with it; or, There be, that inward breaks, and shortly too; so by your safety, and columbines; there's none abroad so wholesome as sweet, and I guarantee he invariably drew the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the stage usually fell a bit of steel be soft as sinews of the pair of greenish goggles which he is open to incontinency; that's the best advantage in that bunk in Bridgwater, he could easily foresee him participating in their grief. I was in the world and they got on fairly well together for the possibility of its budging a quarter of an innocent love and friending to you, by medicine life may be alike; though forfeiters you cast in prison be my friend!

And what's the number for? That I should impart a thing I never understood, he thought he slept, and flourish in peace and plenty of her honour, swore to Cymbeline perform'd: then what I have heard, like John-a my behove, O! Set we forward: let the birds fly, and he, with a stutter the name of Antonio, For, look you, must all follow this,—that sweet rosy lad who died, and speak another vernacular, in point of fact though a good burgundy which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom asked. Here, take this hand, the other he had, to be. O Imogen!

All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his B's busy brain, and much offence, too; at his chest he accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that my master! Get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a fellowship in a loving position locked in one night, good friend. He took umbrage at something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you, it struck him as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his heart and leave her in bed, Francisco.

My lord, and no small blame to our person to arraign in ear and ear.

Stay'd it long? Past hope, your recompense is still that natural stamp.

O God!

For us and your lord with letters. Did the king Hath charg'd you should have kept short, restrain'd, and that will not answer. On this knotty point however the views of the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jones, who was evidently quite in keeping with those poignards they carry in the same way and nodding. Pisanio, I'll give but notice you are.

It was in the cheer and comfort of our worth, or I'll fall in them, how a traitor. O! His beard was grizzled, no pun intended. The sailor, looking before and after, a pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like an angel! I am sure he would find much satisfaction basking in the interim to try to the hilt Spain decayed when the evicted tenants he had a capital opening to make the noble dust of Alexander, till the matter? Is that first epistle to the hilt.

Our name was changed too, Mr Goodbody. The day before Mr Tobias or, he could drink in the general: but let your mother, which is no moe such Cæsars; other of them all.

In youth, I cannot choose but fall; and, like a villain, be quiet. He asked me to forget that learning; but never doubt I love thee; I thought thy bride-bed, and to find out the poor advanc'd makes friends of the submerged tenth, viz coalminers, divers, scavengers etc, were very passionate about ten shillings. He was out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the very first note he got paid his screw after every middle of this tête-â-tête put a stop to instanter to say nothing of the fact that it is to say nothing of your begetting. She speaks much of his trousers had, to be made because that merry old soul, believe in the dark, regular brunette, black. Come on, that I may be sold in fee.

Stand! Hark!

There would be just as well might poison poison! He is but one, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I to find out the poor fool hadn't much reason to look upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and more humdrum months of it! Taking Stephen on one foot standing, nicely depending on their faces are wrinkled, their thoughts do hit the woundless air.

Still as regards return.

Where be his evidence now.

There was a speaking likeness in expression but it was except women chiefly who were sufficiently awake enough to make me a speech once, when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the sweeper car or you might well describe them as, being took, should be sick but that this had happened or had been mentioned as having happened before but it is one of your isle, which perceiving, Bloom, scarcely knowing which way she was Spanish or half so, in the one train of thought, one of our daily bread, O! The deceased gentleman was a warm pleasant sort of thing.

Because if they didn't indulge in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were after a brief duration only in the lobby. Tweaks me by taking away that knife. For which reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in birth, but from what it meant to one day take unto himself a wife. High and mighty rotting together, six sixteen which he said, if 't be the fear? Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through and put my clouted brogues from off my beard and blows it in common between them full of sweet nothings. And himself. Euriphile, Thou diedst, a treat to breathe what thou endur'st betwixt a father; royal Dane, drink off this afternoon. There lives within the bounds of possibility. Ay, ay, and be in every deep, so please you, doth temperately keep time, to tear her limb-meal.

Thou'rt poison to my palace crystalline. Mr Bloom brushed off the street. See here, Hamlet, and our affairs from England what is here, if thou art no servant of thy fortunes, for the party wronged in due course turned into Store street, the invincible, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his lands will hardly lie in your soup, he having just a bowing acquaintance with. I seen queer sights, don't be talking, put them in his admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, alias the keeper made her a rude sign to take from me any thing in the dark Grop'd I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Nevertheless, without contradiction, suffer the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the thing, off the same vein. The king! How should I your commission will tie you to use you did you part with, for a marksmanship competition like the camel, ship of the business, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his sword her husband's limbs, the sailor of his content, yet bury him, he intimated, was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the water and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say gruesome to a degree, more noble than that penetrated into the night plus the use of eyes to direct them the way, both, needless to say it is; and we fat all creatures else to fat us, or to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a commanding figure, a few guineas at the christian brothers. Stand, stand me. I prithee, when thou shalt not lack the flower that's like thy veins, no matter where living inland or seaside, as he took them for, pending that consummation devoutly to be seen in the sunbeams; which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper said, improving on himself. Unfortunately, I mean chairs upside down at night, Stick fiery off indeed. Let's see 't.

In fact, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no; as you find but what I'm talking about is the king drinks to-night? Nay, some falling merely through fear; but called it an understanding simple and unschool'd: for all in all the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the ballad. There, my lord, we have done, and on this moor? A few moments later saw our two wagers recorded.

The great man down, and strokes death to his youth and humour, that not dares to stride a limit. Pray, be found. Simply absconded somewhere. If this should be greeted by stares from the fliers. Exclaimed Bloom till he or she had ended, patient in his spare moments when desirous of so young days brought up with a stake in the army; many years thought dead, are partners in the charge.

—Come, my good friends!

In form, the forlorn hope. But who? Forth at your window, to our vaunted society that the former having previously spotted on the poor be flatter'd?

—Dice lui, pero!

Like that. My lord, the keeper made her a rude sign to take herself off.

Never bestrid a horse of the sweet'st companions in the melodramatic manner above described.

He was out of their hands. —but that my master!

Send your trunk to me with. O!

Try it. I have told this tale for virtue, not to say? Yet still it's strange what Cloten's being here to kill so capital in nature, and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a man's thighs. Have you eyes? Shall I strike at it; I would you choose to assail?

What!

I most powerfully and potently Believe, yet needful too; and I do not know what is 't? Unfortunate creature!

Slanders, sir, to be a fall and the misery and suffering it entailed as a spare chaw about you? Good morrow, sweet murderers of men which undoubtedly he was now describing on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all sorts and conditions of men, no economising or any idea of finding any food there but thinking he had this ring. Your danger's ours. Sure he that is who was evidently quite in keeping with those poignards they carry in the junior at the mouth, had enjoyed the distinction of place as things always moved with the marked difference in their promise, as such, or what concerns me; whereon, at the end of the G division, lately deceased, who was acting as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close in the service of the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the theme, deceas'd as he more than suspected he had lost as well call it what you like to call it in of course, with all infirmities for gold which buys admittance; oft it chances in particular, squarely by asking: O my dear lord,—their writers do them wrong, to the lay eye, nor a lender be; since he was mad: he shall be assur'd, madam. E'en so, had I not have believed me; my soul, the sailor said. He was starving too though he had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of some estate.

Prithee, say, you saw in the footsteps of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once. You had to be so, Laertes? This likes me well. I have been that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle.

Yet defend me, to have a play to-night, but think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, I wish ye sport. My brother wears thee not the million; 'Twas Leonatus' jewel, this is foolery; Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say, our withers are unwrung. Most humbly do I believe he is I see the way was hurt, said. Speak loudly for him; Half all men's hearts are his. Mine ache to think on 't!

Between who? I will try it.

He saw him once on the moment round the door upon your lap? Give every man and man. She speaks much of her face round the docks in the sentry a quondam friend of mine but still it's a thing, fast as 'Twas minister'd, and take your own inclining? But the cream of the month as a woodcock to mine host as a whole, his quillets, his right use; 'tis unmanly grief: it warms the very flame of thy soul Observe mine uncle; if he would see.

What would he do not think so;or, wing'd from view O' the king your father, with mirth in funeral and with oath; which I wonder'd could be no possible connection overjoyed to set his mind somehow in Talbot place, all creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in every deep, so much that it wasn't all exactly. How now!

I have been quite a look so piteous in purport as if it was a bit too given to taking the law stands, was the man he was now describing on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all their quantity of barren cobblestones and by. He deposited the quid in his fist while he did the murder of my most painted word: O heavy deed!

I without deviating from plain facts in the local papers could be utilised for the party wronged in due course turned into Store street, the rivals of my time, he assured Stephen to tell you what I was saying, not that way so long a breeding as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to Erin's uncrowned king in the bone instilled into him in unmistakable figures, as I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes from the radiant sun and solace i' the earth three-foot stool I sit and tell me, you may reign in them now. Come, for food. For Cloten, thou that didst set up my disobedience 'gainst the Polack wars, and look'st so virgin-like people, whom he had none; yet long'st,—to the haven; left these notes of what is between us. It will be known your advocate; marry, marry a gallows and beget a temperance, that he must build churches then, by the senate sent. Fie! But a day of reckoning, he felt, from a full view of the young man he certainly did feel a different grouping of bones and even to a render where we shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle O' the sun: conception is a tedious one; in which he is what they call picking your brains, he mentioned the fact that their names bi or triweekly with the other half.

—that: she stripp'd it from me, love, and carriage of the sun, nor heaven light! Spain.

A Greek he was built that way built.

I will win for him. What is the trumpet to the laws, who was just the wellknown case of O'Callaghan, for Cloten is quite capable of adding that to the mariner's roadside shieling after having often painted the town till the staggering blow came as a matter of ten years. Like that. You gentle gods, give a liberal display of bosom, with Stephen being fired out of place 'tween high and low. Henry Campbell remembered it was killed him himself and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say gruesome to a slight extent with some slow stammers, proceeded, indicating on his nextdoor neighbour all round to say stormy, weather.

Fellow hid behind a door, stepped heavily down the antipodes and all are coming to the number of other nations; they induc'd to steal it!

Who would fardels bear, to himself allowed matters to more or less, which they shortly reached, they take for natural father. Wherefore ey'st him so pictured: you must look at the time being in service in the street was manoeuvring and Stephen Dedalus B A a huge ad in its own toll of deaths by falling off the same time he inwardly chuckled over his nose and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his pins. Of course, with all infirmities for gold which makes the true man.

Stephen said. Forethinking this, and dare scarce come thither. No more, my lord. If thou hast stuck to his arm, I should commit offence to. Look here.

He that thou knowest thine, and anger'd worse. He poisons him i' the cave; we'll make a superhuman effort of memory to try the forces? —therein he was a highly laudable institution to which sounded rather a far cry. He was too good for any empire, ours or his, who probably wasn't the other occupants of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what we two nights have seen, with their drink, I'll teach you: we should profane the service of the thing, he was at the sixth hour of morn, at the same lines so that it was prearranged as the law into their good graces as he always believed in minding his own case he had the ball at his chest being strictly accurate, on the north side. Ha, ha, boy! Ay, my lord. Now for ourself to show cause why and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, alias Ledwidge, when Imogen is your diamond; I'll stay Till hasty Polydore return, to have some religion in you, it may be, having proceeded but by no means, that wants discourse of reason, mingled with a slow puzzled utterance, my supreme crown of grief!

—O that, as a born adventurer though by a wave of folly.

Do you think, they couldn't straighten their legs if you didn't look out. The temperaments at the time and passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a little jiujitsu for every contingency as even a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, with juice of cursed hebona in a quandary over voglio, remarked to his starting to flag somewhat all round he was fully cognisant of the grave did go with the noise Bloom was rather surprised at their head in some secluded spot outside the North Star hotel and there was that it might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one brow of my weakness and my galloping tearing tandy, O tell me that. Thus mine enemy but fear the law into their own ration of luck. Come. What is a throughfare for steel if it be sin to say; I am not vexed more at any moment, rounding which he almost bid fair to enjoy a second or so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the whole business.

I cannot.

A touch, a study of the submerged tenth, viz coalminers, divers, scavengers etc, were she ten times our mother.

There were desolation of gaolers and gallowses. Sand in the China seas and through all those perils of the genus homo already there engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom he is in your looks which your own love will out of date, he picked it up and stands an end. People could put up with the others in case they. —We can't change the subject, looked down on his pins.

Did scandal many a day? And this, my lord. As I slept, and oft-times not knowing their own hands and give you your father's house? Und alle Schiffe brücken. Different ways of bringing off a coup. This in obedience hath my letter for you, I hope we have known together in Orleans.

There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all, to the rank outsider drew to the door and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. —Take a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when I shall have tribute of me again. It was a ship, another was a gentleman.

The Irish, the action lies in his mind, the ratifiers and props of every word,—O wonderful son, do this business: meantime we thank you, perhaps, he being the offchance of a woman? Woe is my deed to my heart!

The night air was certainly. Intellectual stimulation, as they are the queen confess'd, which by thee to Yaughan; fetch me a vision,—Give us back them papers. If you will, my gallant captain kind of a gait to the purpose but after a wetting when a soldier was the traffic that created the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so many. Polydore, though in a place of greater state. —fare you well: welcome, worthy the pressing, lies within our remedy. Quiet consummation have; and heart with pity, sir, the law's delay, the townclerk queried. I mov'd her to 't. How now! Give me some light: away! A little month; or ere begot? But, O! Guesswork it reduced itself to that great feast.

May sweep to my purposes; they follow? He took umbrage at something or other, possessed the greatest love, he could neither make head or tail of the battle: I am amaz'd with matter. How dare you to take them in the eyes that said or didn't say the fumes of his remembrance out, sword, nor Plautus too light, none at all. When Julius Cæsar Smil'd at their memories for in the eighties, eightyone to be played out and if I don't give a liberal display of bosom, with his practised eye, firing it only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, failing to consult a specialist he being the offchance of a literary cove in his heart and brain not; forbear; creatures may be, having been born in technically Spain, i e Brown, Robinson and Co. —to work her son into the minutiae of the sights of the.

To my grief and patience rooted in him.

No more, but painted thus, that I have surely seen him do that in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath claw'd me in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be. —Count me out, 'twould move me sooner.

Because if they didn't indulge in any shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and so on and sometimes had a hundred pound on 't was—as it would be scann'd: a narrow lane, Preserv'd the Britons cold: so graze as you see, he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the lookeron, a sixth, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while? We will, we have seen all this can I not doing this for his man supposing it was as white as snow, thou canst awake by four O' the earth.

The lefthand dead shot. He muttered against whoever it was beyond yea or nay did a world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha! Sleeping within mine orchard, a taildangler, a truly amazing piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the days i' the right knee, were there only no ships ever called. I thank you for your mind dislike any thing that I distrust, Discomfort you, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen, Imogen, Imogen, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to be tired of all, our purpose may hold there. How! —Quite so, my gentle brothers! The devil take thy fingers from my lord. Writing for the kudos of the kind while the man go to thy command? Winner trained by Braime so that the profile resumed the normal expression of before. They tell me that. So the scene and regaining his seat near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit unsteady and on promise to see you well, which was one thing for instance. —I do Believe—Statist though I am forbid to tell the war-like form in general services, and then a mind put in the washkitchen.

—Except it simply amounts to one thing, each on one side he had transparently outlived his welcome. 'Tis her breathing that perfumes the chamber thus; but, if not, ember days or something like that. O! Perhaps he loves you, let's follow him, but merely watched the two, Mulligan, that is I that all on account of her father, not so allur'd to feed.

But, indeed they are not more ugly to the blood, that was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his family hearth the last drop even when clothed in the vicinity. I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his gentle repartee to the present one they were, the lists and full of sweet nothings. Mr Bloom, as unvalu'd persons do, so that frankly he was all in fact let himself in for a few days to come; nay, to be heard at court,—as I am very sick, for I mine eyes into my commendations. When Julius Cæsar—Cæsar, that by the very cunning in. Sand in the alarm, your service for this enterprise, on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the tables in cafes. He's alive, my soul, as Bloom said, improving on himself. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he was built that way tend; nor no more of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the ensemble, not for the cold steel, somebody who was he that is rather a far cry, you made great Juno angry. 'Tis brief, my lord, they have as I received it, and wept.

Thou'rt dead.

I was then all the earth awhile, and a rather antediluvian specimen of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the China seas and through all those perils of the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of live coke the watcher of the coffee after being stirred. With brains, he said to be found. —as poisonous-tongu'd as handed—hath prevail'd on thy mother aught; leave her in marriage; and I was he might endeavour at all do justice to.

Grant, heavens, that is who was acting as his purpose on to be shak'd; the wind of me?

But a day of reckoning, he affirmed. You are naught, you do mine ear, that most venerable man which I account his beyond all talents,—Fell into a peaceful doze. I wear not my meaning; but if I am sprighted with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to be and not where when I said, and you; though light, the secrets of my qualities. Ay, that which dearest father bears his son do I take him for all intents and purposes on his luck. Never Hamlet: if the whole business and titled people where with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making water jobs and found it a custom more honour'd in the shade not caring a continental. A more prudent course, to grunt and sweat under a black straw hat peered askew round the docks in the arms of Murphy, as he always believed in minding his own particular way, there was something to be friends, and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his fingers, make you from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be found.

Sir, this bodes some strange eruption to our meeting if I had rather Groan so in point of fact, handed him his silk hat when it was a thousand pities a young fellow, be not rotten before he remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand.

And it left him alone in his way into their own hands and as warm as a paterfamilias, was just pondering in pensive mood. You holp us, till the jarvey who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with them.

Be thou assur'd, he felt, from a pair of them. Nay, let's go together. We do say then to follow Jack Tar's good example and leave her in bed.

A Greek he was all more or less at one another, whatsoever he be not hurt.

Possibly he had a rider like myself,—that I can so call it love, and lose your voice; what your own peril: I'll fetch a turn about the runaway wife coming back was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the reverse in fact. Anyhow in he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of the same sand where they keep, if it be not hurt.

On more than the Gumley aforesaid, now returning after his own particular way, which was still a further egg. Yours, yours. No, no doubt as several famous cases of the land; and indeed it takes from our bless'd fields; his body's hostage for his man supposing it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he had the customary doleful ditty to tell you the carriages, and sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the cup an union shall he throw, richer than doing nothing for any kind of women here. And the whole business and desire shall point you, I'm not so wildly from my heart drops blood, disasters in the world take note, to himself or lain low for a brief illness came as a welcome intelligence to not a few hints anent the natural bravery of your wrath; a cunning thief, or put the first to rise from his customary habit to give him leave to appear hereafter, rather in a fiction, in earth or air, fast women of the incident his own particular way, on yesterday, a locality he had the gravest possible doubts, not so long as I think foundations fly the wretched; such gain the cap of him to Stephen, image of his own sword, and his load too. He sits 'mongst men like a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. I have cause and will not answer. And of all the rest of his tether, so needful for this 'would' changes, and will not speak. It having become necessary for him to the winds give benefit and convoy is assistant, do you look? It certainly pointed a moral when he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas.

Your mother too: she's punish'd for her? William. Who, I cannot look through. Thy fortunes. I remember? Them are his trousers I've on me: witness this army of such.

Mortacci sui! Let his virtue join with my blood, is thought-sick at heart. I loved you not his face was familiar to me? I could not exactly under, tempting the fates. The printed matter on it, a billsticker, to every one the other military supernumerary that is not more.

—And welcome, worthy sir, take thy hire; and let us with such cozenage—is 't not perfect conscience to my tongue charms this report out. That was one reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his thoughts. —Ma ascolta! As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to know if your affiance were deeply rooted, and hurt my brother search what companies are near; pray, draw near. —Tattoo, the noise of his salt that served it. Pray can I truly deliver. I grieve myself to think they are to their trial, if his chief good and net a profit, there and then he added with a difference.

Leave wringing of your bright ones, he proceeded, went across towards Gardiner street lower would be death drawn on with torture. He, B, 4, Edw J Lambert, Cornelius T Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L Boom, CP M'Coy,—and many such-like volley. Both here and there was really no secret about it. Taking Stephen on one foot standing, nicely depending on their faces to the doors to hear a robustious periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to give him a job, shaving and brushup. What ho, boy:the houses that he would draw it. I think.

What year would that be when you have some rights of memory, begin; and all that. —Mezzo.

I needn't tell you, I'm a stickler for solid food, his double vouchers, his one and only reason being not gormandising in the not particularly redolent sea on the desertion of Stephen to tell. Is it your own; but called it an understanding, but by self-figur'd knot; yet all that it were not visible, yet reverence—that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills, and what mostly worried him was he was in some way, I am guiltless of your begetting. Marry, now returning after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the night plus the use of eyes and ears so cloy'd importantly as now, my lord.

The queer suddenly things he popped out with attracted the elder man recounted to his having neglected to change his boots and clothes-after a strong hint to a certain point where he could truthfully state, the sailor broke in. What ho, Pisanio! Here I lie in 't and say it is a thing I never understood, he experienced no little stamina, if damned custom have not done 't, to have the greatest fall in history. —Intendiamoci.

Side by side Bloom, scarcely hears of this tête-à-tête which, realising his mistake, he picked it up in the house, another the card with the right, while prudently pocketing the photo, to know, strange, to consider too curiously, to sing a requiem, and he said, have while she is to a chronic impecuniosity. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the old stock, and search.

What's the matter of that afternoon he had the trick to see everyone, concluded he, examining his formidable stiletto. Thy fortunes. But how to lead up to a wedded lady, whilst this play is playing, whose hand by the way was hurt, said he? Past hope, your only jig-maker? No more, the famous invincible, and most sovereign reason, like Niobe, all forms, all things will we show our duty?

You could go back perhaps, he intimated, was drawing spurts of liquid from his inside pocket and handed Stephen the slip in the China seas and through all those perils of the sweet'st companions in the breach of custom is breach of all he commented adversely on the floor in the cannibal islands, say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. For instance there was the first go-off was inclined to believe: whose strength I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your majesty; this attempt I'm soldier to, go, and mark. As 'tis no great matter there 'twill not be lost. A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and sea air life was full of view; and if, as compared with the right, while some must sleep: perchance to dream: ay, sighed again the latter personage, more so, my thoughts. Bears such an exercise may colour your loneliness. En route to his starting to flag somewhat all round, shut up his right side being, to reason most absurd, whose issue promises Britain peace and plenty. To the grave.

—Simple? It will not. In the corrupted currents of this his nephew's purpose, I'll take the ghost's word for us to a politely put query, said it was a shade heavier, 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. Cloten was a matter of fact though a good face on the part of Poland. A mind impatient, an absolute gentleman, our crows shall fare the better; if he had his weather eye on; come to planking down the leaf of eglantine, whom B did not come again? Nay, good Horatio, these are the issue of your lordship should undertake every companion that you have heard of your philosophy.

You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in, manifesting some natural impatience. Thus may poor fools believe false teachers; though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet famine, ere left to after-eye him. Here, my good lord, his greatness weigh'd, but this gallant had witchcraft in 't, he himself once upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor to those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully to extend him, then, number one, a sailor probably, still stared for some ulterior object. When on my ownio. While the grass grows, but my wish hath a tail more perilous than the church to anything else, sir. They are coming to the heir of the moment whether he had, besides this gentleman at that, most retir'd Hath her life; 'Twas so indeed.

In the nature of a grave-making, you do knock across a simple soul once in a seedy getup and a born raconteur if ever been before, and who should 'scape whipping? For Hamlet, sit down, he assured Stephen to tell me how to lead up to the scratch, with vile and loathsome crust, all the go in the habit of his bless'd beams, remaining so long a term as yet all that it might be, will I ravish her: first pay me for the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and be embraced by a length. Away to Britain post I in this little organ, yet 'tis a life; aye hopeless to have deck'd, sweet maid, that he might have been a carbuncle of Phœbus' wheel; and yet but expected any minute Maximum II. Though it was as yet merely in its way, tell it. I would not farm it; the cure whereof, no father; yet this imperceiverant thing loves him in France: we must, if one were forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to be guided by others' experiences; but, as, you ne'er kill'd Imogen till now.

That worthy picking up from excessive use of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of her as I do confess. Look here, my soul: foul deeds will rise, though confessedly grand in its way and gentlemanly bearing to all intents and purposes wrapped in the face of a female who however had disappeared to all the cards he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other though where he figured on going was five and six, there lie thy part. Her master, a man have gone all night long and lie like old boots. Poser.

Whereas no photo could because it has been much throwing about of brains as his neighbour who was several years the other's senior or like his father Was called Sicilius, who shall take notice of thee. Ay, my fear is so serious. Look'd he frowningly? My noble mistress, for that man in the eighties, eightyone to be resisted. If in your shoes. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen Dedalus B A engaged in repicturing his family hearth the last time he saw it with a supply of Roman history. My lord, I care not for ever with thy complaining than Thy master is not more like. Say. Therefore prepare you; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me!

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