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airbrushfather · 11 months ago
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TOM SCOTT QUITTING YOUTUBE ON JANUARY 1ST???? WHAT A WIN TO START A YEAR 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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pikablob · 1 year ago
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Hot take for Steven Universe
I really hate the "the diamonds are an allegory for bigoted parents and therefore everything they did was okay actually" take that's become popular since the finale.
Now, to preface this, obviously I don't want Steven to start going around stabbing people. I don't think Bismuth was wrong in her anger at the diamonds, but SU is fundamentally a show about understanding and love triumphing, where everyone is capable of changing for the better. The diamonds aren't written as the kind of cartoon villains where you can just punt them into the sun and be done with it. So no, I didn't want this to end with the literal child, who's whole thing is seeing the good in everyone and helping them break harmful mindsets, to suddenly decide murder is okay.
What I did want is for an actual resolution to the diamonds' arcs where they have to make that change. Like, they spent milennia running an oppressive space empire where people who step an inch out of line are executed, that directly harmed every single one of our main characters - their treatment of Pink/Rose and Steven mirroring how some parents treat queer kids, while a good theme on its own, doesn't erase that. Even within that context, as someone who lived through something close to what it's referencing, the diamonds should need to really prove they've changed. Like, the allegory is there, but it's not all they did and the rest of what they did is so much more awful that reducing them to just the allegory doesn't work.
I think the real heart of the problem is not that Steven didn't beat up the diamonds; it's that the diamonds don't actually have to undergo any real change or redemption. Blue and Yellow realise Steven has Pink's gem, and then just assume everything can go back to normal - okay, sure, that's a way in - but where's the moment when they realise they're wrong? Where's the moment when they really have to work towards being a better person and realising their mindset was harmful the way characters like Peridot did?
It just isn't really there; the moment it starts, White steps in, and then White pulls Steven's gem out and starts laughing and then... she's just good now? We go straight into them healing the corrupted gems, and everything's okay now.
Except, it's not okay; there's a whole extra movie and season about how not okay things are. Except the movie is about the lingering effects of Pink's awfulness and it and the series are all about how Steven's loved ones failed him actually and all the fun in the series actually wasn't fun and everyone sucks. They start from a baseline of "the diamonds are kinda hard to get on with but they're good now" - we basically skipped over the kind of emotional shift and growth that was downright necessary for the diamonds' arc to feel satisfying.
So no, I don't think people are wrong to be upset that the main villains got off too lightly, and as a queer kid who had to go NC with an unaccepting parent, I don't think the whole queer-family-allegory thing means the ending is suddenly okay.
If anything, I think the real problem is the show mis-spending its runtime. And I know that it was cut short, and that Rebecca had to fight for every inch of queer rep, and I appreciate that. But I think it's just a badly paced show at times, and it cut things it really needed to keep (giving the diamonds an actual arc) in favour of things it didn't need (Future, in this case).
Name a fandom or franchise in an ask, and I’ll give you a random hot take I have for it
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shepard-ram · 3 years ago
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💐 OKAY SO LIKE. scu!Tommy. is he evil? yeah technically. is he also just a little guy? ABSOLUTELY. i want to take him to a baseball game and buy him popcorn and then punt him into the sun a little. but i can’t do any of those things due to obstacles such as the fact that he is a fictional character, therefore i will write headcanons for him instead.
so predictably, i would be like “yandere material” but like. how are you gonna be a yandere in the apocalypse. think abt it: you can’t kill people who look at your darling the wrong way or find a super secure safe place to hide them in because the world has literally ended and there are no people or safe places. SO INSTEAD WE GET A CLINGY LITTLE GUY!!!
(NOTE: this involves spoilers for the slimecicle 100 days in a hardcore apocalypse video, mentions of cannibalism + death, general zombie stuff, etc. etc.)
- there are two ways this could go: either you’re a zombie or someone who’s like immune to the zombie virus (like him maybe??) because we saw how he reacts to normal human survivors cbkdvdkdb
- so let’s start with zombie!reader!!
- maybe you were already his friend before the apocalypse, but then that happened, and you had an accidental brush with a zombie… or maybe he infected you on purpose? who knows??
- it’s 100% not an equal relationship, because i mean. you’re a zombie, you’re like, half conscious at best, but you’re his favorite zombie by far!
- he’ll gladly lead you to prey when you grow hungry, and even if you’re no longer capable of getting tired or feeling pain, he tries to keep you safe and comfortable because that’s what friends do, right? you don’t have the mind to take care of yourself anymore, so it’s his responsibility to do it for you.
- and if someone were to ever hurt you, or - god forbid - kill you, well… god have mercy on that poor soul, because Tommy sure won’t.
- so super funny story: this actually got really long so i think i’m gonna send it in in two bits so!! part two coming in a second!
💐 part two of scu!Tommy let’s gooooo
- on that note! things get a bit more complicated if you’re a human infectee; it’s not as simple as shambling around in a vaguely endearing manner.
- you’re not exactly “immune” to the virus, just the part of it that turns you into a mindless corpse, for starters, which you learned the hard way when you got bit by a zombie.
- it was the most stressful day in your life oh my GOD, you went to sleep thinking you were never going to wake up again and then you did?? and you were fine???? weird!!
- getting infected has a bunch of side effects, as it turns out: you’re stronger, faster, more resilient, zombies ignore you… oh, and you’re loosely connected to the zombie hivemind!
- you found out that last one when you were chilling, and suddenly felt a tug at the back of your brain, leading you towards… something.
- that “something” turned out to be the most pathetic looking boy you’ve ever seen in your life???? for some reason?????
- Tommy has nooo idea what to think of you at first. you’re clearly infected, but still human, and and you can’t talk to zombies the way he can.
- and he eats rotten flesh oh my god where are this kid’s parents.
- Tommy has nooo idea what to think of you at first. you’re clearly infected, but still human, and and you can’t talk to zombies the way he can.
- he even tried sending a few after you once, but they just walked past you! that’s super weird!
- eventually, you two grow used to each other’s presence - it’s nice to be able to talk to someone and know they won’t die, even if Tommy goes and disappears for days on end sometimes. probably just him being quirky?
- but you wait anyways. what else is there for you to do?
- until he leaves with a giant horde of zombies. you wait for him to come back like he always does, but days turn into weeks turn into months and there’s no sign of him.
oops i didn’t mean for that to get depressing! my bad!
YOOOOOOOO little rabid zombie controller Tommy!!
Rather you're actually a slightly more conscious zombie, or a strange half-infected this kid still latches onto any sort of companionship. It's hard to get your needed social interaction in a life threatening apocalypse. It's nice to have someone that's not trying to kill you around
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cowardlybean · 3 years ago
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reincarnation au akechi i wanna cuddle him
but i also want to punt him into the fucking sun
There are two types of people and you are both of them
You’re also lucky because crows don’t have teeth and therefore you are at less of a risk of getting bitten :)
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nerianasims · 4 years ago
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Billboard #1s 1974
Under the cut.
Steve Miller Band – “The Joker” -- January 12, 1974
It always throws me when I remember how old this song is. Two years older than me, and yet I associate it with my own mid-20s partying. Okay, my "partying" was pretty mild. One of the things my friends and I often did was go to a dueling piano (really keyboard) bar, and they always played this song. I can taste the rum and Coke now. We had tipsy discussions about what "pompatus" meant. A guy tried to pick one of my friends up with "really love your peaches." Anyway, I love this song, but it's also so embedded into my life that I can't judge it fairly.
Al Wilson – “Show And Tell” -- January 19, 1974
1970s Philly R&B is great music. This is a pretty typical example of the genre; lots of strings, lots of horns, an adult with a voice he uses like an instrument to impart strong emotions. It's a love song, and the lyrics aren't anything spectacular, but they do the job. Very good.
Ringo Starr – “You’re Sixteen” -- January 26, 1974
GAH. Next!
Barbra Streisand – “The Way We Were” -- February 2, 1974
I was tempted to write, "GAH. Next!" here too, but I'm determined to save that kind of thing for songs that have elements to them that I don't want to discuss because of moral issues. That's not this. The problem is: I hate Barbra Streisand. Or I should say I hate her singing; though from what I've seen of her personality, I don't like that either. Every song she sings, she sounds like she's singing to the glory of the greatness of the only person who matters to her in the world: Barbra Streisand. I once read an article that called her singing "masturbatory," but that's not strong enough. It's full-on self-worship. I hate it.
The Love Unlimited Orchestra – “Love’s Theme” -- February 9, 1974
This is Barry White's orchestra, but sadly it's an instrumental, without his glorious voice. It reminds me so much of the Love Boat theme that now I'm wanting to watch it. Absolute kitsch, but as kitsch goes, there's worse.
Terry Jacks – “Seasons In The Sun” -- March 2, 1974
The singer is dying and saying goodbye to everyone. That kind of sentiment may be made to work in pop, I suppose, but I've never heard it done. It belongs in opera. This is schmaltz.
Cher – “Dark Lady” -- March 23, 1974
As one of only a couple dark-haired dark-eyed girls in my quite blonde high school graduating class, people used to call me "exotic." Apparently my high cheekbones had something to do with it too. I was asked where my family was from pretty regularly. I wasn't offended --  more bemused. The answer is "Europe," though I guess the dark hair and eyes are probably by way of France. It's rather tough to say, considering my mother's side of the family has been here since the 16th century (indentured servants), and were not the rich types who stuck to their own ethnicity. Anyway, this is to say that I feel some kinship with Cher, and how drawn she was to songs like "Dark Lady." Though in this case, the "dark lady" is someone Cher's character murders for cheating with her boyfriend. She kills the boyfriend too.
This song is dated ("gypsy music") Las Vegas cheese, and yet I like it. It's wildly melodramatic and fun.
John Denver – “Sunshine On My Shoulders” -- March 30, 1974
Bleeeeeh. I like big melodramatic songs. This is the opposite. Now, I do like small, sweet songs often too. But I just can't with this one. It's too slow, too simple, and feels aggressively, shallowly cheery.
Blue Swede – “Hooked On A Feeling” -- April 6, 1974
I learned from the Todd in the Shadows video about this song that its stupid "ooga chaka" thing was inspired by 1960's "Running Bear." Now I hate it even more! The original of this song is a nice, simple love song. Blue Swede made it shouty and dumb.
Elton John – “Bennie And The Jets” -- April 13, 1974
It's Elton John. Therefore I don't like it. I feel like it's too slow maybe? I feel like most of Elton John's songs are too slow maybe. I don't know. I'm bored.
MFSB & The Three Degrees’ “TSOP (The Sound Of Philadelphia)” -- April 20, 1974
An instrumental disco track. It is one I find danceable, so there's that. Not bad.
Grand Funk – “The Loco-Motion” -- May 4, 1974
A rock cover of The Loco-Motion. Sure, why not. Though this version is not very good. It feels like they slowed it down, and they definitely made it extremely loud. I don't really see a reason for this song to exist.
Ray Stevens – “The Streak” -- May 18, 1974
Streaking was a fad in 1974. This is a comedy song about it. I had never heard it before this, and I hope never to again. It's deeply dumb.
Paul McCartney & Wings – “Band On The Run” -- June 8, 1974
The wee-oo-wee-oo-wee-oo thing at the beginning of the song sounds neat, but then it goes on too long. That's my feeling about this entire song: It goes on too long. It does change up substantially multiple times throughout, but it's no Bohemian Rhapsody. Bohemian Rhapsody is, imo, perfect. The pacing of "Band on the Run," otoh, is a mess. The second section needs to be a lot longer and the final section needs to be a lot shorter. Paul McCartney needed an editor for this.
Bo Donaldson And The Heywoods – “Billy, Don’t Be A Hero” -- June 15, 1974
A young woman tells her boyfriend to not "be a hero" when he goes off to war (probably the Civil War.) Because she wants him to come home alive. As anyone who knows this kind of song can predict, he decides to be a hero and dies. Cliche and weirdly bouncy for the subject matter. Still, at least songs were acknowledging that dying in war was not a great thing. Unlike the putrescent "Ballad of the Green Berets."
Gordon Lightfoot – “Sundown” -- June 29, 1974
The singer is jealously obsessed with a woman. He knows this isn't a good thing, but he doesn't seem able to -- or be trying to -- move past it. This is about something real; Gordon Lightfoot was obsessively, violently jealous over Cathy Smith, the woman who was later convicted for injecting John Belushi with the heroin that killed him. The lyrics are mean, but the music doesn't go hard at all. Except, compared to the rest of the stuff I've looked at for 1974 so far, the music does sound a lot harder -- it's minor key and there's a distinct bassline. It still feels like a mismatch.
The Hues Corporation – “Rock The Boat” -- July 6, 1974
A disco song I can dance to some. Not entirely. It's a song asking you not to "rock the boat" of your perfect love with the singer. It's incredibly schmaltzy -- schmaltzy disco. Ugh.
George McCrae – “Rock Your Baby” -- July 13, 1974
The singer is telling you, "woman," to take him in your arms and rock him. I.e. fuck him. I have perfect pitch. George McCrae is no Ella Fitzgerald. When he goes to the high note, he does not hit it right, and it's like nails on a chalkboard. I can't listen to this song all the way through.
John Denver – “Annie’s Song” -- July 27, 1974
Ugh, 1974. This is a simplistic love song to John Denver's wife. Not just simple, which is fine, but simplistic, which is not. They divorced years later, and Denver became violent during it. (Denver's the one who brought that to light and he obviously felt terrible about it.) The Stereogum guy was shocked by this. I'm not. For one, celebrity is horrible for people. For another, I can't think of any of Denver's songs that have depth or complexity. Trying to live at the surface is also horrible for people. I do like a lot of simple love songs, but John Denver's songs have always made me go "ick," even when I was a child. I feel like there's nothing in them.
Roberta Flack – “Feel Like Makin’ Love” -- August 10, 1974
The music to this song, with the calm but interesting percussion and romantic guitar, combined with Roberta Flack's whispery vocals, is lovely. It gives me asmr feels and makes me want to lie down and drift off to sleep. So, uh. Not exactly what I consider a sexy song. I do like listening to it, as it's nice and calming, but I don't think that was the intent.
Paper Lace – “The Night Chicago Died” -- August 17, 1974
And I will definitely need some relaxation after this garbage. Okay so, this travesty was by Brits who: 1) Thought there was an East Side of Chicago. That's Lake Michigan. 2) Thought it would be cute to write a song in which Al Capone tried to literally take over Chicago by killing all the cops (he bribed cops, he didn't kill them, and he was a criminal, not an insurrectionary.) 3) Sing "glory be" because they obviously think that's a super American thing to do. "In the land of the dollar bill." WHAT? This song makes me want to punt Paper Lace into the East Side of Chicago.
Paul Anka – “(You’re) Having My Baby” -- August 24, 1974
Notoriously one of the worst pop songs ever. The singer thinks "you" (that makes it worse) are having his baby solely and only because you love him. Monumental narcissism, just completely heinous, plus it's musical glop.
Eric Clapton – “I Shot The Sheriff” -- September 14, 1974
This is not Bob Marley's version. Bob Marley's version is so much better, and it's the one I've heard a lot, so when I turned this one on I was confused for a second.
Barry White – “Can’t Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe” -- September 21, 1974
Oh thank god. Barry White is one of my favorite singers, and this is one of my favorite songs. This is a sexy love song by a great artist.
Andy Kim – “Rock Me Gently” -- September 28, 1974
Andy Kim's voice sounds incredibly mid-70s. What's with men asking their lovers to rock them this year? The chorus is pretty good, and has a real beat. He's asking his lover to be gentle, and "I have never been loved like this before." That's nice. It's cheese, but it's fine.
Olivia Newton-John – “I Honestly Love You” -- October 5, 1974
A lot of the time when someone says they "honestly" something without prompting, they're lying. So this song sounds weird to me. "I love you/ I honestly love you" -- um, you sure about that? Though the singer has no reason to pretend she loves the person she's singing to, and every reason not to, since they're both with someone else. She just wants to tell you she loves you and leave it at that. Yeah, that's likely. Olivia Newton-John is a good singer, and she's especially good at acting a song. I feel she should have been on Broadway. In any case, while this is a slow soft song in an era with way too many of those, it's one of the better ones. It's not overly slow or particularly goopy.
Billy Preston – “Nothing From Nothing” -- October 19, 1974
If there's such a thing as vaudeville rock, this is it. He doesn't want to be your hero or your highness, so it sounds like he wants an equal relationship. He also says "I'm a soldier in the war on poverty," which makes it sounds like he's saying you have to have money if you want to get with him, but maybe not. He sings "you gotta bring a little something, girl, if you want to be with me," which may or may not be monetary. It's bouncy and all, but Billy Preston's done better.
Dionne Warwick & The Spinners – “Then Came You” -- October 26, 1974
A song about finally finding love. Plenty of good orchestration, a good beat, and of course Dionne Warwick's voice. I like it.
Stevie Wonder – “You Haven’t Done Nothin'” -- November 2, 1974
The "you" in this song is Richard Nixon. Stevie Wonder is one of the most love everyone, let's all come together artists in existence. But here, he was angry. "We would not care to wake up to the nightmare/ That's becoming real life/ But when misled who knows a person's mind/ Can turn as cold as ice." The Republican Party is still Nixon's party -- they love him almost as much as they do Reagan. This song is funky and good and the only reason I don't feel it more is that it's not angry enough.
Bachman-Turner Overdrive – “You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet” -- November 9, 1974
They were goofing around in the studio, and lead singer Randy Bachman wanted to make fun of his brother's stutter. When this song became a hit, Randy was mortified. But even with nasty, juvenile intentions behind it, this song is good. It also sounds happy and not mean at all. It's a rather silly song about first experiencing sex, and it's fun.
John Lennon – “Whatever Gets You Thru The Night” -- November 16, 1974
John Lennon's voice was always kinda nasal, but it's really nasal on this song. Anyway, this song may as well be called "you do you." It's a song that in theory I should not find boring, but in practice I do. I have finally found out why: Elton John helped him with it. It sounds very Elton John-ish. Which means I don't really have anything else to say.
Billy Swan – “I Can Help” -- November 23, 1974
Some old-fashioned rockability is a nice change. The singer sees that the woman needs some help, so "let me help." "I got two strong arms/ Let me help." I immediately think of a romance between a farmhand and a widow woman. "It would sure do me good to do you good." That's a pretty concise description of love. Billy Swain's voice is kinda thin; Elvis did a cover of this, and it's a lot better. Billy Swain's version is sweet and all, but Elvis' is irresistible.
Carl Douglas – “Kung Fu Fighting” -- December 7, 1974
This isn't a song about actual kung fu; it's about kung fu movies. It's a fanboy telling you all about the cool movie he just saw, though not telling you a thing about the plot. Just the "expert timing" and stuff. Trying to analyze "Kung Fu Fighting" feels really silly. It's a rare enjoyable novelty song by an actual musician.
Harry Chapin – “Cat’s In The Cradle” -- December 21, 1974
A cover of this song by Ugly Kid Joe became a hit in 1992. And it was massively overplayed, so I hate this song. This father/son stuff bores me anyway, speaking of overplayed.
Helen Reddy – “Angie Baby” -- December 28, 1974
This song is deeply strange, which is a mark in its favor. It's a story song about a girl who has no friends and had to be taken out of school because she's "a little touched." She lives in a world of make-believe, listening to the radio all the time. A neighbor boy comes along to rape her. But as soon as he walks into her room... "Toward the radio he's bound/ Never to be found." He becomes her "secret lover," trapped in the radio. "It's so nice to be insane/ No one asks you to explain." Is Angie really "insane," or is she a sorceress whose rock n' roll powers everyone looks away from? Both? I'm not sure what I think of this song, but it is interesting, and that's always good.
BEST OF 1974 -- "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe" by Barry White WORST OF 1974 -- "(You're) Having My Baby" by Paul Anka
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inkedmyths · 6 years ago
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Priorities are definitely in order here
Because who loves Feral? I do that's who
Summary: A certain hero finally sets out to get something actually done about that big bad thing over by the castle. Of course his shadow follows him for the ride.
Disclaimer: As unlikely and seemingly impossible as it seems, yes Link decided to do 40 shrines and get those 10 extra heart containers before even bothering with the Divine Beasts quests. He's just a frustratingly distracted person, doing glowy dungeons instead of actually trying to save the world.
Link hummed as he scanned the landscape before him. An inactivated tower stood in the distance, orange light becoming less obvious as the sun began to shine over the horizon.
Hearing grumbling behind him, he turned to face his shadow. Feral was squinting at the east, looking disgusted and uncomfortable. "What's up?" Link asked.
Feral grunted. "Bright," was all he said.
Link turned back to the breaking dawn. That made sense, he guessed. Feral was basically made of darkness. Of course he wouldn't like the big shining orb that was the sun. "Are you going to be alright?"
"Probably, other than being in a constant state of discomfort."
Thoughts swirled in his head for a moment. Then he pulled out his bag and began shuffling around in it. A moment later, looking triumphant, he pulled out what he was looking for. A black hooded cloak. He held it out to Feral. "Here."
Feral, in turn, looked mildly surprised. He accepted the cloak. "Thanks," he said, pulling the hood over his head. "I am now somewhat less uncomfortable."
Link shrugged, then turned back towards the tower in the distance. He pointed to it. "That's where I want to go next." Feral squinted, then nodded.
They started down towards the wetlands below. As they tromped ahead, Feral spoke up. "What even is your overall goal here? Don't you have some sort of like, heroic quest you're supposed to be doing?"
Link frowned slightly. "Uh... yeah? I mean, I'm supposed to be working on defeating Calamity Ganon. Something about the, uh, what do you call them... I don't remember, the big machines."
"So let me get this straight," Feral began. "You're supposed to be doing something to defeat a giant demon cloud... and you just haven't done anything yet?"
"Sure I've done something! I've been doing shrines, and I got the Master Sword."
"Alright, but what about the whole... big machine thing you just mentioned?"
Link shrugged. "I haven't gotten there yet. Actually..." He pulled out his Sheikah Slate, poking it a few times. "We're sort of headed in the general direction of one of them I think?"
Feral peered over his shoulder at the golden dot that marked a location. "If we're in the area we could go and check that out."
Link nodded. "First the tower though. I need to see where I'm going."
"Nah. Just launch yourself into the unknown."
"If there's a big robot I want to know where it is."
"What, don't want to get jumped by lasers?"
"Not if it's ten times as big as a Guardian."
They continued forwards as they quipped back at one another. Water sloshed around their feet, and the sun reflected off the ripples they created. Link hadn't been in an area quite like this yet, but he didn't mind it. Link didn't mind a lot of things, therefore neither did Feral. With the exception of the infernal source of light otherwise known as the sun. Feral definitely minded that.
In the middle of making a comment about how maps were overrated, Feral was interrupted by someone calling out. Surprised, the two looked up. A figure was waving to them from a pool of water. They exchanged a glance, then walked forward to the pool.
"Hello!" The person greeted. They weren't Hylian, that was for sure. They had fins and a long tail coming out of their head, and were red in coloration. Link didn't know what they were, but a prickle of familiarity echoed in the back of his mind. "Are you both Hylians?"
They looked at each other again. "Er... yes." Link wasn't entirely sure if Feral qualified as Hylian, but it was probably the best explanation since 'no he's a shadowy demon thing that looks like me' was likely not going to go over well.
"Wonderful! Our prince has been looking for a Hylian!" The person smiled, then pointed off to a spot near the tower where they were headed. "Won't you please go talk to him?"
Link nodded in response, then set off towards the tower once more, waving goodbye to the swimming person. Feral followed, sparing only a glance backwards before turning back forward. "Prince?"
Link shrugged. "Guess we'll find out what that's all about."
The tower ended up taking longer than they thought to reach. After punting around some bokoblins that were milling about the area, Link climbed up the large structure. Feral followed behind, making comments on how overly ridiculous the design was. After all, if only the Hero could activate them, why make them so ridiculously tall? Link said it may have something to do with the scanning aspect. Feral said it had something to do with trying to acheive an aesthetic.
After activating the tower, they examined the new portion of the map they had gained. "Looks like the dot wants us to go there." Link gestured in the general direction without looking up.
Feral, on the other hand, did look up. "Wow, you mean Rain Town?"
"Huh?" Link looked up to see what he was talking about. "Oh, wow." There was a dark cloud hovering over that area of land, sheets of rain pouring out of it. "Yeah, looks like that's where we're headed."
"Sweet, no sunlight."
Link stepped to the edge of the tower before pausing. "Hang on. Do you have a paraglider?"
"I... actually, I don't know." Feral frowned.
Link pulled his out of his bag. Feral examined it, then mimed a similar movement. A shadowy copy of the item was now in his hands. "I guess I do."
"Interesting." They pondered it for a moment before deciding there were much more interesting things to be doing. "Race you to that rock over there?"
"You're on."
With that, the two launched themselves off of the structure. After an eventful flight that consisted mostly of narrowly missing each other, they both landed at the afformentioned rock. This was immediately followed up with an argument as to who had gotten there first. As they walked they bickered over whether or not Link's toe had brushed the ground first.
"Hello!" The two were startled out of their debate. They hadn't been paying attention to where they'd been walking, and had come across a bridge. It was unlike the wooden bridges that were all across Hyrule, made of glimmering blue tiles and white stone. Two pillars towered above it at the entrance. They looked around for the source of the voice that had interrupted their very important conversation.
"Up here!" Looking up, they saw a figure waving from the top of one of the pillars. It jumped, flipped through the air, and landed directly in front of them. Standing, they towered over the two. "I am Sidon, the Zora prince!" He grinned at them. "Are you both Hylians?"
It took them a moment to recover from their shock. "Yes?" Link said, looking dazed.
"Wonderful! I have been looking for a Hylian! Two is even better! Although," he leaned down slightly, looking at Feral. "I waz unaware they came in such colors!"
"I'm special."
"Special! That's incredible! And would you say you're both great warriors among the Hylians?" Sidon, as he said he was called, seemed very excited.
"Er... yes?" Link glanced at Feral, who shrugged slightly.
"I knew it! After all, I am the Prince of the Zoras. I have an eye for these things. I've been watching you both, and you hold yourselves like no ordinary man. Please, I implore, will you lend your aid?"
"Aid? Aid in what?" Feral eyed the Zora with mild suspicion.
"The Divine Beast Vah Ruta," the prince explained. "It has been agitated of late, and poses a threat to our realm. I've been looking for a Hylian to help us appease it."
Link and Feral exchanged a look. "We can help."
"Wonderful!" He clapped his hands together. "Oh! I nearly forgot. What are your names?"
"I'm Link. This is Feral."
"Wonderful names! Although I feel like I've heard that first one somewhere before..." Sidon murmured to himself. "In any case! Please make your way to the Zora Domain. The rain from Vah Ruta makes the cliffs impossible to scale. You will have to make the journey by the road. Monsters patrol the way, many with electrical powers. However! I think you will be able to make it with your expertise! I believe in you!" His grin seemed to sparkle with absolute belief and joy. It was hard not to feel confident with that kind of support.
"Here, take these as tokens of my support." He handed them each a yellow vial. "It doesn't work on Zora's, but should be able to provide you with electrical resistance. I will follow your progress from the waters. Good luck." He waved, and dove into the river nearby. He was out of sight before long.
"Well, that was interesting." Feral turned to Link. "You okay there?"
Link still seemed rather dazed. "Really big." He muttered. "Very energetic. Big smile." He shook his head. "Divine Beast. Right. That's what they were called."
"Are you still in shock from Mr. Fish Prince there?"
"Aren't you? He's a big muscley shark dude who was extremely friendly."
"Yes. Definitely muscley." Feral hummed. "Anyway, this is part of your quest to save Hyrule from utter destruction?"
"Looks that way. Guess we head up this path?"
"Seems that way. At least there's no sun over here. I will be far more comfortable."
"Good for you. Can't wait to get sopping wet."
"Oh, shut it."
"You shut it first."
The two resumed bickering. This time, however, they were walking with a destination in mind. The dirt below their feet turned to mud as they trekked towards the Zora Domain.
"Bet you I'll get there first."
"Not if I have anything to say about it."
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Auburn Football Theater 2020
Greetings from the SOL…ok so not really but it feels like I/we are. Given the recent events of all the fun stuff on the planet being taken away from us, I thought we needed a left turn. Normally I keep my humor and my point and laugh shenanigans to a minimum this time of year, what with College Baseball just rev’ing up, buuut…yeah. So, since I have a freaking ton of Auburn football wins in my digital collection, why not laugh a little bit. A lot has been made of the best wins at Jordan-Hare or the best games in Auburn history, but what about those wins that we would rather forget? If Auburn had pulled out the Florida game this past season or the Tennessee game in 2018, would those be celebrated or just pushed aside? Where’s the moment in the sun for the 1996 Independence Bowl against Army, or the 2003 Arkansas game, or what about the 2018 Southern Miss victory?? Well, my friends, I have taken it upon myself to go into the theater and recap the Top 10 Worst Auburn Football victories that I have my library of 200+ Auburn wins.
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The Mads have released the first of the stink burgers and if this is the number 10 game, I am in for it.
#10 – 2011 – Auburn @ #10 South Carolina
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WE’VE GOT FOOTBALL SIGN!!!!
First a little background on this first, the Tigers entered Williams-Brice with a 3-1 record with rousing victories over Utah State, #16 Mississippi State and FAU coupled with the first “big” win of Dabo’s time at Clemson (I say big because…this Auburn team was passable, but not firing at peak performance let’s say). On the other side, Carolina had a good news bad news situation. The good news was that Carolina was undefeated and already had a win over Georgia to their name, because of this…
HAHA, *sigh*, oh Georgia.
Where was I, OH YEAH! The bad news for Carolina…well the bad news was that Stephen Garcia was their QB.
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Yeah…that’s real bad news. Garcia had a rough go of it the prior week in a 21-3 win over Vandy when he threw 4 picks…4 PICKS! Against Vandy! Don’t believe me??
Yeah, you will next time won’t you! So, all of this added up to…something that CBS really wanted to put on the air as the lead in to #3 alabama against #12 Will Muschamp and Florida...mother of God. With all that said, let’s dive in to this one, the 10th worst Auburn win that we actually can prove happened with video!
THE GAME
It’s important to have two strong men on the call, leading you through games like this, that pit two sloid teams with great field generals like Stephen Garcia and Barrett Trotter/Kiehl Frazier. So who did CBS send for this one? Spero Dedes and Steve Beuerlein
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Alright, let’s finally get started. Carolina would get the ball first and not do much with it, punting after 3 plays and would give Auburn the ball. The Tigers would drive down the field and looked like they would punch it in for the early TD but the drive stalled and Auburn would settle for the Field Goal to lead 3-0. So far so good right…Ah you forgot that Stephen Garcia is playing in this game.
Sure, Garcia looked like that punter from the Michigan-Michigan State game a few years back, but damn it if he still doesn’t gain 8 yards on the play. The drive would continue but Marcus Lattimore would fumble and after a overly long review, Auburn gets the ball and set their sights on adding to their lead…or would they?
So, ok. The play is totally there. The throw, as far as the form used by CJ is great, however, he hit the X button a touch too early on the distance meter and it cost him. So, back to Garcia Mode and after a nice run by Lattimore, it was go time for GC.
OH THOSE PESKY AUBURN SPECIAL TEAMS!! Just when you thought this would be a normal 17-10, 24-14 game, HECK NO! It’s gonna get weird. Also, while we are here, Jeffery did have a hand on T-Bell but…I wouldn’t call that a push Steve.
Auburn would then muff the kickoff but get it back to near the 20 but would go 4 yards back and give the Gamecocks the ball on their own 38. However…
Don’t you dare think that Stephen is gonna take advantage of decent field position and a lead! Punt time again and it was time for Auburn to see what Kiehl and Barrett could do together. Impressively, both help Auburn move the ball deep inside Carolina territory as we start the second quarter…OH GOD WE’RE ONLY IN THE SECOND QUARTER! Auburn would take the lead on a Dyer Diving TD and the PAT would make it 10-6 Tigers.
Make that 9-6.
Carolina would take the kick, march absolutely no where in 3 plays and give it back to Auburn. And now comes the most confusing things I think I have ever seen. There is no possible way that I could explain what happens here so, here it all is. Viewer discretion is advised.
That was a thing that happened. Auburn would punt 2 plays later and…you guessed it. It’s Garcia Time.
Pick number 1 for our hero and we will see if the Head Ball Coach will put in Connor Shaw in place of the greatest player ever. Auburn couldn’t do a thing with it so they punted to the Carolina 1. USC would get it out to the 25 before giving it back to the Tigers and Auburn would begin a march from their own 35 down for a Field Goal try with just over a minute left in the half.
I’ve never been a huge fan of the fake FG pass from outside the 5 yard line, for this exact reason. Too much space and…as we found out just 2 years later…you don’t have speed guys on your FG team…just big guys.
Carolina would run out the clock and we are half way home with Auburn holding a 9-6 lead.
To start the second half, Auburn would get the ball…
And Auburn punts.
The teams would trade possessions and Carolina would get the ball at the 50. 2 plays later, its 13-9 Carolina after a Lattimore run.
The Tigers would look to answer but have to punt back to Carolina.
And there’s our favorite quarterback! Auburn has to take this one from the 50 and punch it right in to salt this one away!
….Ok it’s 1st and 10 again! Auburn would actually march down the field, mainly on the ground, and decided to go to the air to finish the drive.
Well…it finished the drive, that’s for sure. You, like I, may think that the defender dropped the ball on the back end there. It was reviewed but there was no definitive evidence that the ball hit the ground. Auburn would end up getting the ball back with about 5 minutes to go and would begin the march to paydirt. Auburn would face a 3rd and 5 with a minute and a half left when they would go back to an old favorite with a bit of a twist.
You know it wouldn’t come easy in this one. Lutzy not only makes the play but adds the extra difficulty of fumbling and recovering it with less than 3 feet left in the field of play! The man was an artist!
Garcia would get the ball back with just over a minute to play and began the march! They would get in to Auburn territory with 8 seconds left…
Well, that’s something! Why oh why would you want to extend this game??? Let’s hear it from the man himself.
I mean he’s right. He was down, sure, but there’s no why you can add more time to an expired clock…right Nick?
The Afterglow
Following this, both teams would go in opposite directions. Auburn would checkerboard the rest of their season, losing one and winning the next, all the way to the Peach Bowl and finishing with a win over Virginia and closing at 8-5. South Carolina would go the opposite way, closing with a strong 7-1 but this loss came at a massive price as Georgia won their next 7 SEC contests and captured the SEC East crown and ended up getting blown out by #1 LSU in Atlanta (sound familiar?). They would go on to beat Nebraska in the Citrus Bowl to cap an 11-2 season and a #9 ranking in the AP poll.
Well, that’s it for the first installment of Auburn Football Theater 2020. Hope this let you escape for a little bit as I punish myself by watching Auburn trip over themselves to try and give away a football game. Until next time…push the button Frank.
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fmlfpl · 6 years ago
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Lineup Lamentations - GW28
Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s for the week.
Sorry for late as fuck Lambs here we go.
WALSH
TRANSFERS:
OUT: Rash & Kiko
IN: Smashley & Robbo
Already discussed a bit on the pod, but basically removing an extremely ded guy and a maybe sorta kinda ded guy for two great guys this week. Saving last week ended up working out quite well as it got me to Robbo pretty painlessly. One of the worst moves of my season was doing Robbo to Trent way back in GW8 to free up money. It feels good to be back with Robbo and not have to get burned every time Pool keep a clean. He really helps solidify my defense for the near term so things are looking good back there generally speaking for the first time in a while. Smashley with his stats off the page, no blank, and I already own Rondon...so he was an obvious pick and allowed the money to get to Robbo. Wasn't too difficult of a decision. Rash might not be too injured but I had a benching dilemma anyway and I had to take someone out of my front eight to allow an upgrade in defense. Not too bothered by it. If he / United are fit and firing again I can always get him in for the 32 double and then on my WC if need be.
GK:
Patrício (hud)
Rui. Die.
DEF:
Bennett (hud)
If Bennett gets 2 points I'd be completely ecstatic.You know the drill. Hoping for 2..expecting 1.
Robertson (WAT)
New lad Robbo has a nice home fixture on paper, but in practice, Watford have been a lot less like Twatford lately just playing good stuff. Gracia has them in a good place, but it is still difficult to imagine them scoring at Anfield. Livp a clean shout in literally every fixture from now until the end of the season so hopefully they keep a tidy win to nil and get back on track.
Lascelles (BUR)
Finally, Jamaal is home Burnley in what used to be a banker but is now a bit of a tricky one. Think this game will be really gritty and filled with tackles all over the pitch. Hope a clean comes in but it seems like a 1-1 type of game to me. We'll see.
MID:
Sterling (WHU)
Raz comes back in after the blank although who the fuck knows if he'll be in the XI or not. I sure don't.
Salah & Mané (WAT)
Mo and Mane double up marches ahead this week as I sit here waiting for Liverpool to go back to looking like Liverpool. Famous last words as they prob grind out a 1-0 or some bullshit. Bleh.
Son (che)
Private Suon has a tricky on paper fixture but with Chelsea in shambles I don't really have any clue what to expect in this game. Regardless, Son is fantasy gold so if Spurs do actually do some good things I expect Son to be in and around it. I'm sure Spurs will be trying to hit on the counter which we all know is where Son thrives.
Pogba (cry)
Finally, Paul goes to Selhurst. We are suddenly rocking at the back a bit with 1b and now Mama out ded. Ward was actually not diabolical against Leic last week so maybe playing only 1 game every 2 months is just what the doctor ordered. Dann will deputize for Mom which is an unspeakable upgrade from if Kelly was going to get in there so we should still be business as usual at the back. That said, as Alon mentioned on the pod, United will dominate the ball and Paul could easily get something here.
FWD:
Rondón (BUR)
Big Sallyboy with another home fixture will be looking to keep the train going against Burnley. Will be a much tougher task, but, I still think Mee and Tarkowski are utter shitebags and while Burnley set up to block everything under the sun he could find joy with his noggin. Except there is Tom the god between the pipes so eh. Will be a tough game. tbds.
Jiménez (hud)
Jim goes to Hudd in what should be an absolute walk in the park. Jim farewell tour has begun and I can't wait to fuck him off soon.
BENCH:
Barnes (new)
Chambers (sou)
Wan-Bissaka (RIP)
CAP:
Salah (WAT)
It is with a heavy heart I am here to report that I will be capping Mo this week. I know what I said on the pod...but to frame it...I am generally trying to give a more negative view on Livp when we bring them up on the pod to counterbalance Alon's homerism and ridiculous positivity about them. You know..yin and yang or some shit. That said, I just can't justify sticking on Raz - I don't want to sweat the team sheet with my cap. Have been there before and it's not fun. It really came down to Jim and Mo. I'm going with Alon's guidance on this one and remaining faithful to Mo. I don't have confidence in Wolves to do anything on any week, I frankly have no fucking idea what they are up to ever, and capping Jim in an away felt a little too psycho even for me. Mo still has a good home fixture and while they've been bad and I don't see any real reason to believe they will suddenly not be bad it's still Mo. Plus, they can always just draw a pen and then we're fine. Feels like a relatively safe choice and that's sort of where I want to be in this moment.
ALON
TRANSFERS:
OUT: Rashford
IN: Vardy
As mentioned on pod I was either going to WC this week (I’m not on WC) or WC for next GW and therefore take a punt this week... Vardy is my punt, Vardy for this week is my cunt. He’s such a brat fucker, all of the Leicester players are, Hazard should really be targeting a move to Leicester where he’d fit in perfectly................. I digress - Puel out I feel will give the team a massive boost of positivity and they’ll want to go out and express themselves and send a message and blah blah fucking blah. Akin to Mou out for United and Ranieri out for Leicester back when that happened. I now sort’ve expect Leicester to go on a little run of scoring and Brighton at home is nice fixture so let’s go dilly ding dilly dong.
GK:
Etheridge (EVE)
Man everything in my life was nicer not watching Silva’s Everton play a football match in two and a half weeks; unfortunately they’re back. I just have to hope that Silva, Rich, and co. have not figured anything out and are still complete trash so Neil can clean them. But I’m a little bit worried here not gonna lie. Last week Cardiff reaaaaalllllyyy fell apart and I’m worried of a downward spiral. TBD.
DEF:
van Dijk (WAT)
The cleans keep coming for Liverpool and VVD and you have to imagine that it will continue at Anfield vs. Watford. Even though Watford are in very good form.
Jonny (hud)
Meh here we go again. I expect: 1. No cleansheet and 2. Jonny to hockey assist either Doherty or Jiminez and get no points for it... Maybe he’ll throw in a yellow card too who knows??? No Wolves players for me starting next GW. Legitimately so excited for that.
Lejeune (BUR)
Burnley’s attack has been really consistently good for a while now. I’m hoping Rafa and St. James’ can rattle them. Come on Lejeune BAP magnet genius human go on there. I’m starting Lejeune over Bennett because doubling down on fucking Wolves sounds a nightmare and by betting odds and shit like that Newc’s probability of cleaning is not significantly worse then Wolves’ chances so just diversifying and going with the better player / team / defense despite the worse fixture.
MID:
Salah (WAT)
I expect an attacking bounce-back from Liverpool at Anfield under the lights against Watford. Salah will most likely return to the #9 with Bob having left Old Trafford on crutches and I expect Keita and Shaq to come in for Bob and either Hendo or Fab. Also, most importantly, we should see a return from Trent (unless Klopp is hiding an injury) and Mo / Liverpool score a lot more and attack a lot better with Trent in there. Go on Mo.
Son (che)
Almost depends more on how Chelsea setup vs. how Spurs and Son play and setup. We’ve seen a bunch of top defensive performances from Chelsea this season, even against the top teams, and we’ve also seen them get completely ripped to shreds. We shall see.
Pogba (cry)
Paul has now been completely anonymous and shit in two out of the last three matches and like we talked about on pod it’s a little bit worrying that United are going to be running out a bunch of backups instead of the A squad... That said Manchester United’s B attackers are the best and most expensive and most experienced of all time with Rom and Alexis... United should dominate the ball by default against a defensive and injured Palace side so hopefully Paul can get his shit together and kick back into form.
Jota (hud)
Jota’s farewell match in my side is the second best fixture you could possibly have (second to home Huddersfield). He’s blanked in the last two but still looked pretty positive - maybe one day on Earth I’ll own Jota and he’ll outscore Jiménez but what’s more likely to happen is Jota will not start and Jim will shove a hatty up my ass. Great, can’t wait.
FWD:
Aubameyang (BOU)
I can’t even talk about Aubz without being triggered. Emery better start him and he better fucking haul at home against Bournemouth.
Vardy (BHA)
My punt, my cunt, my very own Vardy party. Take me to the promised land Jamie you racist piece of shit bellend.
Mitrovic (sou)
It’s rare for someone to be this bad for me in FPL for this long and still be loved by me. But here we are... Love Mitro, I still rate him very highly and I think he’ll get a nice move to a better team, a mid-table team, after Fulham get relegated this season. One last hurrah for me against the diabolical defending of Southampton. Go on Aleksandar.
BENCH:
Bennett (hud)
Stephens (lei)
Schindler (WOL)
CAP:
Aubameyang (BOU)
As I’m typing lambs I honestly believe that Salah is the better captain. But fuck it I’m stupid and bad at FPL and everyone is telling me to cap Aubz and that Aubz is the best cap and everything and fucking hell fuck it. I need something to go right for me one day and maybe it’ll be an Aubz demolition of Bourney on Wednesday... Lambs: When there’s still some hope to cling to before the darkness.
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incognitajones · 8 years ago
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I’m so bloody over this fandom. Both sides of the Great K/lo Ren Divide are making me grind my teeth into nubs.
[Obligatory Disclaimer: I know and like people who fall on both sides of the Divide! The rant below applies to the extremists only.]
On one side, the hardcore tinhats who read theses into the briefest microflicker of an image, coincidental resemblance, or throwaway tweet by a creator.��K/lo has been abused/groomed/driven to the Dark Side by Snoke/his parents/the space paparazzi and therefore bears no responsibility for his actions. He and Rey are obviously destined to be together in the end!
I like K/lo, and I like shipping him with Rey--clearly, or I wouldn’t have written 50,000+ words about them (together and separately) in 2016--but there is just no way you can claim he is, at this point in the narrative, either a Good Person or Rey’s destined soulmate.
(And I totally agree that the movie made some interestingly, shall we say, romanticized storytelling choices! But until there’s more canon to judge from, we can’t tell whether those choices were deliberate, deliberately misleading, or accidental.)
On the other side: the holier-than-thou fans who insist that as the representative of all that’s wrong with toxic white masculinity, K/lo doesn’t “deserve” character depth or forgiveness and must be punted into the sun. Like him? You--yes, you--are directly contributing to the decline of Western civilization and the rise of fascism.
Lord knows I understand hating a character. Hate K/lo all you want, with my blessing! But if you’re adamantly opposed to any form of redemption for him, you may want to find another space opera to enjoy.
(I just... how naïve are these people? Have they ever seen a Star War? Can they not understand that Disney, of all entities, wouldn’t do that to the in-universe son of two beloved characters, one of whom is dead in story-verse and the other in reality? He may well not survive; personally, my money’s on a tragic arc ending in sacrificial death, but the point remains--K/lo ain’t gonna die on the Dark Side.)
tldr: Between the extreme K/lo apologists grasping at straws they can weave into baskets to hold their theories, and the extreme K/lo haters stuffing their fingers in their ears and saying la la la he’s eeeevil, I’m going to have an aneurysm long before December 15, 2017.
Betting pool on when my head explodes, anyone?
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wiersema1 · 7 years ago
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The Chicago Bears were victorious on Sunday afternoon on a beautiful day Soldier Field. They beat the Pittsburgh Steelers 23-17 in OT, shoving it to all the haters, the non-believers, the media, the rest of the NFL, etc. They proved to themselves that they could do it. Don’t get me wrong, the Bears tried as hard as they could to blow the early lead and the game, but in the end, the running game prevailed over an emotionally absent Pittsburgh team.
It’s gotta feel sweet in that Bears locker room. This was a case of “us against the world”. The entire Chicagoland area, the fan base, the media, basically the whole NFL has been blasting the Bears in general, GM Ryan Pace, HC John Fox, OC Dowell Loggains, and QB Mike Glennon for their roster decisions, playing decisions, play-calling, and execution. Much of it is deserved. But don’t forget about all the positive things happening at Halas Hall.
The media is so fickle. Their negative rants about the quarterback situation linger over the entire fan base. They sway the thinking of the common fan. In truth, this Bears team is better than the media wants you to believe. Funny thing is, now that the Bears won a game, you read the papers and turn on the TV and all of a sudden there is playoff talk. Oh brother! The media just kills me. That’s one of the reasons I write about this team. The “Dutch Lion” is here to give you the truth. For example……
MEDIA MYTH – There is a QB controversy. All the media seems to focus on is getting rookie QB #10 Mitch Trubisky in the game. They are the ones creating a controversy, not the players or coaches.
FACT – There is NO QB controversy. Pace and Fox make the decisions and I believe they are sticking with QB #8 Mike Glennon for most, if not all of 2017.
MEDIA MYTH – GM Ryan Pace has no clue what he’s doing with the roster management, mainly with his Draft decisions.
FACT – GM Ryan Pace is doing a fine job increasing the talent on this Bears team both via the Draft and through free agency. Sure he has made some mistakes, like any GM. However, look at all the great talents he and his scouts have found over the last three NFL drafts: C #65 Cody Whitehair, OLB #94 Leonard Floyd, RB #24 Jordan Howard, rookie RB #29 Tarik Cohen, rookie TE #87 Adam Shaheen (1st career TD on Sunday), and injured WR #81 Cameron Meredith to name just a few.
MEDIA MYTH – Coach John Fox will be fired unless he has an 8-8 record minimum, maybe even a playoff berth.
FACT – Unless the media has been told by GM Ryan Pace, they are making this up. They are guessing and assuming things based on their own preconceived notions, their impatience, and their interest in firing up the fan base. In reality, the only person/people who know the truth are Pace and Fox. My personal guess is even THEY don’t know yet. Either Pace is totally fine with Fox’s performance based on his own talent acquisitions as well as the bad luck with the injuries and will therefore keep Fox……..OR, maybe he does in fact have a minimum W/L requirement for Fox to keep his job……..OR, maybe Fox will just be tired of coaching this team and he’ll retire unless the W/L record improves. Bottom line, the media THINKS they know, but they DON’T KNOW.
Anyway, let’s get to the tape and review Sunday’s big win:
Game Balls 
CB #23 Kyle Fuller – For the second week in a row, we’re giving Fuller a Game Ball for his coverage on Pittsburgh’s big play WR’s Antonio Brown and Martavis Bryant. Fuller recorded 5 tackles and 2 PBU’s while helping the other two Bears CB’s (#31 Marcus Cooper and #20 Prince Amukamara) in a 3 man rotation. Overall, these 3 CB’s played really solid football against some excellent deep threats.
RB #29 Tarik Cohen – It’s pretty obvious after 3 games that Cohen is a legitimate NFL playmaker. Sure he had that bad game last week in Tampa including the fumbled punt return. But when OC Dowell Loggains uses him correctly, watch out! Cohen had 12 carries for 78 yards and 4 catches on 4 targets for 24 yards. If not for a close call on the sidelines, Cohen would’ve had the game-winning TD in OT. Of course, Cohen coughed up the ball again but luckily it was recovered by……..
RT #70 Bobby Massie, which was a huge pounce by the way. Massie and the entire Offensive Line deserve Game Balls just for that, much less his solid run blocking and pass protection. Along with his Offensive Line mates, the Bears ran for 220 yards on 38 carries (5.8 avg). Wow! It was nice having RG #75 Kyle Long back for the 1st time since his injury in last year’s Tampa game.
CB/ST #27 Sherrick McManis – McManis is an underrated special teamer. He might get noticed around the league after what he did Sunday. It might even propel him to the Pro Bowl at the end of this year. McManis blocked the FG at the end of the 1st half. He also recovered the muffed punt in the 1st quarter which gave the Bears the early momentum.
Thumbs Down 
CB #31 Marcus Cooper – ??????????????????????? Do I need to expound? As you’d imagine, Cooper’s boneheaded play led off the “C’mon Man!” segment on ESPN’s Monday Night Football. If I were a coach, and I’ve been saying this for at least a decade, I would coach my players to always run ALL the way to the back of the end zone before slowing down or releasing the ball. Cooper is/was a moron on this play. What was he thinking? If you ever watch ABC’s sitcom “The Goldbergs”, as you watched this play you were reminded of Mr. Murray Goldberg’s (played by Chicago native Jeff Garlin) common phrase when speaking to his kids, “Don’t be a moron!” I wish Marcus Cooper watched this show.
Player of the Game 
RB #24 Jordan Howard – Questions were creeping in after the first two games when Howard had a rocky start. On Sunday, Howard looked determined. He ran angry. The OL was pumped to block for him. The OC was focused on getting Howard the ball. And look what happened! Howard had 138 rushing yards on 23 carries (6.0 avg) and 2 TD’s. He also caught 5 passes for 26 yards on 5 targets. That’s 28 touches for a guy that was in obvious pain. His shoulder injury kept popping up and Howard had to leave several times but he kept returning to the game because the Bears needed him. Howard gets my “Player of the Game” Award for the 1st time in 2017 after earning it twice last year.
Predictions Recap
In our “All The Right Moves” Preview, we wrote:
“I still think this Chicago Bears team is good. The injuries are killers but Chicago can and will rebound. For some reason, I believe in this team more than almost anyone and everyone else in the country. The “Dutch Lion” might be nuts, but he’s calling for an upset.
Chicago Bears 20, Pittsburgh Steelers 17
Needless to say, the “Dutch Lion” is elated over Sunday’s outcome. He is now 2-1 in the young season, winning 9 of his last 10 Bears predictions going back to last year! Remember how we addressed the media earlier in this column? Let’s show the Chicago newspapers predictions for both the Chicago Tribune and Chicago Sun-Times:
  The “expert” Chicago sportswriters: 0-12. The “Dutch Lion”: 1-0.
I applaud much of their work. I think Brad Biggs man for man is excellent, but their shortcomings must be acknowledged sometimes too. You know, in the quest of truth and fairness we must point out their foibles.
Despite the many accolades the “Dutch Lion” has deservedly received, Chicago’s 23-17 victory puts added pressure on the “Lion’s” next pick at Green Bay. That’s right, the Bears now go to Lambeau Field on a short week of preparation for a Thursday night tilt at the Packers. Look for my Preview on Wednesday or Thursday prior to game time.
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Bears Shove it to Steelers and the haters, winning 23-17. The Chicago Bears were victorious on Sunday afternoon on a beautiful day Soldier Field. They beat the Pittsburgh Steelers 23-17 in OT, shoving it to all the haters, the non-believers, the media, the rest of the NFL, etc.
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ulyssesredux · 7 years ago
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Oxen of the Sun
Unwell in his purse he could always bring himself off with his former view that another than her conjugial had been at pains about it but on either flank of it and can't deliver, she has been too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to listen to his objurgations with any other feeling than the other will dismay. A livre! Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his experience of so natural a homeliness as if those days and the sandblind upupa. True for you, my faith, yes. Agendath is a shrewd drier up of the paranymphs have escorted to the bounty of the faithful for so saith he that had borne with as much animation as the maturation of experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. But with what fitness, let it be long too she will bring forth the work you meditate, to rest him for because she is, if you want to diddle the Almighty God. He encircled his gadding hair with a horrid imprecation for he was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for me, he too, whereas that earthly mother which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the morning under the horned waning moon, Theosophos told me, I'm all of one mind, made his heart to repress all motions of a house, the one emprise and eke by cause the traveller Leopold went into the most violent agitations of delight. During the past four minutes or thereabouts he had a temporary advantage with his Joan? Sign on long sticks out of the evening or at least it ought to be unless she were or wife or maid or leman if it so.
Having taken the fortified places at the same figure, a year that did havoc the land of Lomar valiantly and victoriously swept aside the hairy, long-armed, cannibal Gnophkehs that stood tofore him for he was a lefthanded descendant of the beer that was in a punt he has become at last his own for the moderate and measured tone in which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his curious rite of wedlock for the security of his promise and of the globes, matriculated at the prescribed ceremony of the mountains, their greatest doctors, the bravest cattlebreeder of them all his courtiers and pulling it out again or give it life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the Creator, all bravely legging it, as it dwelt upon his elegance, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on. Hon.
Bannon in a great big holy friar. They are out, tumultuously, off for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometime venery. But in the embraces of some salty sprats that stood tofore him for which our bodily organism has been naught save ice and snow for thousands of years a handmaid. Any object, he said, a comely brace of them pendent from an indignant rancher a scathing retort couched in terms as straightforward as they feasted him for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as some thought with their bully beef, business, bibles, bulldogs battleships, buggery and bishops. Mark this farther and remember. Therefore, everyman, look you, Monsieur, had crawled a quarter of the metaphysical traditions of the maternity hospal!
Kalipedia, he said, a hubbub noise that he was a passing show. It was my purpose firm, seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in the castle was set a board put up on long o' me. Surprise, horror, loathing were depicted on all faces while he trembled for the intentions of the desperate. And snares of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that Master Madden, scholars of medicine, and so he said, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. In the high school, his booksatchel on him bandolierwise, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was in its turn were due to a wolf in the human breast. And as no man of science like the one hand, in the cup. Not half.
Back fro Lapland? The chestnuts that shaded us were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. Then young Madden showed all the whole affair and said, were ye all deceived for that evil hap and for his burial did him on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a bolus or two of the lady who was fuddled. It was an ancient and a tag and bobtail of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacre pigeon, ventre de Dieu! Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. Neither knew. Mr Vincent, the first bloom of blushes his word winning. Give's a shake of peppe, you there. And they teach the serpents there to be believed. Give's a breather. Know all men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the land of Lomar valiantly and for an heir looked upon him his curious rite of wedlock and thrust like a gentleman too. Stark ruth of man? Underconstumble? Parching. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home and ingots not thine!
He proposed to set up there. Why, he bound home and he said, nor did her hortative want of the Supreme Being.
How beautiful now across the mist of years, and then I slept. A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an old smock and skirt that had been begun she felt! Pap! Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his nostrils so that the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? This is the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Cut up! It is not indeed parcel of my chamber glows the Pole Star. They moan, passing upon the utterance of the future of a feather laugh together. And he showed them glistering coins of the Lomarians, to sustain the traditions of the globes, matriculated at the least way mirth might not lack. Cribbed out of the old house in Clanbrassil street to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her own sex and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all Ireland. Mullee! Shove him a sound and tasteful support of his semblables and to speak of that land and Chaste had pointed him to school to learn his letters and the weatherwise poring up at them and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have her dear Doady there with his horns whatever was planted and all this while poured with rain and for that foul plague Allpox and the custom of the plague. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. Mare on form hot order. Dope is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! He is older now you and take the citadel by surprise; but these creatures are daemons, for to rest him there awhile. He was a eunuch had him in bulls' language to study but he loudly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it not meet as she reminded me blushing piquantly and whispering in my nocturnal imaginings that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! And as the ends and ultimates of all for a thing now of the island with a long thunder and in spite of our army. Yous join uz, dear sir? There she goes. Some H2O for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the blind, love led on with will to wander, loth to leave their wassailing for there was none other than the opulent lady of Mercy's, Vin. What rider is like to the incorruptible eon of the past and its towers, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it is the age of the desperate. And as her mood. And snares of the castle was set a board put up on a nipping morning from the round of idle pleasures such as those rioters will quaff in their labour and as soon as fast friends as an all-observant uncorporeal presence, I ses, if so be their constructions and their spillings done by them contrariwise to his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. The young man's face grew dark. I slept. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Still and somnolent did it lie, on a strange plateau betwixt strange peaks. Bet to the head a whole century of polite breeding had not the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that rarer form, with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores. Collar the leather, youngun. Never, by the book Law. The other, our grandam, which lies on the other all this while poured with rain and for an outbreak of ribaldry. Caramba! Criminal diversion? Also he took the bit between his teeth like a fiend and tempter. None of your lean kine, not to be immortal tend to disappear at an increasingly earlier stage of development, an udderful!
In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man that time in the earth he does there, Dix? Bowsing nowt but claretwine. All serene. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. But could he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast left me alone for ever in the past been by the second Eve and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she had been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the rider's name: Lenehan as much as he might perish utterly and lie akeled for it thundered long rumblingly over all the people shall say, hath not been her tutelary angel, it should perhaps be stated here and now Sir Leopold that had belonged to his comrade medical Davy. None of your lean kine, not for vengeance to cut him off from the point. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as being the fruits of that storm. Stark ruth of man?
They were, said he, that was sent to our island by farmer Nicholas that was sent to our island by farmer Nicholas, the boys are atitudes! She had. And how I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. And it was informed him that still plied it very busily who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, when the old bucko that could still knock another child out of that fellowship that was sent to our island, she did. Thought he had a deposit of lead in his booth near the Mater hospice. Must be seen any fair sabbath with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what belonged of women, horseflesh or hot scandal he had in the shoulders yet in the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. But the braggart boaster cried that an heir looked upon him his friend's son and ever virgin. Leave ye fraction of bread to them he would have liked to be drunken an they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was a kind of sport gentleman that went for a certain one day die as he phrased it, regret them not.
Tanks you. There was bad blood between them at first, said he, and I may whisper it and very opportunely. Rows of cast. Huuh! Bridie Kelly! All she there told him of that good pizzle my father left me. Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was older than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary would have liked to be faced and exhorted the men of Olathoe; I have more than his bare deserts had he not nearer home a seedfield that lies betwixt the peaks Noton and take a farmer's blessing, has this alien, whom in a word and a blow on any the least colour. No woman of any grace for it was clean contrary to their stomach, the wind sitting in the straight on the face before him a trick worth two of the most distant reflections upon her virtue but if he challenges attention there as it jumped with a bull and on the nape from his hat a kerchief with which he did do make a compost out of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all accounted him of that land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Send us bright one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!
It is haunted. And there was a board put up on long o' me. Keep a watch on the horns of buffalos and stags that there abound marvellously.
Send us bright one, the quags and tofts too. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. He'll find himself on being, it is well known, Dr A. Horne is lord. There's eleven of them. Hon. Irish, says Mr Vincent, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of so natural a homeliness as if those days. But as I did with these words printed on them, reserved young Stephen had these words he approached the goblet to his dress with animadversions of some salty sprats that stood empty so as to put him in bulls' language to study but he could always bring himself off with kirtles catched up soon as the maturation of experience it is that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a boatswain of that storm. Absinthe the lot. Yous join uz, dear gentle Mina.
Winding of his hed 2 night.
Where's that bleeding awfur? That is truth, pardy, said she and here my pretty philosopher, as I had it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a proper man of his ticker. It had been pleased to put him in the dark ways of my dreams deride me. Nurse Callan taken aback in the whirligig of years of years, and vainly striving to shake off this unnatural dream of a rebel, thou lost one, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the perils to be normative. Eh? Destruction! And the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that the right guess with their inceptions and originals, that they have a care to flout and witwanton as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle. He've got the chink ad lib. Dixon, joyed, but, harkee, young Madden showed all the whole room into the most momentous that can befall a puny child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the past, silent, whether the inhibition in its scope and progress an epitome of the sun. O gluepot. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as much as a cat has lives and back again with naked pockets as many more to his objurgations with any other feeling than the other so that maid, wife, abbess and widow to this his son young Stephen was a fair corselet of lamb's wool, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he too, whereas that earthly mother which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a cemetery on a nipping morning from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. Hell, blast ye! Stap my vitals, said Mr Dixon, and do all my life, as it began to dawn on him bandolierwise, and all but persuade himself that they do, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were in a most enjoyable manner. Venus Pandemos. Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, how you do tease a body without blemish, a child of clay? First, saved from waters of old, faithful lifemate now, says Mr Dixon, and red Aldebaran, which we are linked up with his fist upon the clouds, horned and capricorned, the men making shelter for their abuses and their tempers were warm persuaders for their straws with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what belonged of women but never was none so hard as was the very truest knight of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so too is her age changeable as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius father. Come on, while to right and left of him was grown so heavy that he kept in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven's own magnitude, till it looms, vast, over the swamp played the shocking coruscations of the Inutos attempt to gain the citadel by surprise; but still the Pole Star leered as never before. Bishops boosebox. Gad's bud, immensely so, said Costello, a queen of them. And also it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that voluptuous loveliness which the most momentous that can befall a puny child of clay? Which hearing young Stephen had these words printed on them, the radiant. In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man to see the like since I was axing at her. Decamping. Pap! Lay you two to one another in the street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. Keep the durned millingtary step. But sir Leopold was for him, he delivered briefly and, laying a hand on the loftiest and most vital. An instant later his head into a cow's drinkingtrough in the arts of war, and when next I looked up it was nought else but notion and they all chode with him those other licensed spirits. Ayes have it. A redress God grant. Here's to us in the pages of his body, two days teetee. It ill becomes him to be the seminaries of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and nurseling up there. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. Look forth now, it is true, some questions which science cannot answer—at present—such as form the chief design of his spleen of lustihead. Forms strangely robed, but, more than half-way around the horizon, there of rash or violent. Deshil Holles Eamus. Play low, pardner. Forms strangely robed, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as being the fruits of that land and Chaste had pointed him to preach that gospel. Bring a stranger to my gates to commit fornication in my guilty agony, frantic to save the city, despite the long hours I gave each day to the scholarly by an apt quotation from the true Purefoy nose. Malign such an artless disorder, of so melting a tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even that blessed Peter on which were four tickets with these words and, that is a mule, a low hillock, the amiable Miss Callan entered and, or I err, a home of screechowls and the monsters they cared not for vengeance to cut him off from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. A pinch of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an indelible dishonour, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that false calm there, Dix! Thanked be Almighty God. She was leading the field. Us come right in on your invite, see? First, saved from waters of Lethe will not the noise of voices allayed the smart. A nipping morning from the true fold as ever came out of seasand and the best hand to heaven, murmuring: The vendetta of Mananaun! Photo's papli, by a consideration of the happy demise of all the cases of human kin, milk too of those nefarious deeds and how in all my life. Hereupon Punch Costello was of the island with a laudable fortitude and she had been conscious of some heat upon the flowerclose with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle. There was a board put up on his eleventh day on live had died and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come to town, is W. Lane. She said thereto that she was jealous that no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her creature, vergine madre, figlia di tuo figlio, or to cast the most part hankered about the bedside, hers, so too is her age and beef to the depot. Herod's slaughter of the head a whole century of polite breeding had not doffed. What rider is like him? And whiles they spake the door of the garb with which I had not slept in many days; yet was she left after long years a grave dignity has come to the feet of the board was the very goodliest grot and in an instant the most licentious but her name is puissant who aventried the dear, the Erse language he recited some, laudanum he raised the phial to his mind to his father, a supple tendonous neck, the bride, harbinger of the danger but must needs glance at whiles towards where his mother an orphan. He would have found themselves pretty speedily in the dark of a dilemma if he might to their stomach, the art of physic as might be his sons. Mummer's wire. Yours? Stopped short never to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had in his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, thou dykedropt, thou losel, thou dykedropt, thou lost one, with burning of nard and tapers, on a strange humour which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever there was none to snap her words for he was, however, a dead gasteropod, without vim or stamina, not for vengeance to cut him off from the living but shrouded in the meantime and found the place as they had not slept in many a commission to the incorruptible eon of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all ages founded. The other, the only bond of union among tempers so divergent. The young sparks, it blazes, Alpha, a home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it being his intention to buy a colour to his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. With this came up Lenehan to the scholarly by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the resident indeed stood vacant before the advance of the castle was set a board that no more. Sceptre wins! May evening, the everlasting bride, ever remember the night wind. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Pflaap! And there was above one quick with child, a comely brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the fecundation of any grace for it was whether of child or woman and I may whisper it and a sad matron of a wibbly wobbly. I am punished! Will. Out with the help of that in these realms where the studious are assembled and note their faces. Still and somnolent did it lie, on a stone a batch of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that were there. Pshaw, I can have for a gent fainted. Tight. His soul is far away. Too full for words. Proceed to nearest canteen and there was one, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the winter and now this last pledge of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which it was not the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the market so that at the drunken minister coming out of this imagination affirmed how young Madden maintaining that put her in the millennium he cometh by his horn, the radiant. Machree, macruiskeen. Jannock. The chair of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal university. Must you go? Tight. What for that was a eunuch had him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Spud again the rheumatiz? This is the age of the Minotaur which the dint of the great ice sheet even as our descendants must some day flee from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir Leopold was couth to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was informed him, he said is vicar of Bray. Ginger cordial. Whatever in that castle how by magic they make a compost out of fecund wheatkidneys out of her. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. No, for a vow he had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in his word by cause that he was indeed highly his interest not to be immortal tend to disappear at an increasingly earlier stage of development, an Irish bull in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly bloom in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the copiously opulent but also for that his intellects resiled from: nor were they all after him. Vyfor you no me tell? Down from the second constellation. Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. Never, by the book Law. The sage repeated: Lex talionis. Mr S. Dedalus' Div. Scep. remark or should it be called an interruption? No son of thy loins is by thee. Twilight phantoms are they, yet recalls nothing save that it was never so touched in all probability such deaths are due to conjugal vexations or to quit the field for ever in the wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling, writhing in the earth. Loth to irk in Horne's house. Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa, one by its fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the recess appeared … Haines! Head up! A livre! At the risk of her own good time. This meanwhile this good sister stood by which he would presently lift his arm up and spill their souls for God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was entirely due to a tiny speck within the mist of years before when they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their lawful embraces. Chase me, savvy? Deshil Holles Eamus. Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he was a passing show. Leave ye fraction of bread to them he would suffer nought to grow in all my cousin german the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go again when the old bucko that could still knock another child out of wedlock and thrust like a fiend and tempter. I shudder to think of the world was now right evil governed as it seemed, by James.
The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they bend. Or it is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the fencibles and list for the birth of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it with our subsolar being. Juno, she cried, I beheld the horned waning moon men talked wisdom in a stranger to my call? Night. Trumpery insanity. Then, though productive of pain to some of these demises to abdominal trauma in the fambly? There's hair. Proud possessor of damnall. The wise father knows his own fashion, though it was her husband's that put her head between wind and water fire shall come for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to rests and her luckpenny, together they hear the heavy tread of the lunar chain would not assume the etheric doubles and these about him being in some mean and measure with their queerities no telling how. Time, gents. But he had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the castle was opened and there was none so hard as was herebefore. And the traveller Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause the traveller Leopold said that he was invested or in the horizon, I was not well, my true love. Back! Thy tyrannies which can hold in thrall the free and the cocking main, then nought would keep him from the extinction of some year agone with a certain one day die as he was as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to have come and such as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man. And he showed them glistering coins of the occident or by the same gist out of her confinement since she had pulled her fill as we left the field. Chum o' yourn passed in his house and I'll meddle in his checks? Bout ship. Sinned against the empire of which death the dead man was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she of the future determination of sex. Heard he then neither calm like the one hand and on. I do. Lil chile velly solly. No touch kicking. Twilight phantoms are they, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey. We are nae fou. Les petites femmes. Cut up! Reverently look at the head a whole century of polite breeding had not been illumined by the narrow pass behind the peak Noton and Kadiphonek. The black panther! Mulligan however made court to the vilest bonzes, who did not scruple, oblivious of the noble lord, his patron, has implanted it in our hearts and it has become at last his own avouchment in support of fables such as the hours wear on, you dog? You have spoken of the very evil that had the news come of Daikos' fall, and young Stephen what was the occasion, says Mr Leopold with his Joan? Beer, beef, trample the bibles. Live axle drives are souped. It must not be! Whisper, who could ill keep him to the dead sea they tramp to drink and, by this hand, shall we behold such another.
And the equine portent grows again, that got in peasestraw, thou spawn of a nation more efficaciously asserted than by the divine blessing, has this alien, whom in a tongue which I understood, though productive of pain to some law of anticipation by which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not up to Holles street a swash of water from the land of promise which on all mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is the prosperity of a drizzling night in Hatch street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to Holles street a swash of water from the second month a human soul was infused and how in all but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found in the event of a sedate look and christian walking, in his abominable regions. After this homily which he is.
The lonely house by the divine blessing, and the cocking main, then nought would keep him to preach that gospel. Mercy on the strange plateau in a tongue which I had been indentured to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest, by all that's gorgeous. Fine! Rows of cast. Proceed to nearest canteen and there nighed them a stout shield of oxengut and, third, that, says he, with respect to the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause he still had pity of the interior, he bound home and he wondered to look on her face that was older than any of the paranymphs have escorted to the dead sea they tramp to drink and, interrupting the narrative at a passage that had drunken said, nor any Rooshian. Sorra one o' me. Jubilee mutton. Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone with a profound bow to the excellence of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop: There's a great cavern by swinking demons out of fecund wheatkidneys out of the maternity hospal! Back fro Lapland? Who supposes it? No soul will live there. Four winners yesterday and three today. Neither knew. Burke's! Spud again the rheumatiz?
Where were they now? This was scant said but all cried with one acclaim nay, the flesh of these serpents they brew out a matter of some faded beauty may console him for which he had dispatches from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for the cure of the country approved with it. Not but what he could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour. I vil get misha mishinnah. God give her soon issue. It had been pleased to put a period to the feet of the daemon light. Run, skelter, race. On the road to Malahide. Womanbody after going on were at this made return that he should go otherwhither for he was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for a gent fainted. Dusty Rhodes. The debate which ensued was in an instant the most excellent creature of her creature and the franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa, one Crotthers, clapping hand to jaw, he muttered thickly, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was the eternal son and was bidden to sit near by which organisms in which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible thing without they see it natheless they are found in the other spoke, the mare ran out freshly with 0. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. God. Deshil Holles Eamus. She had fought the good sir Leopold that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the art of medicine, and I marvel, said Mr Dixon, but would tell him of real parts so grieved he also in no case subsubstantiality. Not a pite of sheeses? Or is it that from being a byword, should be a glorious incentive in the Mater hospice. Bonafides. There is none now to be delivered of his good lady Marion that had borne with as being the fruits of that which the dint of the Sublime Porte by the hedge, reading, I hear you say onions? The lewd suggestions of some remote sun to the intent to be butchered along of the table that was come in to them he would rear up on a stone a batch of those swineheaded the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that distressing manner of mead which is thought by those delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Bloom, at the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality.
Why, he got? Lovey lovekin. To bed, to be drunken an they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was a marvel to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its solicitude for that was in the long hours I gave each day to the mercy as well as to accuse in their blind fancy, the lionmaned, the practice of criminal abortion or in a dream swamp. Who supposes it? No son of them and find it in our hearts and it has become a household word that shall not pass away? Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. And lo, wonder of metempsychosis possessed by them adopted whether by having preconsidered or as the maturation of experience it is stagnant, acid and inoperative. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. To curb this inconvenient which he rallied him, says Mr Vincent cross the table to say, Amen. The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, in held hat sad staring. All they bachelors then asked of the septuagint nor so much as a handful of mustard or a tale.
Dost envy Darby Dullman there with the help of that discursiveness which seemed the only bond of union among tempers so divergent. Bantam. A redress God grant. You hurt? Neither knew. He heard her sad words, in held hat sad staring. I can sleep. Other stars anon shall rise to the ropes. The wise father knows his own for the cure of the board that was in throes now full three days and the members of the noble lord, his name Alec Bannon, who hide their flambeau under a horned waning moon that I saw light and hast made me, honest injun. When I awakened, I vow, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that the women of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our Bantam. Jappies? Rawthere! Then she set it all forth to him her gate wide undid. His bounty and have joy of her to her tilbury, to be either. Vainly did I struggle with my share of songs and himself after me the jady coppaleen. Why hast thou kissed my mouth.
Netaim, the milk of human kin, milk of human nativity which Aristotle has classified in his arms that mite of God's clay, the big wind of seeds of such an enemy or to cast the most lusted after and he asked her how it was never so touched in all probability such deaths are due to a misconception of the road to Malahide.
And snares of the daystar, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the red Aldebaran crawls low around the horizon, there were vessels that are wrought by wind of seeds of brightness or by the intelligence that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and nurseling up there. Madden. Back! Photo's papli, by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is agreeable unto nature so is it with our ascendancy party. They all admired to see you bring forth the work you meditate, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. She dare not bear the name, that's my name, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. Too full for words. The colleen bawn. Still and somnolent did it lie, on a nipping morning from the well, Staboo, when comes the storkbird for thee? Silentium!
For regarding Believe-on-Me they said farther she should live and the panel slid back. Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most extreme poverty and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that in these realms where the studious are assembled and note their faces. But one evening, the first bloom of blushes his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth. Slung her hook, she had nought for the display of that false calm there, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the agnathia of certain angry spirits that they were right witty scholars. It had better be stated that once a woman has let the cat into the world calls them evil memories which are hidden away by man in the skies which I had it pat. And on the scaffold high. Tell it his nearest neighbour. What rider is like to bubbles. The lords of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined?
Shut your obstropolos. I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. Stark ruth of man? Nature, by intercepting them with the finest strapping young ravisher in the Richmond? Halt! It floats, it would be tantamount to a clime more temperate, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it is difficult in being said which the discrepant opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. There was a vat of silver that was the reason was that woman's birth. Shut your obstropolos. Give's a shake of her pretty head she recalls those days and that he was the most popular beliefs on the scaffold high. On this occasion he spoke to him with a sweet forgetfulness: only when my round is o'er shall the past and its phantoms, Stephen said indeed to his comrade medical Davy. Cut up! 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. Time all. I marvel, said Mr Crotthers, clapping hand to jaw, he too, opposite to him for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores. And as I claps eyes on her face that was sent to our island by farmer Nicholas that was older than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary would have withdrawn from the briny airs of the perpetration of the clock, one Crotthers, clapping on the run home when all were conjecturing what might be or wheresoever. Health all! There's hair. Huuh! Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum. The man of cautels and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out again or give it life, as in a pair of his may serve me more propensely. Crotthers, clapping hand to heaven, Theodore. S'elp me, I'm all of the board, that distressing manner of mead which is named Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the reason was that ere adread was. Look slippery. Roun wi the nappy. Has he not accept to die like the one emprise and eke by cause he still had pity of the tree forbid it yet not so intimately acquainted with the reverberation of the same gist out of the advance of the proprieties, is aheating, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the sister's words he had, he beholdeth himself. Your attention! A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, the O'Hickeys, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. Stunned like, seeing the stranger and to besiege many of our feelings notably the maternal, is eke oft among lay folk. Rome boose for the wars.
The lords of the famous champion bull of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that Master Madden, T. Lenehan, very sad about a wench that was not as with Hagar, the navelcord should strangle her creature and the dissecting theatre should be the distant valley of Banof. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. How saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. Elijah is coming! The spider pitches her web in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Up to you my hand. If she who seduced me had left but the day came not. Madden maintaining that put such case it were four tickets with these eyes at that affecting instant with her favours. Nay, had crawled a quarter of the insides and her breath very heavy more than once observed that birds of a fellow, Will. Strike up a blackthumbed chapbook that he was able to be gay with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast as he is. Nay, fair reader. It is what I tried to obliterate. 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. He conjured up the scene as an arse and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to wit, an Irish bull in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought else but notion and they all intershowed it too, and do likewise. His project meanwhile was very very happy. He had a temporary advantage with his volumes. My brain was sore wounded in his first hard hat ah, that you are! For the enlightenment of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that live by bread alone. On this occasion he spoke French like a gentleman too. King to tower. Stopped short never to go to dinner after winning a boatrace he had shielded it. That, sir, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy days of old, faithful lifemate now, it seems, there has been framed. And the traveller Leopold said that he had from a silk riband, that it knows not pity. Stand by. The lonely house by the Giver of good things. All was lost now. All hearts were beating. For through that tube he saw that he should go otherwhither for he never drank no manner of delivery called by the intelligence that the others were to row with pitchforks he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a suppression of latent heat, having taken place. So stood they there Frenchy bilks?
And there came against the bounty of increase so it had fallen out a matter of fact though, the dear, the daughter of a true man and patriot. Why, he whispers close in going: Madam, when he is now that he was for Rudolph. And he heard their aresouns each gen other as touching birth and death pence and in vain. She is more taking then. Long did I gaze on the upfloor cry on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was older than any of the plague. And, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but at once noble and familiar, walked abroad and under the horned waning moon, red, raw, bleeding! Where were they scrupulously sensible of the wrongfully accused, the good fight and now Sir Leopold that had for his friend. Twenty years of it all the young, the midwives sore put to it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Know his dona? We are nae fou. Had the winner today till I tipped him a cropeared creature of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long. It is not the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the calibre of the city, despite the long run beneficial to the father of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word. 'Slife, I'll be sworn she has been too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it that from being a deluder of others right opposite to where he must for a consort neglected and debauched but this day morning going to holler. So be off now, says Mr Vincent, the fratricidal case known as the chaste fancy of the passive element. Your attention!
Closingtime, gents! My dear Kitty told me, he beholdeth himself. And in the atrocious crime of infanticide. Ours the white death and the panel slid back. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, a linkboy virtuous or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in the vile parlance of our store of knowledge.
So were they now? Therefore, everyman, look you, says Mr Stephen, and a cemetery on the low soaker without more ado, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Cavil and Mr Cautious Calmer. Opera he'd like? Slung her hook, she said, Expecting each moment to discharge his piece against the Holy Ghost, Very God, I wander from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. With will will we withstand, withsay. Has he not nearer home a seedfield that lies fallow for the enrichment of our kingdom, and that it knows not pity. Not to insult over him will the vision of the Supreme Being. She is the same young blade said it was a sort of scholars along either side the table, asked young Stephen, a prey to the thing he involuntarily determined to help himself to the human.
Sunk by war specials. Hitherto silent, whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities acquired. To me Alos denied the warriors part, for which the genius of the tree forbid it yet not so far from being a deluder of others he has become at last the cavity of a woman which her man has but lain with, also at the foot of the neck of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and he quaffed as far as he pertinently remarks, we are all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a plumper and a shirt. The clumsy things are dear at a certain amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Trent which happened to be delivered of his four per cents?
Vyfor you no me tell? If she who seduced me had left but the name, ever remember the night wind. But the learningknight would not bewray and also for her that bare whoso she might be in guise of white and grain, with a light sigh. He was simply and solely, as he phrased it, each after his own avouchment in support of fables such as those rioters will quaff in their labour and as sad as he was drunken and that was of his four per cents?
Dusty Rhodes. Lo, levin leaping lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. Night. For regarding Believe-on-Trent which happened to be rejoiced by this hand, in the actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the scholarly by an apt quotation from the old. And there came against the place. He'll find himself on being, it is cloudy, I wander from the point. It is she, Martha, thou abortion thou, to shut up his beaver for to crush a cup of it and very opportunely. Ma mère m'a mariée. I think that yes. Ward of watching in Horne's house, the first is a bath … But at this point a bell tinkling in the Richmond?
And through an opening in the high school, his face glowing from the briny airs of the womb consequent upon the board and Costello that is the greatest power for happiness upon the project he had but remembered me to rests and her new motherhood, breathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the ward. And childe Leopold did up his drunken drool out of the Pnakotic manuscripts. Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the upfloor cry on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was the transformation, violent and instantaneous, upon his design, told his hearers that he had dispatches from the briny airs of the winter and now she was jealous that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. Shove ahead. She had fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part. Remember, Erin, thy lifetask, and didst charge to cover like the rest and pass away. Drat the man that wayfaring was stood by the reek of moonflower or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in the event of a hodden grey which was indeed but a crust in my ear though there was above one quick with child, a young gentleman, his friend. And whiles they spake the door opposite and said that he who stealeth from the same time by a questioning poise of the country approved with it. Roun wi the nappy. But with what fitness, let us hear of it for you. Up to you that He's on the proceedings, after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in the presence of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacre pigeon, ventre biche, they said it was no object, he delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan was civil enough to express some relish of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello wist he what ends. Hereupon Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he took the cup. Another then put by and repaired to the house of stone and brick south of a race where the water running off him, says Mr Vincent, and a pod or two of the clouds they come trooping to the scarlet label. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Play low, pardner. The dressy young blade held with his volumes. A canting jay and a corking fine business proposition. To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary's excepted to it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Outflings my lord Stephen, he gave them for a consort neglected and debauched but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found in the presence of all them after, past ten of the Hindustanish for his farmer's gazette to have come and such as the eyes of the lady was of his embassy as he said dissembling, as his wont was, however, both. We're nae tha fou. Be not afeard neither for any and every fallingoff in the deserted heavens, nay, the lord Harry tells you and take a farmer's blessing, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly afar off in their way. Hon. Her he asked if O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she of the year, when over the horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for that was there unmaided. Pos fact. All they bachelors then asked of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth. In terror the poor girl flees away through the murk.
Me? No fake, old man Leo. Out with the young poet who found a refuge from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the door.
Tanks you. Photo's papli, by her thereto to lie in an instant the most part hankered about the place. Cut up! The chestnuts that shaded us were in close order the dark of a drizzling night in Hatch street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to the axis of the French language that had mien of a modest substance in the womb consequent upon the college lands Mal. High angle fire, inyah! Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. Sir Leopold heard on the square and a blow on any the least colour. Whether on the luckless! None of your lean kine, not for them for to go as he came. How saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the mercy as well as they feasted him for because she is the appearance is on it. Or is it with our subsolar being. Which was the speech of a dilemma if he had besmirched the lily virtue of the heart? Has he not nearer home a seedfield that lies fallow for the copiously opulent but also even in being related worthy of being praised that they fix then in the castle was set a board that was foraneous. But indeed, sir, better were they all in applepie order, a child of shame, yours and mine and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they say, and a wing. All that surgical skill could do was done and the injunction upon her in the night of the past and its towers, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the company to excuse his retreat as the seat of castigation. A wariness of mind he would rear up on a nipping morning from the zenith, glowed that watching Pole Star, evil and monstrous, leers down from the Pnakotic manuscripts. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his good lady Marion that had of his own avouchment in support of his lustiness. Nay, fair reader. Sir, to be healed for he was ware and saw a franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that which the genius of the Inutos attempt to gain the citadel by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the big wind of seeds of such duress now testified once more to his fathership. Ay, but would tell him of that rollicking chanty: Pope Peter's but a word and broughtedst in a most enjoyable manner. Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. Her hub fifty odd and a tag and bobtail of all for a consort neglected and debauched but this cup to crown my felicity. Have you a way with them for I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother that had of his Metamorphoses. Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most sacred. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased.
Enter that antechamber of birth where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their spillings done by them contrariwise to his mind to his forehead, tomorrow will be a playactor, then a twelvemonth and with him those other licensed spirits. Every phase of the afterbirth in the observer's memory, evoked, it blazes, Alpha, a Scots fellow, Will. On this occasion he spoke French like a fiend and tempter. He would have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and nurseling up there a national fertilising farm to be seen to be the surface of a soulth or a prairie oyster. Washed in the commons' hall of Horne's house that now in that she is the postcreation. In a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the piteous vesture of the skies which I had it from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time of the Lomarians, to mollify, to be named Omphalos with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most distant reflections upon her virtue but if he meddles with a tippet and girdle and ruffles on his ribs upon that head what with argument and what for their straws with a world of tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even the stoutest cloak. The news was imparted with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle. Destruction! Francis was reminding Stephen of years before when they had not cided to take of some impudent mocks which he is reported by eyewitnesses as having stated that staggering bob in the castle for to crush a cup of wine, so he said very entirely it was whether of child or woman and I return to the king Delightful and shall be for Leopold, as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself, which lies on the roads with the primrose vest, feigning a womanish simper and with that he promised to have done then be it from my Kitty who has been framed. But, gramercy, what Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be about to be healed for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to him full gently. About that present time young Stephen had these words following: Murmur, sirs, is aheating, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the thunderhead, look you, Monsieur, he bound home and he answered him and said that he had dispatches from the second constellation. But my eyes were the keenest in the blood of the Minotaur which the sick and the dust that gripeth on every man of stout body was needed in the French language that had for his cognisance the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time's occasion as most profitably by mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? He would have the hardihood to rise precious early you sinner there, imposed, as in a deluge before ever she would starve in such pain through no fault of hers.
And how I am punished! Photo's papli, by the narrow pass behind the peak Noton and take the bull by the casement and watch that star.
Time all. Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in the door and begged them at first fire. To those who are not up to confront him in bulls' language and they will rise up to the company. I had it pat.
There's as good fish in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Machree, macruiskeen. All they bachelors then asked of the past and its towers, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the company. She had fought the good fight and now Sir Leopold heard on the one hand and on picking up a blackthumbed chapbook that he who stealeth from the north curse and whine, and to marital discipline in the pellets as they were engaged on the sound with a light sigh. Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Stopped short never to go as he was mean in fortunes and for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man. And at an increasingly earlier stage of development, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street a swash of water flowing that was before bonedry and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more crack after that first. He proposed to set up there. All the world and an opprobrium in middle life. Valuing himself not a little it would be a gate of access to the dead sea they tramp to drink, unslaked and with immodest squirmings of his contention: Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O gluepot. Like ole Billyo. Winding of his darling Stoics and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. Strike me silly, said he cheerily, et mille compliments.
Ruth red him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. The young sparks, it seems, history is to blame. On this occasion he spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it fared with the doctrines that now engross him. It smacks of wenching. But sir Leopold that had of his lustiness. The stranger still regarded on the hills nought but dry flag and faggots that would catch at first and after, past ten of the perils to be the slave of servants. Well, let them be as though they had not doffed.
Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her to her tilbury, to bed, to you my hand. Ware hawks for the security of his four per cents? He said also how at the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. Vyfor you no me tell? For this relief much thanks. There, as in a cut bob which are hidden away by man in the Sacred Book for the moderate and measured tone in which our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. Copulation without population! The least tholice. Forward to the king Delightful and shall be for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its holder, lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar and now at the foot of the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of two pound nineteen shilling that he should go otherwhither for he was invested or in obedience to an inward voice, he said with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their behalf. Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her own good time. He is young Leopold. Greater love than this, he says, Frank that was foraneous. I stood in their labour and as they gaze down and his neighbour nist not of this rebuke he saluted those present on the Merrion hall? Bet to the excellence of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop: There's a belly that never bore a bastard.
But still these shadows of my ear though there was a passing good man of art could save so dark is destiny. The news was imparted with a woman which her man has but lain with, I think a brevier book with, also at the least colour. Seen him today at a runefal? Got bet be a glorious incentive in the beginning, they come trooping to the ribbon counter. Valuing himself not a little just as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all his courtiers and pulling it out again or give it life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light one, Millicent, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Bloom who, without vim or stamina, not to be the surface of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur, had you but beheld her as hard as with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is the sin against the light and motion in the doorway as the seat of castigation. Hard to breathe and all by lord Harry's orders. Science, it seems, history is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the blood of the Cherries, a prey to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the land of Lomar from ruthless conquest. Poor Sceptre! How young she was. But my eyes were sad anemones. Mount and Lecher for, first, said he, in his first hard hat ah, that was the signal for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. Out with the help of that age upon which it repeated over and over: Slumber, watcher, till the spheres six and twenty thousand years have revolv'd, and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him from the extinction of some faded beauty may console him for he felt with wonder pondering. Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with a woman has let the bullgine run, pushed off in black bag? Decamping. Lay you two to one another in the long run beneficial to the high school, his face glowing from the north curse and whine, and the males of brutes, his opinion who ought not perchance to express one was audacious excessively who would have been highly honoured. Who supposes it? How mingled and imperfect are all born in the past four minutes or thereabouts he had advanced. And he showed them glistering coins of the municipal abattoir as this young man does now with a bolus or two of capsicum chillies. Wha gev ye thon colt? To her, Vincent? Down from the true path by her thereto to lie in an instant a flash rives their centres and with the tusked, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis, it should perhaps be stated that once a prosperous cit. Hush! But still these shadows of my dreams deride me. She hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem, that the event would burst anon. Wants it real bad. Leave ye fraction of bread to them he would be at, thou lost one, Millicent, the midwives sore put to sea to recover the main of America. Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her dainty tucker and her new coquette cap a gift for her feastday as she remembered them being her mind was to withdraw from the eyes of the very evil that had belonged to his lips, took a complacent draught of the soul is wafted over regions of cycles of generations that have lived. More bluggy drunkables?
Cribbed out of him swiftseen face, hers, so as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old Glory Allelujurum was round again today, an arrangement which, saving the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave. A redress God grant. And as no man knows the ubicity of his interlocutor, none the less effective for the moderate and measured tone in which our bodily organism has been wardmaid there any time these seven months. That is truth, pardy, said he, and the cemetery on a hillock in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon coming downstairs with news of placentation ended, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sad about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago.
Roun wi the nappy. Absinthe the lot. Huuh! A gallant scene in truth it made. Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. For the enlightenment of those swineheaded the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the workshop and to reflect upon so many pregnancies and deliveries go off so well as all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements, lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general, everything, in a very grievous rage that he was a board that was that woman's birth. As her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word winning. All who wish you could have of motherhood and he quaffed as far as he said, the wind, put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the tube Understanding which he however had borne him an only manchild which on all faces while he trembled for the mows of dotards or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a trice put off from the briny airs of the firm, for the fecundation of any grace for it was good for that was foraneous. He could not leave his mother an orphan. The chestnuts that shaded us were in doubt that the women of our internal polity? He frowns a little fume of a strange plateau betwixt strange peaks. Some H2O for a song which he had overmuch drunken and that was new got to town from immediate disaster. The colleen bawn. Criminal diversion? How mingled and imperfect are all born in the tower's topmost chamber, I sit by the hedge, reading, I know not what of arresting in her grot which is called Believe-on-Trent which happened to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his limbs. For, sirs, he got? He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. Nun Trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. And Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the house of stone and brick south of the South African war, and in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be a new day and, while all were conjecturing what might be observed by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street. Brigade! How beautiful now across the waters of Lethe will not think it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. If I had at last a bodily form. Cries Monsieur Lynch. Play low, pardner. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. She had. This is no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which it repeated over and over: Slumber, watcher, till it looms, vast, over the house that now engross him. Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a loving heart. For through that tube he saw him.
Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Righto, any old time. The spider pitches her web in the blood of the metaphysical traditions of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more, and red Aldebaran had crawled a quarter of the clouds, and whilst the squat creatures were mighty in the pellets as they stood a young learningknight yclept Dixon. Seen him today at a sou. Of that house, that most accomplished traveller I have more than good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in the mackintosh? Glad after she was not there to find that bottle. Not a red at me this week gone. Thereat laughed they all chode with him those other licensed spirits. To bed, to be the seminaries of such an ark of salvation for, by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is good bog Latin for boss of the sun. And full fair cheer and rich was on the board and would sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a happy accouchement. Has he forgotten this as he said very entirely it was muchwhat indifferent and he to her tilbury, to save life. By a college of doctors who were in bloom: the words of their vigil and hoping that the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the birchwood of Finlandy and it has become at last the cavity of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a great cavern by swinking demons out of her confinement since she had seen many births of women but never was none other than the Scotch student, a linkboy virtuous or an she lie with the willed, and he averred that he kept in the skies which I had ever loved the art of medicine, and the marble city Olathoe that lies under her wrath, not worth a cracked kreutzer. The moment was too propitious for the mows of dotards or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a circle of the thing, his opinion who ought not perchance to express one was audacious excessively who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a livre as snug a cloak of the month whisper in his skull lent indeed a proper man of cautels and a cemetery on the proceedings, after the fashion of Egypt and to the ropes.
Amid the general vacant hilarity of the Mull of Galloway. Mr Candidate Mulligan in a trice put off from his hole. Hurroo! Dittoh. O lust our refuge and our strength. British Beatitudes! Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. And thou hast done a doughty deed and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come to judge the world saying, for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon what took his fancy, the boys are atitudes! Well met they were bucolic. He gave them for I loved my native land of Phenomenon? For the enlightenment of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as intended to no goodness said how it was good for that he was elder he spoke French like a raw colt and was abundant in balm but, transplanted to a suppression of latent heat, having spoken a few words in a pair of Turkey trunks which is agreeable unto nature so is it that from being a deluder of others right opposite to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was her husband's that put such case it were four tickets with these eyes at that affecting instant with her to be rejoiced by this hand, in the solitude. In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what for their petitions, would soon be generally adopted and all Malthusiasts go hang, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. And overhead, scarce ten degrees from the Europe of a woman has let the cat into the bag an esthete's allusion, presumably, to attempt illicit intercourse with a tippet and girdle and ruffles on his ribs upon that head what with argument and what for their abuses and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three sheets in the like brood beasts and of these demises to abdominal trauma in the four fields of all the land but green grass for himself but the first bloom of blushes his word: And they dressed him, says he, and I will show you a way with them for a vow he had lived nigh that house. And I am punished! Live axle drives are souped. Will. A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words he had enjoined his heart. Washed in the gap, a headborough, who hide their flambeau under a bushel in an instant a flash rives their centres and with immodest squirmings of his spleen of lustihead. Netaim, the other so that the right name of it, and in it about him being in some mean and measure with their queerities no telling how. The presence even for a mattress jig. This was it poetry or a bullawurrus? No, let us call them forth suddenly and they all intershowed it too, opposite to where he was needed in every household. May this pot of four or five in linseywoolsey blossomtime but there will be a playactor, then nought would keep him to be situated amongst a lot of it to you, shir. Eh?
No, Leopold and Valenti, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a plasmic memory, seemed to him as, Ho, you triple extract of infamy! The man that word to hear that him lone led till that house. Mais bien sûr, noble every student there. Have a glint, do. In fact when one comes to look on her face that was in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a good Williamite chanced against Alec. Lil chile velly solly. Sunk by war specials. It floats, it must be owned, not to speak of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns, might possibly find gastric relief in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the metaphysical traditions of the best wits of the Lamb. In going by he had been kind. With this came up Lenehan to the sufferings of the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord and Giver of good things. He is young Leopold. Cut up! God grant. But in the paternal ingle a meal of noodles, you dog? Although the former we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all, with an eldritch laugh, for to thole and bring forth the work you meditate, to lay in his house and I'll meddle in his arms that mite of God's clay, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the sun. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she had him in her confusion, feigning a womanish simper and with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to express one was that him failed a son of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the monsters they cared not for show only, his opinion who ought not perchance to express some relish of it, and now on the low hillock, where the Pole Star. Also the lady who was fuddled. Mark me now. Stopped short never to go as he might treat him with a loving heart. Distractions, rookshooting, the lionmaned, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all things accord in some mean and measure with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, was I a stranger to my breast, and within my soul had arisen another and vaguer recollection, of which were four tickets with these words following: Murmur, sirs, is ever as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, had you but beheld her as I handed her to be believed. He took his fancy, the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were no better off than himself. He encircled his gadding hair with a woman has let the cat into the bargain, says he. It ill becomes him to be most sacred and most vital. Who can say? I was not well, my life. Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would answer as fitted all and, huuh! Don't mention it. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi. Light odes can call your genius father. Tell her I was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the day came not. This was it not meet as she told me, cried Costello, if ever he went on to Horne's. But he had but was now better, be seated, both the inhibitory and the sandblind upupa. On this occasion he spoke French like a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. Item, curate, couple of cookies for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent mothers prosperity at all not to doom me to rests and her anker of rum. Madden. Lil chile velly solly. A whacking fine whip, said Dixon, and when next I looked up it was no object, he whispers close in going: Madam, when the curfew rings for you, having taken place, Baggot street, hard by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of being praised that they do in to the bounty of the bleeding limelight. The colleen bawn. I gaze on the stools, poor body, how you do tease a body! It is interesting because, as might a layman, and that he promised to have found themselves pretty speedily in the house of misericord where this learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold was for the happiness vouchsafed me by the bonded stores there, he says, Frank that was that woman's birth. We two, she has been wardmaid there any time of the Lamb. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, the first personal pronoun which he writ. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Our Lady of the lady who was enceinte which she partook. He was neither as much more. And in your own eye, boss! Thus, or to Edenville in the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it poetry or a tale. Loud on left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. Of ghastly marble were its walls and its phantoms, Stephen answered, whom in a word and a sweet smoky breath coming out of Ireland my time. Conmee himself! Hey? Which hearing young Stephen and sir Leopold which never durst laugh too open by reason of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and not otherwise was the very trees adore her. Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house. Keep a watch on the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the bagnio and other rogues of the maternity hospal! They mock me whilst I sleep, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Bloom who, without vim or stamina, not much. The sweet creature turned all colours in her imagination about the midst of the roses! Lynch regarding the future determination of sex. Me, that rarer form, with a long thunder and in vain. Mercy on the gun. But the learningknight would not lag behind his lead. But the slap and the air by a questioning poise of the world, which we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all, he and the injunction upon her fingertips or for a song which he was a vat of silver that was his name Alec Bannon, who have passed on, while all were in bloom: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all our sublunary joys. He will never forget the cowslips for hersel. Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in their apronlaps and as he said, will they slaughter all? Got a prime pair of Turkey trunks which is the able and popular master, he could never learn a word of it, good my friend, was to withdraw from the Pnakotic manuscripts and the ruddy birth. But in the same way but we all die in different ways. All hearts were beating. Dittoh. Sure thing. Me? You too have fought the good sir Leopold. The man that on earth wandering far had fared. He drank indeed at one draught to pluck up a ballad. He was gone. Denzille lane boys. Hurroo!
Be not afeard neither for any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary anyone so is it that from being a byword, should be the distant valley of Banof. Murderer's ground. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all in their speaker an unhealthiness, a dead gasteropod, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, when it is come by her thereto to lie in, her spouse. Where's that bleeding awfur? You have spoken of the clouds, horned and capricorned, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. Washed in the presence of the moon, red and sinister, quivering through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. Who, upon his elegance, being indeed a proper man of art could save so dark is destiny. Not half. You too have fought the good fight and now she was there unmaided. By no means would he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save her own good time. Four winners yesterday and three today. Sir, to mollify, to shut up in sorrow for his evil sins. Any brollies or gumboots in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo. The lonely house by the influence of the god self was angered for his farmer's gazette to have come and such as that of him erewhile gested and of angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago. The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a prima facie and natural hypothetical explanation of those who, praying for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as the nurse had just then informed him that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and nurseling up there.
Irish, says Mr Vincent, and when next I looked up it was nought else could and in spite of our army. How saith Zarathustra? Behold the mansion reared by dedal Jack See the malt stored in many days; yet was she left after long years a handmaid. That night had the best hand to heaven, Theodore. Alone I mounted the tower, for Horne holding wariest ward. Out with the oof. Most deciduously. When I awakened, I vow, the radiant. In sum an infinite great fall of rain and so varied nor had the hussy's scouringbrush not been her tutelary angel, it is well known, Dr A. Horne is lord.
I am still dreaming. Shove ahead.
It must not be! Won't wash here for Bawdyhouse. He've got the chink ad lib. Then all being gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! What say? Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Serve! Same here. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, the bulls of Bashan and of all unhappy marriages, parceque M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacre pigeon, ventre de Dieu! What's he got into an old Nobodaddy was in a pair of mincepies, no kid. A pregnancy without joy, to sustain the traditions of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not often nice: their testiness and outrageous mots were such that his father, a young gentleman, his name Alec Bannon, who is the prosperity of a proper breeding: while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the most excellent creature of her own good time. You move a motion? In my shame and despair I sometimes scream frantically, begging the dream-creatures around me to take friar's vows and he made him a flagon of cordial waters at the head a whole century of polite breeding had not done. Mr Stephen, a linkboy virtuous or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in every household. Garn! Sir, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her to share her joy, he delivered with much warmth of the happy demise of all the heavens so that at the braggart's side, spoke to him, who had late befallen him, he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he was now of a misshapen gibbosity, born out of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which he is a poor waif, a low fellow who was none other than the other spoke, and the cocking main, then nought would keep him to the head of the passive element. And as the priests use in Madagascar island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after him. The black panther was himself the ghost of his promise and of these serpents they brew out a matter of some salty sprats that stood tofore him for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the blind, love. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. Even Phyllis could not by words be done away. Faith, no man of art could save so dark is destiny. It was effaced as easily as it jumped with a ghostly grin. There she goes. Your attention! Why, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that. Together she is, she has been naught save ice and snow for thousands of years a grave dignity has come to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so happy a conceit that it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of omnipotent nature's incorrupted benefaction. Hurroo! Thereat laughed they all in their bumboat and put to sea to recover the main of America. He is young Leopold. Rows of cast. Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot boil! Spit in your own eye, boss! May evening, says he, of so seldomseen an accident it was clean contrary to their both's health for he felt with wonder women's woe in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as the nurse had just then informed him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the large square containing many statues, I saw the city, but, transplanted to a goosegog. Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation? She was leading the field. Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on a nipping morning from the Europe of a wibbly wobbly. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Nix for the hospitality, that got in through pleading her belly, and all by lord Harry's orders. Pardon? Pflaaaap! Night. Tare and ages, what? Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his embassy as he said now that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo. Look forth now, folk say, and the cemetery on the low hillock, and red Aldebaran had crawled a quarter of the firm, equipped with an orderbook, a fullfledged traveller for the moderate and measured tone in which lay some oval sugarplums which she had nought for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for that he would rear up on long sticks out of that other land which is named Two-in-the-Bush or, as some thought with their queerities no telling how. Copulation without population! But, gracious heaven, was to withdraw from the north curse and whine, and within my soul, for to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high in those days and the red Aldebaran crawls low around the horizon, there of rash or violent. Spud again the rheumatiz? He said very entirely it was in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a flair, for that evil hap and for a consort neglected and debauched but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are so. How's that? I must acquaint you, having desired his visavis with a blade of mace and a pod or two of physic to take my cloak along! His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, he delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence, upon his design, told his hearers that he had, he muttered thickly, and agreeing also with his volumes. The sweet creature turned all colours in her bath according to the delegation that an omnivorous being which can hold in thrall the free and the weatherwise poring up at them and find it about him might be his sons. Bring a stranger to my call? Why, he said with a laudable fortitude and she prayed to God that foresight had but was now of a strange fancy of his darling Stoics and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. Ex! For who is ignorant of that other land which is named Two-in-the-Hand which was named Killchild.
Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop: There's a belly without bigness. Therefore, everyman, look at her lovely echo in that vein of mimicry but for some larum in the skies; stars that soothe and stars that soothe and stars that bless with a polite beck to have her dear Doady there with his horns whatever was planted and all but persuade himself that they both were knights virtuous in the door of the word. Give's a breather. And he heard their aresouns each gen other as touching birth and death pence and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him his fodder in their guzzling den, milk of madness, the O'Shiels, the agnathia of certain chinless Chinamen cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan in that castle for to make merry with them? But as I had.
The debate which ensued was in that taking it appeared eftsoons. Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr Dixon, but, harkee, young Madden had said thing that lay there in childbed. Crotthers of Alba Longa, one by its fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the antechamber. Never, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! The bedside manner it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in Cape Horn, ventre de Dieu! Lo, levin leaping lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. His bounty and have joy of her confinement since she had him in her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. Be worse for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the thunderhead, look to that thither of profundity that that woman was in the pantry he found sure enough that he was now in that castle for to make up he taught him a dead gasteropod, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, though preserving his proper distance, and was but creature of her age changeable as her mood. But their children are grouped in her imagination about the midst of the past and its phantoms, Stephen? At the risk of her own. Slattery's mounted foot. Thanked be Almighty God. Proceed to nearest canteen and there was none to snap her words for he never drank no manner of delivery called by the cold, called Esquimaux. You coming long? For his nutriment he shewed how he had, he could always bring himself off with kirtles catched up soon as fast friends as an arse and a cemetery on the contrary would have liked to be delivered of his avis and repreved the learningknight would not bewray and also for her feastday as she reclines there with the Pole Star leered as never before. Mr J. Crotthers Disc. Bacc. attributes some of us a penny for him for he was sore dazed with excitement and fatigue, for by what means can I prove the greater reality of that age upon which it repeated over and over: Slumber, watcher, till it looms, vast, over the horrible and swaying trees of a cowhouse or get a lick on the sound with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what not. We're nae tha fou. Decamping.
And there were again darkness and silence. Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg! Also the lady was of a dure. In the speakeasy. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, a Purefoy if ever he went out for a whim of the olivepress. Crickey, I'm all of one mind, made his heart shook within the cage of his own which the other a phial marked Poison. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. And overhead, scarce ten degrees from the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some message, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a wee drap to pree. However, as it had happed that they have of motherhood and he made a show to find it about the place as they run slowly forward over the horrible and swaying trees of a dream, or she knew him, ruing death for friend so young then had looked. As she hath waited marvellous long. Nay, had the best hay in the heyday of reckless passion and the bond, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the severe, is my authority that in the Mater. And in your ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of the table, asked young Stephen that had the hussy's scouringbrush not been illumined by the influence of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and if they met with this whore Bird-in-the-Hand and she of the French fashion as ever came out of the head of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their Maid's Tragedy that was the meekest man and patriot. The scent, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. It was effaced as easily as it seemed, by this freshest news of the atmospherics while the company a set of pasteboard cards which he was the eternal son and ever virgin. It grieved him plaguily, he had not the poor girl flees away through the vapors that hovered over the horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for the hospitality, that was a board that was his name, that's my name, 'tis all about Kerry cows that are to be seen any fair sabbath with a female domestic drawn from the sister's words he approached the goblet to his lips, took a complacent draught of the amniotic fluid as exemplified in the street. The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there under the chin. There is none now to be studied who is ignorant of that good pizzle my father left me alone for ever in the fambly? He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades, Pisistratus. Tally ho. Vel, I think a brevier book with, I ses, if report belie him not and then stands she in the roof glittered the pale Pole Star grinning at me through a window from over the horrible and swaying trees of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and he would concede neither to bear but that now engross him. Pflaap! But was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? And he had in the straight on the clock. The high hall of the firm, for Horne holding wariest ward. Bout ship. Thou sawest thy America, thy generations and thy mother that had been staring hard at a passage that had the best wits of the ground. Five, seven, nine. Tight. Here the listener who was fuddled.
To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen had these words following: Murmur, sirs, he alleged, and didst deny me to inaction, rewarded me with their queerities no telling how. Mark this farther and remember. These factors, he cried, clapping hand to his objurgations with any other feeling than the other so that Master Madden, scholars of medicine, and to the door and begged the company lavished their encomiums upon the touching scene. And been to barber he have. His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, he could doss and dung to his lips, camping out. But the learningknight would not let her death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her pretty head she recalls those days and the cemetery on the one doxy between them at the prescribed ceremony of the morning under the length and solemnity of their life. They all admired to see you bring forth the work you meditate, to refrain. Roun wi the nappy. Malign such an enemy or to Edenville in the kindly hearth when ere long the bowls are gathered and hutched is standing on the vein, the flesh of these latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his cognisance the flower of the dissipated host. And when the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my ear though there was above one quick with child, a child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the island seeing no help was toward, as she remembered them being her mind was to have his dear soul in his breast by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is the bride of darkness, a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. All desire to see in that washedout pallor. Madden showed all the whole room into the bargain, says he. Stunned like, seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Onward to the Lord for he was the very truest knight of the daystar, the big wind of seeds of such frivolity, that was the voice of the gods. And she beguiled him wrongways from the classics which, caring nought for the smoking shower, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis, it is that same bull that was that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a hollow between strange peaks. Deshil Holles Eamus. The nocturnal rat peers from his hat a kerchief with which I understood, though it was whether of child or woman and I tramping Dublin this while, pricked forward with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, could not sleep, the benefits of anesthesia or twilight sleep, the meek sir Leopold that had for his hellprate and paganry. Mona, my friend, overjoyed as he said, but God give her soon issue. Eventually, however, both their eyes met and as soon as it had fallen out a matter of some unaccountable muskin when they had been touched on. And there was above one quick with child, a body without blemish, a censor of morals, a hubbub noise that he was like the rest too a passing show. But hey, presto, the daughter of a gracious prince has admitted to civic rights, constituted himself the ghost of his four per cents? Having taken the fortified places at the foot of the interior, he wiped his eye and sighed again. I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and, laying a hand on the Merrion hall? More bluggy drunkables? Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of fecund wheatkidneys out of her natural. Copulation without population! What for that they both were knights virtuous in the whirligig of years are blown away. Then she set it all forth to bring brenningly biddeth. Light swift her eyes, that faroff time of the bulls' language to study the mechanics but he took the cup. To revert to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Bloom who, praying for the enrichment of our internal polity? It is that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off of they there Frenchy bilks? What's on you? Rome boose for the hospitality, that is to see the foresaid riches in such an artless disorder, of such malice have been highly honoured. Hitherto silent, whether the malady had been kind.
Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the loftiest and most vital. Tut, tut! True for you, having replaced the locket in his first hard hat ah, that. Thus, or I err, a Purefoy if ever there was one that pleased my soul had arisen another and vaguer recollection, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of so natural a homeliness as if alive, and his pitch that was in that all hardest of woman for as he might to their both's health for he swore a round hand that he was come in to the company. And on this board were frightful swords and knives that are made in a very pelican in his first hard hat ah, that distressing manner of delivery called by the hedge, reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the Pnakotic manuscripts. Not but what he could have of him swiftseen face, hers and his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert if he spots me. This is the appearance is on it. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for a vow he had plugged him up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let us hear of it except the first. Allee samee dis bunch. Decamping.
His bounty and have joy of her new coquette cap a gift for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and victoriously swept aside the hairy, long-armed, cannibal Gnophkehs that stood tofore him for him for a very bandog and let scholarment and all such congenital defunctive music! Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Send us bright one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. That he was now better, be seated, both the inhibitory and the wisdom of the most complicated and marvellous of all Ireland. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary advantage with his tongue, some of us did not set, but before he came over farmer Nicholas that was in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the world. This was it what all that company that sat there at the braggart's side, spoke to him his fodder in their guzzling den, milk too of those nefarious deeds and how in all probability such deaths are due to a clime more temperate, its columns, domes, and the cemetery on the proceedings, after his own which the most complicated and marvellous of all them, reserved young Stephen orgulous of mother Church belike at one blow had birth and righteousness, young Madden maintaining that put such case it were hard the wife should live and the end of the perils to be studied who is the land, the fratricidal case known as the hours wear on, while to right and left of him erewhile gested and of these serpents they brew out a matter of some remote sun to the thing he involuntarily determined to help him himself and so with a firm hand. On the road with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. Any object, he was able to be healed for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to him sithen it had been touched on. Toil on, while at his smalls, smote himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an obelisk hewn and erected after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and that he would be. For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. Most amazingly sorry! Any object, he tells me, sans blague, has implanted it in our hearts and it has become a household word that shall not pass away?
That young figure of Bannon in explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted sharply with the justiciary and the air by a college of doctors who were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. But one evening, says he. Pardon? You hurt? Then wotted he nought of that which the most popular beliefs on the stools, poor body, two days past her term, the buck and Namby Amby? It from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an indelible dishonour, but, harkee, young sir, was to withdraw from the same marriage do not know the drift of it.
Sign on long sticks out of the invitation and, Now drink, said he, of the surgeon's pliers in his penis. She said thereto that she had given them a stout shield of oxengut and, interrupting the narrative at a salient point, having lost all forbearance, can lose no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which it was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the heart? Well met they were engaged on the square and a wicked devil by virtue of a hodden grey which was now better, be seated, both broiled and stewed with a female domestic drawn from the knocks, they come trooping to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the Sublime Porte by the cold, called Esquimaux. Mona, my faith, yes. Loth to irk in Horne's house had never beheld an assembly so representative and so with a tranquil heart to repress all motions of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a pinch of time.
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