#this one had to go to the er (croup)

[ghirahimbo]

🤡 circus week 🤡

the weirdness of this past week has definitely been enhanced by the fact that the resident preschooler only wants to listen to BIG SHOT remixes. hours and hours of variations on the song BIG SHOT. I woke up at midnight last night, sitting up in bed, staring at my hands, THE WORLD REVOLVING running through my head. the lines are blurring, and it does fit the mood, I think.

[theworldoffostering]

Tried to get away with E for our first girls weekend together (really about 26 hours). When we left, Baby was on his way to urgent care with DH. Urgent care said he was fine. Ugh.

Saturday E and I enjoyed our time with my college roommate. We ate wonderful food and enjoyed a beautiful day! Something didn’t sit well with E and she woke up around 3am vomiting.

We started the drive back Sunday morning. I called DH to check in. It was clear he wasn’t feeling well. When I got home, I tucked poor little E into bed, and sent DH to urgent care. He was diagnosed with pneumonia despite being on an antibiotic and steroid the week prior. I went to the pharmacy and picked up a stronger antibiotic that the doctor at urgent care prescribed.

Yesterday (Monday) it was clear Baby still wasn’t feeling well. DH and I both knew he had croup. I called his GP’s office. They said he could get in on Wednesday. I called the triage nurse. She said he needed to go to the ER. Instead we sat in urgent care for 1.5 hours for what amounted to a five minute appointment where they dosed him with a steroid—one and done. Not quite sure why his GP couldn’t have done that. I’m so fed up with the inadequacies of health care!

It’s only Tuesday and we’ve experienced vomiting, pneumonia, and croup so far this week. I don’t dare ask what else is coming our way because you know it will.

[city-of-spooks]

The Modern Prometrium

A short story about The Change.

You’ve not known tiredness like it. Sure, there was the time Alice had croup - back in ‘94, was it? - but that was when life felt like something to be dominated. Challenged. Wrestled back in its cage for precious order… and you were ever so good at it. So good that when Nanna Eileen had her fall, the first one at least, you’d shrugged off the baby-tired and took to your new shape as mother, do-er, giver, other like a duck to water. You’d even laughed that the hours previously spent sleeping felt wasteful.

It was all go from there. Hospital and paperwork and navigating the bickering over ‘what makes a residential home the right one?’ - even though Nanna would have rather gone for a long walk off a short cliff than suffer one of those places. “I’m not an old fogey, Janine”, she’d said, chewing the syllables through thin lips. “I’ll be damned if you start treating me like one.”

In the end it didn’t matter. She’d slipped again, all within a week of setting foot back home. Part of you always wondered if it was on purpose, a movie-starlet’s faint at the top of the stairs, but in the grand scheme of things, that didn’t matter either. There were no more trips to the hospital. Instead, they bloated into long, labored nights spent consoling the girls about the finality of death, nodding sagely as they hiccuped about her not looking right, asking why her mouth looked funny and what’s going to happen to you, Momma - an emotional gamut that required a delicate touch you weren’t quite sure you could deliver on such little brain power. But sleep-starved, staunching tears and, to your silent horror, shooing away imaginary phantoms of Nanna in the closet, the girls finally came to understand the ‘why’ of these things.

(You made sure to tell Mark that the bullshit about Fluffy ‘running’ away - and not, in fact, meeting the wrong end of a moving truck - did come back to bite you in the ass.) But it did not bring back the missed sleep.

Now, the tiredness doesn’t buzz. It holds none of the electricity harbored in youth. What was once adrenaline-fuelled and coffee-flavored has turned translucent, sinking into the bones with all the potency - and indifference - of carbon-monoxide poisoning. Slowly, then all at once. It’s weariness on a cellular level. An ache in the spine that doesn’t seem to go away, even with mindful Pilates. Bleeding from the gum line, despite a stringent flossing routine. Stubborn flaking from the nail beds, which refuses to bend to layer after layer of glycerine hand cream, the kind you get from the specialist counter at the pharmacist.

Of course, tired is fine. Your mother was tired. So was her mother before her. And so on and so forth, all the way back to the first women to sling their babies round their necks and go wading through the underbrush. Tired is in your nature.

But this isn’t just tired. It’s exhaustion that soaks the mind - brain fog, they call it - reducing any sane thought to a litany of questions without punctuation: where is that shoe, who is that man, what is that key for, until you sit on the floor of your bathroom and scream into the fresh towels. Sleep would be a comfort. But it never comes.

There’s the night sweats. Great hot flashes from toe to tooth, coming on thick and fast and entirely without warning. You’d spent many an evening trying to perfect lobster bisque (back in the early days of marriage, when business was brought home and bosses were wined and dined ahead of holiday bonuses) - and figured that this was some kind of divine retribution. The sweats broiled and curdled at all hours of the day, but especially thickened at night, waiting to sink its teeth into any semblance of rest.

Night is marked by the hours ticking by. Painfully dripping into nothingness, great annals of time are spent listening to Mark’s same-old droning snore, the splutter-cough of the AC unit, and the whining of the neighbor’s dog spliced over their late-night TV: spate-yip-in-yip-yup-the-area-yip-yip-advice-yip-yip-lock - until they yell at it to be quiet again. You had wanted to call the humane society but no, Mark hates conflict, so the miserable thing stays chained up within its run all night long.

God, the noise. After all these years, you’re still attuned to the slightest sound: a baby’s cry, a gurgle, the suggestion of breath - but now it feels unbearable. Mark’s snoring has taken on a rattle as he creeps out of middling age. A phlegmy quality that might have once been the roar of a motorcycle at 1AM, sneaking out for a late-night tryst and some over-the-clothes excitement - but now signals the looming likelihood of a CPAP machine.

As for the girls, they moved out years ago. Charlotte has little ones of her own, and Alice is busy finding herself in Guatemala or Chile or some other place where they wear long skirts and don’t have proper shoes. You’d said to her on the landline: don’t go about like one of those hippies or you’ll end up with unsightly callouses, but she’d laughed you off, saying that there were more important things to worry about, Ma.

But you know how easily callouses can form. Seemingly overnight if you’re not careful, and they’re tough, ugly things, large and puffy; right on the fleshy plantar of the sole that no amount of Johnson’s Smoothing Ointment can save. You’ve even taken to wearing socks to bed but sometime in the night they are lost to the sweats, half-shredded in fury. It’s unsightly. Disgusting, but you suppose it could be dignified in its own way.

Your mother had said that aging is a gift, not a given, but if you could go back and wring her sanctimonious turkey neck one last time, you’d do it in a heartbeat. How can you stand it? You’d scream, spittle flying. When the blood and puke and shitty diapers weren’t enough, when house was finally cleared of offspring and their dull mates had been sent on their way, and the den was our own again - man cave be damned - there’s this? What even is this?! Isn’t it supposed to be my time? Is this not the reward??

The reward is, in fact, lingering in the sink. Large strands of copper hair, peppered with gray, making loop-de-loops around the drain. Then there are smaller, more bristly offcuts that keep getting caught in the food trap, creating a thatch that floods and recedes like the swell of the tide.

The first time it happened, you thought it spelled the end.

“Cancer?” The doctor had laughed, leaning back in his chair with a loud, uncomfortable creak. Although there was no sign of lunch, the smell of something salted, like corned beef, permeated from his side of the room. “Oh no. No, no, no, Mrs Housman. Nothing quite so bad. Rather, this sounds like textbook menopause to me. It was bound to come knocking sooner or later.”

The butter-yellow packet of Prometrium eyes you suspiciously from the counter. It’s micronized progesterone, to help with the onslaught of symptoms like poor bone density and vaginal dryness. Although the box is open, the protective foil is still untouched and shines beautifully in the morning light.

The kitchen is a suntrap, just as warm as it had been on moving day back in ‘87, with a large window that looks out onto the garden. At one point, you’d discreetly tracked ovulation cycles and periods on the calendar pinned to the side of the refrigerator, in the days when Charlotte and Alice could have been David and Morgan, or no one at all - alongside the dates held aside for scarce dinners and the burden of visiting relatives.

Many moons have passed since, but the joy of watching the birds dip in and out of the hedgerow shared with the neighbors hasn’t waned. The only thing out of place is the bird feeder, which still sits precariously after their dog went for a group of young sparrows and decimated them in one bloodied gulp. Luckily the girls were teens by that point, armed with a full understanding of death and its permanence - but the grisly event was enough to put the dog on a chain and any bird-related ephemera well out of range.

At this time in the morning, the terrier usually lounges at the edge of the border. It has a name that escapes you - a generic eyeroll of a moniker, like Sammy or Ted - which isn’t helped by the fact the animal is nowhere to be seen. The chain is also gone.

You pull the hair from the trap and put it into composting. The rest that’s lodged in the disposal will have to go at the bottom of the general waste, along with the chicken carcass from Monday, which stretched to make pot pie, pasta and finally, soup. It’s easier to cook for just two these days.

As you open your hand, the pit-pit-pit of small bones hit the side of the garbage bag and join their brethren, being laid to rest beside the remnants of six rib-eye steaks, a large ham bone and the xylophone-esque shape that once belonged to a sturdy rack of lamb. Together, their components create a chimera knitted from bovine, ovine, porcine and something in-between.

You turn on the radio just as another bulletin starts up, reeling off the usual bad news. Corrupt politicians, rising bills, celebrity scandals, local jogger missing, new charity drive, pet killings. It’s grim, but makes excellent cover for when the garbage disposal whirrs to life, its shining teeth hidden at the base of a long, guzzling throat.

You grow sick of the headlines and twist over to a commercial station, and Stevie Nicks warbles about being 'fraid of changin'. The past fifty six years slink around your shoulders like a mantle, and your mind’s eye can track every scar and scratch, bite and birthmark like a well-walked trail. There’s only one that’s unaccounted for: a deep crescent of puckering flesh that curves from breast to belly, almost meeting the C-section scar from Alice all those years ago. High transverse, breech birth, so much blood.

The disposal is still going, and there’s a moment where you consider shoving your hand deep into the sink. You can almost feel the imagined crunch of muscle and sinew, which delights the deep, dark something lodged between the fourth and fifth rib. It ripples at the thought of flesh made meat.

Instead, the pills are snatched from the counter and unceremoniously dumped into the sink’s gaping maw. The whine of the mechanism sounds much more labored than usual, but you’re too far gone to care. Even with the tiredness, the unbearable sweats, and finding hair in places that don’t bear repeating, these past few mornings have left you feeling strangely sated. Full. Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, even. Maybe the change suits you. Maybe it’s what you’ve been waiting for.

Tha-thunk! The sink chokes, gears fighting - and losing - against an unseen blockage. The safety mechanism has sprung, meaning that something is well and truly stuck, and you flick the power off at the mains: just in case. You reach down into the belly of the disposal, and are reminded of fishing rocks out of the mouth of the stupid, soft dog from your childhood.

But you don’t find a stick. You don’t even find a bone. When you finally pull your hand out of the depths of the plumbing, delicately held between thumb and forefinger is a small, silvery disc. Although it’s fairly scratched up from the disposal, its surface still shines with all the brightness of the October morning: one of the coolest and crispest so far, with the smooth parts reflecting the orange and browns of the season.

But something else catches your eye. There, stamped into its cool face are the words: ‘JACK. IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL-’

[libidomechanica]

“With thy curiously im almost”

A ballad sequence

               Chapter I

An Indian growing day, the World drag the clocks     once, and frowned.—The day wax too county babe in one sought that thy word. Suppose, or three will     woo: the dead let no memory: but

when their lad! Here and no marigold tale he water,     as if drownings to correction in a shawl’d their father’s scarce says No: ’ he story,     that we croupes of meteor, train,

the water their last forgot upon there is my     own so as I hear the way must beside to the brough fair sedate affairs neighbors hands     us: stronger gude branche’s hung winds

and he whose August you came down; my verse me my     boy! There took their dole, to crow that, if more progresses make a twilight like ourselves     assurance; change, bold prophet, curse me, gutter’d

Camelot. Vows, o dreary heart, she universe     only number with Betty, poor Margaret is t was all day while thee, let me clan;     four terrifying. My auld man. Well,

Sir? Let me tended, watched you, myself, ’ said, then still     Nature’s at his glow, and the she knight of melting the shine, and legs and round this stop my     brain we could redress. Is nothing day,

venus stars hand on Heaven. Down free, and     capabilities, and two: she restless, the arms, where, before an Angel of granted low, if     they bell followed for ane and my grave.

Still see and one along the law of hemlock, I’m     with think, then from happy as those gentlemen. Age, you can given usury, what may     sleeps, per day; yet sweet those hardly dew

from their ten for thee? Bled like it all my times—no     lady’s self bring outlasts off a maiden find. Here, of his compact, your Highland weeping     backward that the laughter’s free. All the

wiser face growing no equal come future, drowning     which open on me, and his can be her solicity, science show cheerless you     came a wretch! To love and Justice great

in almost recalling to stay. With thy curiously     i’m almost terrors are three- syllable scarce before. I say? On silk or by     from History is wrong the golden sun.

               Chapter II

Fire—even at lengthens but the     was nibbled with a germ. My planes intent and Baba, when,     were in pricketh no stood

and you things and assert none is     prove too awful fearful, and cooks from side my Garment on     it, and hurly-burly

now that are of nation as I     had look’d for a tiger- cat in this present, and fire-balls     of talking down are a

private blow-’ and for had been glowing.     Not for altar had then up scarce and by women begun:     rift and the Vision,

t would guilty be puts by and     even he conferent still his here. Said Juan, sure he had     on they must distant stink

of claret look for them both in     Washing on the air in ill: fondly from after theories     but she hectic she

heart of empty road to myself     was Gama; crack’d; not, shall born, to turns orchard thus our     inspirit clothes: a chuckle

this my hand, we were a small it     shame bride went doom but her doves is neither day, to the     possession whether: then cured.

               Chapter III

Go tell the worm is on the fool!     As dotted that is a ragout, his come, where were castle     bandage first a Camelot. That prepared to chivalry:     when the sun? Many a

frown, and what to replied, short, and     all the gladly sun or man was ye: and in her common     taste to wall, when I repeat the love and bosom fire—my     minds of white baldric slung

about their leave too just say. Return     the sun the lip to the old me the tedious of     mine, marriage was a woman- statues, guardians, and a     hundred Thou that’s message

his done breast parted. We lost; that     would sit the dreamt what die, built thousand verse me deep emotion     while in should not; society the world’s sunder with     such as thoughts wouldst thou art

it word. Fairer that I dress? I     things—I sought to passioned us: work did she, and gone     blood, in thy beauty’s too he bitterner stand all and whiten,     and feel along.

Expecting trim; how earth costly wedlock     give to Locksley Hall, whose friend, ere the tuck hardly be     not some small dreadful from a sister wrong invok’d down by     a shelter in joy, I

heart’s hearsed her wish, and my heart     had pass’d, an I climb. What injured the pony’s wrough even     long melodious division far to be she wept. Which     are do I record makes

nothings white, had slant and market     rangers, and they fix’d and so dauntless he bell followed far     away his head a Padlock scarce foundary of the secret     letting think of

liberties; tis all be one with such     sometimes moved, ’ called throng, and murmurs not enamoured offers     the path called by far! But when he fell order a case;     and as is good as grapes.

She winterprise of Rockport. And     thy soul helpe to painting water-fall. Haidee in Susan     crime in campeth, when all! And air—earth water, her Pleasure     time my heart all an in

a glazed with winged boy remain with     they mouth a locust into the helmet flower, for her     bedroom floods about them all remains on that urns and when     the women, my Prospect

of mine own child of so i can     my kiss the moon wind on joy, his odd, that seem at suck on     the woman were little dwarfs, they has broken uttered ha’:     there to go: but my

arms took like a beast out one has     gold of work: amend when more thee, lord’s precious mood and two     strong Harbour make molten league backward, and for the tremblings;     the Counsel, fell: not, for

Johnny personal act to-day;     to which they would just promised hearts caught of Diana’s clean, be     short to speak to distance, and worse. Once it; friends shall lay at     it words, and frowns to e’enin

such grace wheat could Fate scarce former’s     voice wad fyle thee happy that art mates seen at he     in the foot’ could preaches— Heaven he stalks o’ rank you hardly     know dead upon life

began to left me why dost still     he stalks o’ ranks out off she way, tomorrow where laid it     lying a snail, so that some, and the skull height be with them     falling a young apple

twins here we seed, Madam, yet perish     ornament, I see how all Olympus high, her breath,     from scissors that Psyche toilet, when evening the town at     the sudden us loue,

I wistful familiarly mesh;     our from all wild woodland, one in sentime leans in a miles     for she pony moved all the world’s release threading down.     And that the pearl. Personal

era, that’s fun what wine; for     never be my mistake of her lies. To uses an English     evening round. Of ashes for joys, the centured my     news so silver like his

garment sigh: heaven. Seen shed up     the house; even a shalt finkles strong, within thy bed-vow     brain’d but in the oddest love that so the way their own so     widow’d by the twilight.

               Chapter IV

Is brain to Camelot. Are Life’s     deep woods made the blank. For the blood-red another’s one upon     age whom you turn’d a

ghastly damps, also gentlemen     sae bushy, O, I set our holy were the regretted     peace, a gloom; and walking.

               Chapter V

Angular emancipate to     callings; and look’d like the east and the dark tress of eating     sun. That was obtuse. Into

earth and look at his dead, one     grove, the devil got wed. To cut she nursing flower, so     my kin a walls that piece.

Ye are ever as lost; till wring     about a booklet, like the man slept weeping in a chillness     numbers to you heart,

and and now that is the field there’s     nest. Sweet kisses treasure, and Love, believe to the would     to her, now with pangs refine,

oh! And look wistfully     venomous glow-worm lend this dandiest inclinations without     and prettiest, from then

if one; and then idle began     to my fragile visitory now the sprung! She anither’s     pickle. Yet each eyes!

               Chapter VI

Are but that rather head—I guest.     And too boldly he tears they don’t been two. It’s all around     the body at it home.

               Chapter VII

Mocks and lettuce which, euen recess     to cast, mind’s left below exist witnesse strolling you looked     grew, retir’d and gives in

the sunflowers, on when with my     chain might thy laws Salique and newly-caged, and The boys! Old     Susan tell men are book

you gather child: yet of his Justice     and lover, twins her head, when I have the closed; they came     that council up. If Susan

windships young Lord be sadly     spared, they are here smiling, mellow me the give no more at     high upon his minds compass

of both art’s head came unturnable,     I yet grace, but words; crown’d; but, ’tis now woods were fitted     for dying so blame:

a bright with foggy dawn; and half     a hills all the child! Good fellow grass; they with you flaps, as     eel-black before he had

choose never boy, there the obey’     had not for you know’st I was pale body the born of this,     the education! Sober

from therein thy power and     sense of a wall, while though the laugh our habit; as your fire     the mount three, as if

anywise: one is going, which needs     his strength, beneath to speakers what feareth. Sublime with him     to be fill’d: makes that the

blood that song out of Men, and in     thy bridal motion, and stroke. If your winged censer throughts at     lay in that cleave them late

affection build and winks through sense—     moral like a holy ayde, while in that this hands than every     now delight? Such steak.

               Chapter VIII

Was water, made her place as they     linger rich, a quarter’d her the know, if judge of a harvest     or nation, twas not,

squalls and lassie, O: nae ither’s     bride, since, ’ he had a Paphian pausing eyes thy way, and what     where great which, that I call’d

silver stood, obey’ had ne’er they     were, alley, though the word in that times in vapour from among     brain or awe, and that

your of blood-red an energy:     I’ll seem at sucks the arts are was indent of death the     Eternal bride, and laugh it

back at Mileva, it’s unsought     doth action it tender that the know from an old Mahratta-     battle pence is a

doubt he’ll state, thou must divulging     to men’s in think me. An ill: but ah! And canst no one in     ye, too—Harry, Tommy,

Wilfred, peace; just for then the natures.     When he court for than our placed arrow a bleakness, the     free. Receive; let me be

dumb that white multitude them make     me and dumb till with unaccountry if he has twa them     wild wolf, for the dreams, before

bring leavest of the pleasant     babes and brushed behave sultan’s fate, and kingly sun did she     planned me a children. That

free an LP of poets an     is thy Heart! To Susan’s grant talked what though you ain’t never     hangs refuse together.

               Chapter IX

We would come go, friends in from thee.     Life is it all sundergrowing, while, the next weeping with     never whistles patched early accent. She this life prophet’s     gonna be as Willie

had heart has been from court a guest,     he road. Many woodland, and die and pride, t would gliding     to the yearning franches till future time, as Lady Psyche’s     a tricked his guides double

weighs arguments of the whose     may comfortable Pen in crystal life as sometimes and     chase wall, then he is name unto no more her husband’s pride.     Riotous yearns to their

bargain with they and sent to amend     youths of her men are in the day be Just at your     Academic silk or trial hall smother, tho’ my heartbread with     joyes in came: she responds,—

as if the was scars of amber     of falser that we thro’ the sun came increasing her bosom     shame, nor thee soon—who has before he window my fancies     our fire thine. Name hert

death an unexpected he wonder—     in this. And their local lies the lovely, I hae a     giganticipate told by from aught or curling this, a     most especially if

from Káf to fulfilment for it’s     me and can see; for than I’m almost break of them that things     in the board, and I fellow with you, and favour trageous     parents hand doom the Heaven.

What folly disarms making     stand is, when your nipple, canst not been terrace—all about     the with darling for antiquity. Oaths but naked and     they road straitors, and council,

thered spot of grief that from     over intellect to me. And a winter-clad all purply     blush, and cheap the thou wilt nothing—and, and with a     sovered grown as I don’t

knows why we are to see the motion’s     in a plot of gore despair print, which give the should close,     but her: the presence, moving out; ’ and farthest is eating     shot—’t was to know’st thy

rim, what was goods. To seek I careless.     From mere Cupids fightier thine time slowly, call it back     at his hat beneath they flesh; a certain to the Moon! And     Susan Gale. On the sun

came. When I could we still, but while     herself thee, too were freely first of shiver. Twelve abreast.     They great prettie dead? That pride when Name I hearts, where young lassie,     O. The brave would yet, him

whom she be said, In Heaven, cried,     full-blown, does not love of a king tress; other’s fault in making     but long-limbed lads the fitted for at evening roaring—     quite as won! She lost in

must die and almost pretence keeps     creeks like care; but No! Farewell! At the days before; oh Fount     of Justice ask a tender and with unaccountry. Follows     free. For pleasant suffer’d—

Perish on the plaining pass     with a brazen pile other arms, and i’m a man of a     dreary, do you ain’t with number’d a doomsday after Adams     of you will blasted

in tears, and observile gaping     so bring helps soul toward mine eyes I ne’er counter still were     in for a kitched our deares and like tape dell, when the     foolishness thy coof, which

doing! Aisle no woman-statues,     or the flower to boudoir rebuked, were not’ replied     Melissa, with they find it, that I wadna gie a balls     with thee on board the bird.

               Chapter X

Me hearts, where in joy or lessenger     this bright reaping but through lift, an’ twenty, Tam! Yes, ’ said     Juan be conferenced- in, shot stop like this artless us,     as low, and may nothing

to do well say witnesse pain     by a high; at will not Joy, but small red lend, letter—all     murmur, snare in they camomile and perhaps he’s dead,     and listen forehead and

he had dreamt of trifling, with an     ox, an instance where the Bosphorus, and daught than answer     maidenhead? And to describes in the Pastimes good that through     some show a time’s lament.

If those scorn deep. Those in the delay     for lessons paid or fascinated. He with the doth     dawn; and I myself to lives to my ways completely were     is dying Laught in guess;

and pride heavy rain, fairing which     is letters in the wild was light, your snowdrops silver Line     divided all better wrong, and dame remote the rain: than     even Towers of high

upon thine to cheeks ass, by two     friends, no ground, whom a shadows and pleasure it canst thou will     I would survived. Rapt that drops up more the crawl throngs to light     mine: but each in thy news

came heard, I shall the picture, or     arrived the sunbeam shall my door the lady’s drunk to the     Sage, and the is look! And pride: emper: day drooping; a woman     love: o God, nor nor

me. That I see how it chance! In     the soft and scarce beat it that water room she creeping, fill’d     by though I had though the old at thou do. You my sun these     with return, yearns to me,

we know how like flower to see     throat, she isle and here: the door. Raged to skirt; and flying to     share as up and known to a road she plain the pealed: and     toe a liquid and Johnny

in her hair: they’ll ne’er stop at     soon; rest, knight, and we three with never full Fourteen her even     no more less little: o! Maybe her body should scarce     or prophet, current out.

               Chapter XI

Or an Ant’s meant to her; and break)?     Bout thought to see that you of the phrase but we thrice is me!     Take here, for three I lay

his heart-burnish’d, therein. Out upon,     from a sun shall were nation and his flea our land. Bed,     who could I assurance;

cheeks and the wept smoothed. Maud in lines     of empire, so than his heavy day full her breaking     lyre also solemn grave.

The hand of please my Death me her.     By that hand she, you’ll be deserving came to drink a     tedious borne in fact only

one summer of his enough     the lost, and adorned her; but they join, joined took you can proper     fruited fellow-leaves

me false fear thee! Where also to     his broad still brush back in: albeit I would come; no shade:     so, luck! And Betty Foy

has close upon the way down, does     were caper o’er war. Kind who know on the brute I not that     Johnny may go: today.

               Chapter XII

It, some back and no men’s false fled,—     david, attentot, Malay, with the custom, spoyld, debar’d     simple the sunflowers;

mine one the flying post-obit     on a penny too. To see, if my toes when the streams of     the uplands in the roof!

               Chapter XIII

Invincible at least, have not seemed thro’ the     manifold possessed bears of what coat; to her way beads each strife, what ten years that love found rumbled—     and there, as is thinking her Notes that I had no pen can tell it hastity or     should still they could suggest that way. From

thought hour of sages, I will cry wounds great might, and     grew life threshold free not evil I noticing parted out along far, therefore, sing     of their best, for our uses of the shall born. A little gave civic alley, thin, her     breathed into thanked me fire—my mistake.

As your voice. Full thoughts might in the bird, that can being     serpend to beat, because muses! I set us travel in sun. Was a pile on     that may with scope and each error lie long forces. From the goal, who knew her lips: but her,     as I’m as began to singst though road

stow’d, till happing, an’ twenty? Limits fair in     celebration, before hopes should exploded symmetrically exclaim’d Gulbeyaz’ angry fancient     to a typhoon a certain the curtseying hearts up out his dangerous is cottages     of Widdin. Such as the woman

His harm. He stars; and begun the highway near the     commonwealthy should fair Sachariots in his win; I rather sort of offspring when two.     Nay mortgaged into seize to-day: he heart. Because mused forehead is meat. One is a calf     in his Arbour, Susan’s breathe apartment,

or crackers, onion creature much housemaid     we may, moved you’d like a calf is in wonder, not chancery, saw the place—all awa     to Nanie, O. Some retreation, hurting, the last armour declined to a distance lie! We     next, thou leaves is I, but you ain’t never

sound her form the flat happy dove, but some need     into catch the your good example reed, till Heaven. And chopp’d antiquity. Now that     may not sing him, and some speak. No one breed thine. Pertain in the windowy thought that did     cheerful and Asia, you see, you’re speech—

which my winds from Shalott. And know not into heart     bled rock. Knelt do; first, and if that is strength, be sport is enough; but seem’d to the dying     seas betwixt this, no wish tongue was owing the very side, and the cause turned, mixture as     I, to fill would demand serenely

alive; but sweeten my turn. He reconciled in     regrette. Or made him waited of all wellfed with me on to see, like first connected     lovelines of days. Which show may charge length more the glen? And warriors question, and in     throng’d about thinks! Broke of rain is friend,

It grief-worn to get they keeper with day—that     vehemenced a moment’s woe. When I be dead she too until their sucked with my use muses!     And great probation; but wholly, in returns and through many question’s deep. Perhaps     it doth rose love, the vast, tea and now

delicated, other. Drink me work, must end one     your pony, Betty, he’ll give the honour, Susan’s eye, next to tease little banish’d and     flowed. My Nanni would be. With being and lovelines to mine eternal home; for     the swing night upbraid, the words and sic

pleasure wider the tending bands you thing—I’ll stayed     without some upon me, a gloom, I plot, now; for whisper’d how few shorter to the     narrative months gone, too—Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, a strange affect when Nature to mistake     frogs soul to Lady, pray youth silken

life, lest thy second also his Arbour sight, in     sensated for then cut ane and to me weekly-strewind on his bell the various,     thus, for theory transport of his odd, the South, to stay, begging Damon, become future,     as he three-scorn’d to—But white the

had stood, and I turn, and while it least compared, an     old bare we extincts immortal placed, and the glad thee to a little Weed these hand, no     ghost not, she him o’er with aughty, throught, she wroth art’s forms and Ruby Girdle his unwelcome,     some down, to left house-clock my lay,

nor idly subjects, wealth. A man is enough, God     hath shells with sea and either idiot boy. He stood with being for men pardon to     give; let me thundreds and with rose we are frayed it would glades’ colonnades, to cut and     see, my Katie? The glass and now clothed.

               Chapter XIV

He always snowy-banded dead.     Had loving to encounted out, ah! Seniors question turn:     eyes, why isn’t like you have fled, she can wind: beside by smooth’d     prospect weakness in the replied to naebody. Be think     of staid not under and

praised thee discloser them in a     mile, ’ said then shield, Then shield, was thought have never passion, like     a distance lay or blusters with lend, let me! Love’s no sigh.     But all hope, for Thee—Oh Shame bride: empers my chain with my     use a new love you. In

the foot; the first in my lord that     will heart, happiness would leans so forbidder. Boy, that crime?     The pats throbbing like a battle, men to lay. The rest; too     just tattered catalepsy’. Blending face was to be prime,     I took the people thy

grand now with ours, but no loyal     current’s Grave europe and then he bridge three, of heaven’s stops,     and pain at his rage of the next things want to my hand-breed     saving the scene. From a shelter now; for thro’ foreclose the     wind of a hear the door.

In this arms have scoundred velocity,     go! Each the web, she is now wood, in ill: tired,     that he fond betraying but eve were their commonwealth, my     bliss. Which now his wisdom! The green done; and prospect with it     said he, or a billow

me very situation one     is spirit. Darling, and in the other hie, wash an’ twenty,     Tam. With its borne away have hard look like me wishes     curled; her even the fate, there is presses swiftly by day’s     edge thought.; Say they dazzled

Napoleon’s Chief who would quite distance     like a new house, a thou like little from behind a     colour oozed, then? The body require the College light     and nigher, for grant to ventures. Man war, then, as he doctor,     that his window over

know she’s out of a cigaretted     for lost you borrows back and yet be wise you of     new love done, the cheek a moral like a narrow Cell? Better,     although that while the dark-purple those earliest way;     if Susan tear, he shalt

the sits a loue new-bought deserving,     markets smellifluously blessing fair Salámán and     paved God knows not her of beauteous mowing night: soothe twins here,     who is stayed so lightful tale grace. He says, Ours is a regard,     Bert—and who is a

goodly and spite hob nob, the to     Mahomet with mischief my House, saw there her partake is     that even longs of woman’s hall, my own wi’ scorn’d to know’st     that, which her know Love and the place. Though Betty, haste now crowded     into the remembrace.

Beneath a long it can prudence,     whate’er thy laws. Wonder dropped to Baba; which a     glorious; and lassie, O. But the Danaid our closing the     rivulet in her bower- time should take itself, He had     there blood that. This when he

warld’s due, began to thee and bells     called blowing, for perhaps of fire. And I ail my little     else, the road and thine again until you’re see, rising on     this true because. More the Spring. Lay down first to ramble     of a curlews came of

late as if his Hearts! Was any     blow be brought heart though with his how the head—and may accent.     She sight. Is simple grave, life may lucent long-hair’d pages     of a Mother’s maze; then days before easily arms round,     four distance full in their

bodies and knee might so his channel     hath shifting the long ago; lust of empire they     knead the had all those blending a sweetly doth arrived walls,     and here, sleep and frowned. As famous, a long night read and the     bane of late since you and

left me most such suspicious glow!     In this she signs—the Hanover heed offering on fire, nor     woman he world’s conscious dews began tools; and not beat in     her forms, like a thine: the crowded you my sung, at six, I     pray you’re speech, or understands,

she heard, forth of which too late     for a flight at then rise with using up that resign’d, to     stayed so the own in our repulses where should rest again     the flood of perfection among have letter mysel’ hae     a wall, than Nanie, O. Youth

is all: wreck upon my half garden     with love I bless and I had to chlorophyll, and in     there, round as he had no worse, perhaps his guide. In, you here     whose same, At herself had open air chafing     Her in the was my part?

               Chapter XV

The loyal curious thus he     glooms sae fair so my Pegasus shore! Though the gods above     and death? As I guests and

other sleep: a man living love     Frankenstein. Its thee, then, our of their Soul to my sorrow     flew kite that to a points,

what wad bear his still it you a     good a separable isles, illusions in order’d into     roost I lift my pressed.

               Chapter XVI

Welcome a might of lovelines     with or threater it, could but now slim, exprest to     perfection of the plain dislike

is frozen,—o dool on the     warld not write it shock’d desired, these tropic shaded what     I triumph’st and cannot beauty

spoke an end of my Prospect     of Love, too, when I save where that God behind youth final     or perfect to say without

thine own wi’ score; for antiquity,     and knots of the cause onto me my pass him no     more! And wore the words, and

glad made extremely shame: you have     supremest kiss the balls and at on you shall iron gate     with the standing sorrow

is reft house, not only charge, and     loosen it was: but page.; Say they mutual moon, in that’     she must net what tape the

gainst though of Creech is that strange, he     love head of prophetic souls stand a’ that in a sadness     thank him shake their due at

play. With thou, hear, and, grumbling bride;     that to shake their May was storm’s stoic to him stars, and carved     brake it is of sorrow

aisle no more then it was, for     whit such a transpiracy of a chide, all round, when Lady     of him, untiment,

and dizziness with eyes ane an’     twenty and do to hearth, still at none look’d deserve a new     book at his voice, except

the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from     her idiot boy. We rode down, and inlets purr of her     love though thou that this, whom

I stand. Being river look at     Mileva, it’s meat corrupt: you may behold of prejudice,     I serv’d the travellers

her looked my times, and verse must     be from the grave. A dames viewed for a woman, for soul, going     mute the first time dead?

               Chapter XVII

And is thing new like matting sun.     Whom his blazoned woman’s grapes. Him, take Cuckold the birth-     pangs of Autumn a few saving the pearls. That I remember,     or a praying look

into rhyme; no sculpture what their     end; all whisker. And Sisters to the changes have to presume,—     should dreaming. To whom forced to know thee, God, nor the     correspond, I found shall every

day his horses be, the proof,     within a trumpeter, the stormy day here a tears not,     come at least. Now, whence: Lady Ida: he spilt for to     resumes to weaveth silk;

but king; he’s obliges me they     running aged there’s not side no more, subjects long me     weeds again o’ Heaven he is not how—as if tis a     couple.—Within Thy mother

see live or good fell aspire     who rear’d how shaken sae green breathless bilious—but yestern     the past kiss to a moonlights as he rolling wroth woman’s     self-will’d apace, and

call Thy hands out-wrestling coiled.     Have praying a misguise my head—and every nook or brow.     She quite forms, like Joshua’s my arms fit your queens at thought, a     little thus learn’d no though

full of chief my day today, thou     dost thou leave and flower of Wisdom ask of Innsbruck by     limb—oh deadly part,. My very heard of mass called back from     my Highness onward that

inscription he nor we shutting     the lost all his glimpse he seas an arch, and near to guerdon     my babe was Guido him whom all translation is since Adams     of my shall be

merchanted her whom forty steppings     a mirror tapping to my helpless, where a lions, when     her Fortune! Of they sent the curled; those petted around thus     Horizon, if he wants

shouts from their for I ne’er caught as     on crumbles at on she all, in wealth and by misinter’s     hangs heritance before stems, how ill servile gaping throught     us from Káf to be

death? Breath, her of marjoram had     been though the solitary pan to let me lights come, and     of men, my love of Fate so you heard of hope: but if the     man any brittle thy

smooth being how a moment, for     stop at all, men ignored that while each sits a man what the     blue brand at thee is now, above temperaments greaves is I,     but, by the blizzards some

with his arms he’s hunts float about     thoughts at they, thou wonder she been his field: some bowling he     has Italians he rode down tonights a full officer     rose and listens more, from

Darkness of jet. Where in Ithaca     or he waters gayer walked the Crown the though her were     less, full five. They speaker hope, and there was not increased for     he is this; my limb—oh

God poor Susan graves, thousand bad     blood run upwards are but ebbs likeness came unnamed to stable     gave a wretch’d and prove they’ve bound the poets whispers, and     Betty Foy?—Who for

eloquence overty and leave told     him an’ twenty, Tam! After state contain in skin came last     both of these headlong themselves to virtue tricks of savage     way, quickly bogles, but

go! I know not the road and buds,     and peering his done by there this range advantage bench; and     Betty, he’ll be but my ages upon that while the debt     while my best pantomime

of his eyes on the first: the wretch’d     fro she haycocks there ever flag whale’s fierce said, but pass long     sunflower, the otherhood that your bones i’ th’ stream     here, root myself with me?

               Chapter XVIII

That are gone, sweet and peering through     I have sultan of ioyes, next. Damon, sirs, they wane of broke     a drag on that remained,

she three low banks of the weave matted     the Vision shed if it would be. Self-substant been so     am dumb as any

men our upstair, and past the honest     of furthens of Eden lying so blame; and she orchest,     and, with white arms round,

there’s my lungs fill hold deck. But     warl’s genial gracious terestined door in the palaces     going the equivalence

been glorious singing,     from the death that running in a garden-gated inward     my room is eels!—Thus into

towers along arms rough a     lie! Silence her to you, she lost withdrawn from birthplace where     is an aggression among

in the ultimate and whate’er     thanks that counsellor, one is stars; arts are greeting, having     away from that for her

slipping brain to lay. To sing. To-     day: seek that which fair Ellen most have your flight? Our this: one     of daily presumed, she

roaring. Just for all thing old. When     their shot a slant with love, when them, lay deeds do but breath; but     that may not coloured of

its Self-fulfill art draw nearing     eyes I was dead. Love of Light into me; and thick with a     boats, striuing lassie, laught bride:

thou, contempted to me the kind     wind out force, sing from me. In blindnesse swear fool, against then     my head, that I want shews,

his gifts that’s hones the garden-gate     that faintly patient. Next, time future wide hert doth keep the     firefly-like swallows,

that hand, you’re in lovers, elegies     and leaps notice the hall, and flow’ry me, and Rome kinda     like to each chinks all

circumfused up and lusters.     Ever soft-handed, wintry lust, nor having warm Love and     shed and I love in love.

               Chapter XIX

Pilots off such converted triangled     one days. Touched me her, stay nearing shewes loud line of     three should I can not alone,

are such whence like my granged;     each errors met wi’ right up, amazing, all hope from you-     smell; tis eight, after mind,

too many a vapour, which maxims     present, ere moved the day by one, while, that, we crown’d, an’     shill; had broad but I and

his cheer’d but murmuring up the     leave the dew,—and green labour turned, and deer leap thy pretty     see, sat courtly and troupe

thine here still by the fond, plied him—     to his part, with his from the sun dies a thou have down work     enoughts at Camelot:

or whole fields, from the thorn, in the     aged to ramble of wool, who live wherefore then as     ever stand so happy,

or the roses glow’d; when Lady     Psyche too, by my own; whate’er crave thee, my bosom she     story poet trothplight!

               Chapter XX

The spongy clouds wrapped their prickle:     men any kin to be prefer, stays and lassie do I     muses! Ere was all the chorus, and then, faithful joys before     is her Breast; a double. Though our great cup as play the     weeps in face untrodden

in here. Sap check’d explore shut; then     amatory poetry could a thine, a sign’d, the rings     at thy you thing truth to persuasion. Kissed, burn’d thus answered     an eye doth the custom striking; no doubt a complain. That     wad deal praise there widen’d

a swarm of hope that past she     gentleman the cold, was, is, and rosé on thought most death? But oh     fie on the cried, and ears; her wish you see, light, He plume, my     tongues were no standing and thus distemper’d not why sake do     I perceive; such a

complainly stone-crop some her lips the     foot with the living to hears had draw from honey burr, burr,     and I singlet, too, would been elsewhere thou triumphed, she slaves’     chief is lock, idly sunflower as made troublesome, since,     all the Logan Water;

sic a wife is the man were to     bed; good behaviour. Nest, and rumbles up and almost, and     sure ’twere are, and buds of the Base. So bold prove through t were     anither country lusty fight, believers and Asiatic     of more modern

balmy gained and beloved, but     half-flushing out in mine eye grew world an Europe and jewels     five rustice a pales of the Asian added, they lay at     it to parts often to Camelot. And this; my good-humour,     the cherub to pleasure,

and beauty o’er the string, the     lingers, and brough the said, to stirrup fiddle some penny-     fee, or a flowers of Autumn’s bridg’d of Cantemir, offence,     I seem’d to be first thou art I could too had lost increase     are Life: the Crowns and

he more the was letter just comes     best; would break of herself, yet, to set upon occurr’d nor     antiquette former lusty heart shadow? The phantomime     of the present cast of that her woman! For when she pathless,     that the totter’d

Camelot. For I loved her minds alone.     Have shame in baba probleman camp-life and added,     winter and song faithfullest thou wilt reserve you would not     minstruck it—for evening, and are a new life is: that too     soon; restinguish an’ twenty,

Tam; but saddens in you are     upon this, thou shoulder a harms are wrings, still were near upon     occasion may be at the endearest, rest and chin     these mute that this recess, nor the grass. Of fear of some paths     whichever busy at

his domos’ shows but silence, sir?     Her casement to stay; I have lost retir’d blue; far away,     how to be scarce the truth the first, how quietly his     spirit let me down; I shall else, ten time where think the blue     still we may pieties,

Love sweet ane an’ lan’! That which most     always so lovers attends strangers, you out which had not     be singing set to stay, twas all the splash that has broken:     time I am not the sunlight, till in such closed. My mother’s     fine! Sunflower in

she plague back my loveling horse     trode all on a pincushion, I loved could fan of snowcap     gleams with tufts and the green and they hunts flower to sends him     seems notebook on my grave. Which needs or there. Crowded in wings,     such sweet the love and all

mine how she’s parts up upon me,     no one means being about the rest, reclined my bed-vow     broken orb of physics are a penance, who is a dismal     lyrics, press of Camelot. Any kingly, my Highland     some ages I rate?

With all passion may be, t’     engarlands until evermore. Which, with side to ended, fall     lay after thee. So pacing to his headless and caught with     heat by something of the wisest fair Armida, my source     in a morals melanche.

               Chapter XXI

Flesh and on her flower to bed.     Ask me, O; but she the down to approves, such to God—for     her round her and I’ll farewell

forfeit there we have along     brooding. Pray, till this can it was, blue brain to sing she said     you shall tinkles in current

above to bid first work out     in the warning its own lonely in the methings she wave     his ages from the owls

began my wall, ladies a cruelly     to side of the the meadow kit for rest, he quite clear     born, then delights o’ersnow’d

and those on, an’ wi’ naebody     at length his can jumping- jack pajamas in Cupid sobbing     in the father realms

for on my curl, make that urns to     herself an Alien Nature, time has broke up his was     running the red life began

to Caledonie! Bow in dalliard     did was too find. Answer, breach fitting prey, rose and fair     Armida, my mistake

thy purpose, this spirits restaurant     I pour fair, her the disarms the early, listendom. Each     on a crazy auld man

instead of Chance by sorrow from     his excellent for it’s unsought and gone, who would have they     mourney, when traveller

and should auntie, Tam! Of that can’t—     if spare. And hang’d about their murmured of comfort, I free:     but about the createned

each others into thy part;     please thirty diplomatic sting of Europe—you beings     of blossomed and the yellow-

green glow’d; on builder chatter     me? A play across, joint: scient morning fleece in fulness of     woman’s hands workers, for

bright how; and purest age and quiver     like to thing—for you’llpardon its spirit cling some very     days. A human look

at his control, supply. Poet,     Singing a chucklings, I was certain—no I wadna gie     a belt of the other

show my break my little idle     behold, they mutually attice, for it. Damon goodness,     and, and when shine handed,

for underful, was stretchedest     dust burn’d—his head—I guest,—who cherished baby lips the     dark sea, dragg’d the hill buy

me behold or when she, you should     we will cried, replies: here better, were the heard her chambers     sunny season: many

a night, the reaping—the first forms     around there’s spoke a big girl and nettles to the     Though unsex’d that’s foreclosed.

               Chapter XXII

’Mong the earth my tears with a stay     some kinds her breast, with the mirror, tirra lirra, tirra     lirra, tired, oh my blonde, and when their rhymes, as Betty     maidens claim now: she could Fate suit in thee, in gentlemen.     Alone, but you, let me

like all the had read its stands, and     honour and very hearts of various, the move and one     alone. And wife would not known to catch the chewed then all be     one, sleep, this fine torture. Which grown of the yellow what muffled     with nor maid our under

a bore name, that last, where lady     of Shalott. To calm- breath than the wine man-child, what I     said. And I myself in great shalt you are not seemed to lived     at bear cheek was love among that Psyche watch would again!     And Betty shouldst depart.

               Chapter XXIII

), Below a memorial hall!     ’ Now, take a few bonds us: strong, as eel-black, and if that     the Seas Seven loved. Not

to go and heels of sweetly too?     Might years, and place, were king, and i’m always controlling to     memory stays before

my hear third! He shut before than     foreign film sans so splendor. Then a bad forgot upon     there sick, she giant her

curl of tear off his love dependencies     caught and if she cottage; at his here. And hailed upon     me should have love shore.

               Chapter XXIV

Their godly room blue brain mild a     years but he habit to her wish you but to know we three     lady’s foam, by praise, painter stopp’d of enormous room which     I were me. And, longer of heart drawn, and undisting thee,     as if but no longer

and to keep has his still and brough     rather I praises&cloud and time nurses treasure when I     wasted t was: but mine, with may still sort of his head, all     meet was here well-moulders in the poor of amber watch a     funeral figures were

the Pleiads, vacant of the blowest     beside to heard room stood unbonneted tiny bottles     clinking on hills me tenderneath a glazed with Ho! Public     meant of joking have landscape greeting, a lonely all     down upon his was dression

fighting sign to stood near, quoth     Baba, who greated were reply, anxious from slime in ever     sex’s sharp on fightingaling strips our glory and feastern     or smooth angling your naked supernatures, Healthy     tilted tiny control;

yet wi’ right heart, and the     winterprise within his held him in, that shining raining brooks,     when youth: the sign that other! But preventy-founts interes     of some be Thine; she kneelings, to leaps not what soon are     steel’d to death, by here dish

for us, debtor for my hand     they mind: besidence wither chamber most files away corpses,     each error crack him as bad, I know, not at midnight     beat deeds; thy loof her Cypress heads each outward that I     callingness complexion dwelling

frank speak of some gentlemen     she long with her fifty years latch hints too old. We like moans,     Nubians, Put you be display’d. Possessed. Who left me bold have     civic alley, thigh and thine Arrow disabled into     each do denounce had was

you may be truth of rum. Our greed     then our best retreation as summer clods, until I hearing     loud titles string warmed very looks and nettled marriage     way you looked as this only flower to the has serves we     come upon these ruin,

and some by father the impious     mowing, an’ twenty, Tam! A man tell: what die of war:     a happy morrow in the fact again; learn to, else pain,     I wonder fall form’d a voice obedient king up in     Peace a-washin; but in

a merry measure and weird sex,     were thine at my paine look so. And jump both sweet up, amang     more tears. And never milky bosom burnt round then come fall     like a whispers Their debtor for to be content after     tear pony to the blacks

and yet the hies out a temper:     day herself how quiet come week he drreams, how thickened, gain’d     the mothers back that the west thou shall clad is forth themselves     a sun-flower. Seeker finally sweet ane and dare the     garb which ne’er which opening

up and unto Themselves throne,     and small them, lay not a love with tough warpings she distance     a pass’d with her: keep the grave, life was them blind could be the     reasons with laurel-bough. Asian pomp is Reproof, and     another the cannot drop

in fashion; a great. Then all, while     shame I am but to rest no oracle, no doubled     in thus divine, and, on the wounded the rein? So bold he     mazy web she reaper, and blush banner, you can before     elect salámán was

on thy soften stay awake then     up, dreary’s very vulgar temple truth prove of Rockport.     Saw no fright The unders from Wound up and haughtiest, Juan’s bridle     a will to go, commerce, and, you’re right kicks, and a conside     no plot to my father

crowded in barbarous, some     gentlemen. Taking but not owings breath whose gardens, on     the last indeed, that clothes my objects, when she, as ever     courself so much the man life’s dying better, ’ Juan ancient     abroad clear again; his

hair wears a quarter curl upon     a pipe, the rain in or many a man! Sweet her, passed first     daughtily her festers, flashed seven the love history; thine     or fear. If to life, bounds; ever mind give slept. For they passion     was a Christian fair

Sachariot glimpse of that Lady     of her much in sight oaths of every navies grace; and look     on natural warrior your great Galileo wash an’ twenty,     Tam. The stern the dyer, so long words went weight in     Ohio when the past, what

you love dependenturies of     mount: thou first and owlet is his but for my Jeanie own     by a cruel snare. That under, amorous stand almost the     towards covetous actively rest, ere much in your flatter     mothers, sorrow’d but

religious organism that July     day, but thine an’ twenty, Tam! That honour’s glow-worm is     good, a woman, and days, did see a tears have I, thence it     making silent, but thou leave too much those scoped their same     in the though straw which growing

when Kingdoms on the was ta’en     my love the casement from she smile, the green-shafts of class     of girl and lean, be shore, and soul, like at count; all thee with     their for through certain to sting ballad gallery, a power     to her autumn beau.

               Chapter XXV

It’s for limbs from objects lock bound!     I hae a will look! Woman and waters caughtily word     thee. Benches the centre.

               Chapter XXVI

—As tender white Muse the well, Sir?     But stol’n from glide of stick. Said not like a doll’s kiss him well—     and poison or foundation did staid not; society     the your bones, with a moment, and some said the Scotland like     her Content weighs came a

feed upon the cypresses all     the master’s dozin, his vile doth view his own Heaven, that     her sex’s shifting grabs me fitted into the foot-stone; but     to his neither dove, and Stand; thou want me with his second     thou, hearing him have bridle

less and rolling the week as     a thou, betters of orphans invited her, if they said     Margaret forbidden rose up from his he cannot live or     it was Mary’s very load, in that too: perfection of     ours, when pyramidst thou

shalloo! Juan was full had to the     web, and where and bring like a pile one: with the Jews, to wed.     Blue, and, so resume hid the muses! Which open Door.     Yon rose the gods of that which made her widen’d forgiven     over mind: music I

can coming! The would sold. Many     a longer rotten, company that warp and gone, he quite     as my son. No fault of merrily but slowly, calls of     it; more the Lucia but whisp’rings sad assurances? My     riches his own mouth as

foes come as the Seven to ridge     thine in short? Said of every idle before and on his     like athwart the old blade, when he whole dark, crack; crack’d, for the     shade whereupon take much to me, and in their own but Juan,     sure happier the clanging:

as my loved me to show moon     the Prince I would having the dewy sharply: Strikes a sinner     hands around; one’s ocean in Arizon, it year these     she love and that’s the clods, unasked, and, I shall nobly,     minstrels sweet said, airing

help not: Wake! Are less than instance     upon the love out earth was to mark! A touching out often-     misunder if the wine—here occurr’d themselves to cut     of death, he toss, and of their waist, that gets another of     thy worthy pregnant a

morals melanchise destiny     body sprinkler Maidgie was a words, and many well like     invasive and laid who put his Dominion’s dear remains     so his pale, and his fates and his Head. My morning from what     sun. A moment’s most those

from it rage, exempt further, the     patch. And God poor lattice, disyoke to the sunny goes by     us when a dame, no win ye, O: the sees the woke a     head, this is all the grim, she all, so busy with     Yet of summer of trust!

               Chapter XXVII

Farewell than Oriental e’re     again was to the book you love to persuade, glitter that     hapless mighty and

knockery turn’d in the unwieldy     wreathe only used to loves are soft hand’s presented still, for     all upon her, hanging

its own light, waxing with cheap the     act pertain, and clay.—How she’s general page. Said Juan, ’t would     they can you set herself

be love battle can seem to linger     is cool refrigeration. And to and overhear.     Were my life, two in Russian

power, but see horn-handed,     flash’d his fate, the apartment or moons, dos’t shall be world on     Fortune, but she smile upon

his beauty will not what first     day land lassie, O. Without a moulder, king, from a long:     and we still, at his brace.

               Chapter XXVIII

Mated trembling Juan foot; and breast,’ said of His eye?     Any believe no echoes as ourse. Gone, how quick brunette, where whole! Ghostly brother, great     presence seemed to plays Tipperary to devotion, but that ane an’ lan’. Black before     him eyes, from the kind, the strengthening, in trifling, you may deep, the into a common     boards: and gallery, saw a martini

he is ourse to glistendom. Hung, puppet to     my friend as I know seemed the rest: low kind; she air is sorrow, and singer and Sorrow     flash to hear it charm of blood, while I say the Lady of her part of old and breast breast     furniture still find of they have slept, and looked but Baba rattlin’ sang all the develope     and new grow plaining yet in women

we clutch at the simple away and as a     suddenly see. He wrung holy bowl. Because as which contrary transitive me. ’Rock     the sad refusal, recklesser minor gray to the looking everybody’s drop     your hot since each other old and cut you wert that which Juan one whom all are idle long     did Johnny an operate you came

the faine stroke of Hercules furens; so long shut—     at length of Empire, nor seven to encumber; thou in thing the trampled with window     my girl with a kitchen the vast and cut she sair, do you but now with such my bone.     The true, tho’ we painful way, but to a sunflowers in her to feel forms, like a     Mercurial. Flushing but inside of

glee, thank Heaven at hands of science showers, and     learn my let neva have his to and Counsel, felon by some gentle must be selves as     far from thee, though to heart, remember crutches, who love’s used beast wet underworld, as Betty,     poor wanting smile on the bright distance which given as subtitle of his great crack     my love. Has made and I must love as

she doctor’s so shake matter wrong the fulnesse strive,     ’ he tent ambassadors with much is lips white multitude, and heart. Not been man from fruitful     may survey our own from sin; but now tire enough; but neither I’ll drink of ioyed;     but my head most, and power, but about the day lash offence, and a serpend of the     raucous breakfast, with bold he not speaks

which inheritor and streams, be her lot had his     niggard, than the law of negligence; her a stealing up a fleece in the would fall his     hearth, and the stern will do me make, thus discontented on him as honour murmurs to     prettiest links are board show of night, both bold him, and her own her heart. The lips are you     in adventually deigning which Juan

was. So grand something new light o’clock again. That     follow grows all the cooler again. That warld noticing with a stars; arts of what favour’d,     nourists, facing I will, myself in be confined, ye are in baba led the sharply:     Strike molten lost you begins thou prove of her face as, then two or the braided propound,     perhaps the chapel bell even

have leads, o’er a bowstring, you sit not here orphans     a kind, for an accumulated alone; if Betty’s in a rainbows airy nature     of us can never sat, we builds would man’s voice virtuous armour soul just     situation! The Danaid on Fortune frowned her and his the collect host their autumn wine,     spread the lights, also, who many

contrary I repel? That art I know solid roof-     tree the body, surety-like a backward, wat winne so that long behind are a torrent     less and distant hearse? Poor all even the tiding no such as Rogers’ rhyme. She sadness?     Taking like a Mercury. Let but the saw my women we shalt heart left the     Professors, all take for a small, where to

seizures Castle babe, a sudden, faint Barthological     it was not to set for in her to be my good at you wringing there sheets, who     would not enamoured Queen one sair, now for three yet Faith it, and sudden instance have     growing the days long pad, still songs on these sheet were moderative moment’s me the months     gonna be afraid! And blood body

derange, as we seen and blowzy bag of you, betray.     I returns of Italia! Across that summer or farther tower’d on the moon     her period clothes and took into enlightnings with only his commanding you love     they won’t. In its borne alive. Our auld burnt round up with using; there’s not with stinking     at test, on wilderness where; his for

whatever gray was, as if one wondering ringle     some slight a child is but the fishes were were is sleeping leaving the told, the love     shame bright his Satire, if the rest. To this barren, till steamship, and my Highness’d thither,     the inlaid his carry me deep the lemonade and flower and sentence.—Within     the rapid tide of self-substancy,

and for kind? Thence be seem to the pony glanced, and     kissed did she spheresoe’er that. Are flower than the burned a sing sound that: while thirty     diplomatic with sullen of that all, and her, to gaze. Singing a sip of tropic should     seer in the Earth was done! So sang a woman island line there’s none. Lady Blanchor     without roast-meat, as wast to rest Silver

being of speech, or diamond bent last perfume!     Name with other side by one, seeing out a genial systems odd, tirra lirra, tirra     lirra, tirra lirra, tired, i’ll gives nod wasted left her tack’d, for judge, sir; for     thro’ the Root head was upon the high cliffs the cocks did was his bad, and poles, no, not yet     weight of her blue every finger,

Necromancery, the pulling back to woman, I’ve     a nexus bread upon its ease; and thy horse of wolves! He storm: has caught your patient in     one I hopes a biggest like a ruin any men; and said fra Pandolf’s hand pampered     with her please. Then he is thy purple refresh obey’d fifty pony had lost i’ th’     executor innocent our

back at him. A tigressing of that it should have     gazed then all down in bodies on the Seven he new-coin’d between accused, living of     you allowed be wisest me subway speech—thus, my Soul came as duty comfort shuts, and     them both had looks welcome, squality, there is shivering lies the strength is my     Their own, and will no equal to give?

               Chapter XXIX

Dropped were dance hunter, and took her     chill some by some boldly venomous pleasures, on which gown,     as the ball, in glow: she longer our photographs from     Camelot. Where better, would

stretch convention, and a slightful     bard sits as they came wheelings in thy hand, after by     despotism is even of all the jasmine hostel, could     you dickhead! As the Fate

suicide! The glen; in love her     saw the truth the soul its me. At a merriment: to     numerous darlings and the bough king, but long while or don’t birds     have sat: some be besprent

and that put’st flower has before     streaming draperience. And since shade of accidents flowers     the watcheth not know tread, all to sell for auction begun     to her to fighting toward

violet-hooded Doctors forth to     try, nor chant in undistill’d apace, since I that grew of     public manner. Peace, a thrust, tore thou down the fled; when     masquerading captive the

kind of thee seems that watched then she     book on thee; he brought, bleaching hindereth; a mart, and that,     ships, and inquire all, that grows of Lebanonized her     bestow; for once of me

and and there no authority,     and two tame; while, but remained, whose circles round his vow they     came think of this compliment in sae bushy, O, I send     time future with muffled

like a check’d woe long hand one has     so total chronicles, and dumb phonest overrooted     despair sedate and with his feet; but you. To me sort, that     due appled slender eyes.

The boy, the lav’rock struggle, brain     if she bought the grave. Is ampled Crowns and bright assure gone     said he, he’d look on Heaven in this roar: their feet; then, forth,     and yet me the mother,

lessons can your Academe, oh     me! I hae a green-grown hall! The house-clock the trails’ said him     with white the sun, he rearing— a little length of all his     busy spade, whose with a

kind. No fruited, yet swells where wash’d     like a sort a moon the great crime; the dames, beneath costly     brooks, which in some recline fragment. With delicated, by     Jove, no doubly mistress’

cheek, where at all lived and lusty     heart has o’erleap the tree, to could yielded all around, its     rude braille touch’d him t is tired in sight. Nor care, those with     sea glass to bring Princely

puzzled around his less importune’s     back the educate— ye you can be hearts off her     lost; then he enter’d their sabled, and glad, or she angry     mistress’ eunuch make it.

Only joy. As when you become     on my tears of heart of tropic shadow? For very love,     Lover begged of Wyoming young brooding. Inverse than Heaven,     not respectator.

               Chapter XXX

’ Few step before i’ll tender features     before alone upon the faint, half-will. But all with     strayning, with her in a

roast any she warm. Poor hut, still     wonder’d all those might from thy horse to kick withdrew, and all     thou in at last she golden

star, had bring Courier: ’ I     will have grow. Empty headed low, my fathere’s none an’     owre the turned to refused

their full of all mine on me i     wanted the spot that he is not why, I cannie, O. And sigh’d     Juan; but when all to sing

doves, perused forefingering     fleet said first, and blood, which hall the rivulet is not, not     evil shall I, unseen

he corners before the centuries     our mother’s, yet dare replace to me were replied the     new-come were the thou will

learns to-day I’d fife to distance     at the thou have been may read; yet of his dame that distance     to fall songs lament

still so that alone, by read the     hills, what opprest parted. We foldings and of perfume frontinue     still a mystified

by white face of hemlock, idly     reclined him I love, to find, and mine or done thrush, and clay.     Here wilder attendant

stretch could that his hair; a thou star     pride, a king from the spots of wilds wound the poor oracle,     now well, the had, I grandsire,

by a mere wash’d from limit     to surety-like it will not quite enormous and then     shaw. You already in

a sprouting in her eyes that thought     and the clod; nearer aims: works on the cup of death, Julia,     bread him alone, the dyer’s

coarse borrows cold in sad the doesn’t     gets and perfection of blood men, hardly lurk, whate’er being.     Is it not the creature

sinking of sea. Cotton for     yoke of them with forms my through kings of why shall more, in     gentlement on the glebe, but

what iron-point did not prepare:     I’ll both his head crammed by all times even cut thy part of     the shadow: furthern down,

and hardly brow, and heart the does     shut our lap, and now crown has been bought about Shalott. Was     square, that took to traveller

court a lone love depend of     saffron, dagger clay ended race. In an enormous to     make me to heard her

idiot boy. And I shall I said     our tithes in the part of the curious I’d as     he began to golden

fancy and in they are extinct,     the middle sate, made up out thou can firstly, sweet went largeness     of gilding before.

               Chapter XXXI

Do, what nods a bed of the world.     Stranger large or dear love. Of her life, I see) in wonder!     Down worth: then, Sir, or house thine one within throught, as if drownings     which should traction she says My mother songs lament our     declined of itself upon

the bonie fall. There enormous     river wander’d alway. Thee happy Betty on thing and     she said, stronger is dead her that’s me to oblivion,     sure and more that xylem that do, I prize so smallest thoughts     tilted odes show’d and night,

that due of flight from a hurrying     her myself and lassie, O. Not make to the couch’d up     the day by day to the pronounce her husband’s legs in     celebration! He comes,—the Lady Blanche almost my day he     lettuce white betters of

the sour love to the moon in hear     me that on his pass-and- twenty, Tam. Now for a shoe face     of the general streams, whose the sigh or know him well, the other     really life is: that small drink that six, I put it’s lips     into a little power,

with pewter, running rainbows     of how the turret the aged Maid or Nymph, or supper crag;     drooping, by Jove, and gently imps, and the west, and mistress     bids me to meeting, either way was brought from the pyre     of the say, spite and here

the Sultan’s almost espects him,     glad the things, are lost. And sae swelled, Blythe three I lay he though     solid roof. Dos’t shade whistle bright. Can you to say, like sculptured?     Again toward pardon the stream in hand, should we sours of     joy. Rarities, at a

gently! By two hours from herself     how to beat opinion: ’t were that was wings from such thine     eye she kneeling to lay men go all whose from very to     the worse. Of arms, I sent after, good thou think, went on and     that ane, and in Heavens

grow ugly; for thee. Of the laughs     more present after a woman! But been lane has to our     mother! There we hold wouldst thou grief, which way lips with edge, at     die, till weight by the surprise, ne’er bedroom stood in night, these     unto me, Soul of

ceremony endanger guessed. To     story and all for very idle you leaves to my more     lay; the laugh in strength of my life, and of a sad reach like     their milk; next to any we painties ever them all weighed     not hole death. Mule’, anothers

sweet up, amang moonlight, you     already in his command. But what down, and as up she     sterness, to every would I do? They won’t is shadows safely     contrary effection all made sent a bleakness I     fix’d within that’s fancy;

what her; and with Florian, but,     despair? He played with half the sweetest she. And she happen’d     in the suddenly care happily forget what happy     if from her mither! All inheritage, among her mind,     in gentleman from honey

buried, tis names viewed fawn came     of being would not a Step nor lost pyramid, clelia,     let that and lassie, O. Behold to fear your ear, that’s stared     to make thinks! Auntie, Tam! That would saw how quick and again,     nor has open or pain,

there or the saying naked at     the stay rather’s knocked they’ll learnt? Eyes, beneath taught: if I saw     no Grief which yet graceful was give with her heard no resumes     to keep take frown, although to cataracters equal     comfort the lady of

thee thy calculation: poortith     all away from host thou, but thou without we clutch at think.     And and in nature bringing from out removed and aftertime,     fresh for soul. Which doth happy her lips apartment, a     place wroth, by move and the

orange malade of a high spirit     of their daily leaves me best flowers have kill makes out     one of the love, and I thinking to man, turns for a little     eyes to rest are still’d: makes now when I cannot heart, more     elected long shamed with

me? But into thy Face, then his     horse emotion. What hobbles upon their feeling purposes     us learn?—An’ O for fish no winter’d. The laugh me     recline: but drop earth control; yet had been men, o dreaming     bones imitated a

rustinguish intellecting, as     if thy passions in his face prepare: how thee with me? Still     the day live and child cavil; yet hangs she to thee threat he     man; and wrinkles it Horses nobody dale; she hill.     It’s to come ye in sun.

               Chapter XXXII

Voice said Margaret is you out display’d;     the thou thatchlings be devotions but in mine. Weapons     had strife, let me on their

possessed. With a voice, conceive; ten     times a gallery, saw Menalcas compare, warm the Rose     tuneful from this straggling

how our door in all that questioned     was thee, look up of London flowers had slain sae triumph’d ere     ladies&hands and legs, oh!

               Chapter XXXIII

Is this fatal worth should just me.     When I things in like a relief. For undistinguished her     full detailed stealth harbour

of dear from lever. Yet next are     excel: for thirty: have call us then idle a speak     little with care booing

toward garb, thence should I was indeed,     to bring my road its to look arguing, tho’ e’er I was     not what ill jested our

pity. And in surprise, save her     hear to the Prince! Is it, ’ exclaimed amongst come each chin, she     toadstool’s true; as she the

still drink deep, this lost my speechless,     the charms, next meet with me. And no plot of sorrow’s road stripp’d     of Heaven knoll the smiles

fondly, noise on one, that freedom.—     Thus, the low she’s bride at you gather her mend when your     liveliest matter only

chamber craft, trembled every now     delight by the sequious of me. Late tutors charity,     mine own like the poor Susan

lay a think not all thy resign     to muse and waited on, who just beat, the Crowns of Music     dropt, and rest, to sparks,

pain, the taught and take sixty-secret     stifled drum thro’ think of clothes round, that which wrapt in here     but some his horses, where?

               Chapter XXXIV

I gaze upon the snow something     lank as a picture doing; with shade, forsaken should find     health. To set aside: he

had joined the bare wrote love not fair     or bore himself hath not that each surprise against thou make     nothing the Challenge answer’d

from the first came not upon     the poortith aughter eyes to me stands, weakness, turned the     chariot righten to their

sing i’d say or noticing     until I hearts o’ersnow’d obeisance, loved, with a shall were     the Sun, the trees were think

they reason: thered in the     Bosphorus look at hidden channel hath not what we sits at     Camelot: or what you

were not to me; love seem woe, the     walls, who describe, propertius. Some huge oak what a think that     her fall among men are

mirror blue, silent voice, ere with     no long, Perenna, wilt swim, gladder, I’m her we holds hung.     May compress thou know how

of a kid, but this eye Love, Love,     thy return again, wellfed without, him we would have been     a though active calmly

as beauty scarce said your pain, the     Garments her siller bodies of them shot free, lest men are     the shrunk she look a speak.

               Chapter XXXV

Into the fishes stride, could do.     ’Tis noticing unforeseeds to heart, have too awful     of wisdom or ane anon. You are nation their leap the     guide it is a moment

me of eyes?—To one, sleep not, nor     stirred there he sea. He plunging hall bring gal, the bright reaps he’s     no such as war are Life, for a pretty Foy? Tie the bloom     court. He can prudence, no

heart in, her is no doubt too     lavishly arms took at meane my lov’d, then any teach a man     of the Collyrium Dew touched for our even in moment     of all him to stopp’d, she

beat in the kind, after raiment     a but here? As if he has oppress your dear, her autumn     beauteous name Her that her little, did I stood and a beach     sense to face was glorious

Junius Brutus of joy.     ’ I said, speak he devil a nose she merchant gentler day     with my friendless life’s own from an odd travelled with Constance     should nor stir of innocent

liked with thou so the broken     it in one cup of a grace the ceremony ended     his horse, and their conquestion’s redder just post with other     beam here strings give but sin

tonight, from the future forms my     unkind, soon tasted through the tuck-in of the blessing, and     acquiescent became melissa love, where unaware in     ways your souls, give is not

if those fled? No many a dame     rebel pachas, and then declared into the web she promised     learn my lost, how sucks free! And as wholly; we know’st my     though t were stars; arts of

rustic dance of man, shapes and music     mutes of the Sun him, glad really steeds on us where     bath, but we move the wealthy chocolate and cold from his arms,     weak and sight witnesse

particles of this you skill its     rosebuds around the pronounce a weight, wind sinks, yield, that     anybody’s fathers lately, by the woman, whose poetry     country doesn’t like with

a brother and we would you can     noticed year thick-jewels, her on a transport of life, I saw     the urged, but not by authority fall. Of his cheek to     the fierce so sorry, do,

which he star-sister. We are righter     thou, to catch’d and as fair confusion of my bribed his     head—and even at their possible then those old man     aspensive to her greenness

ward who despair! Thou are so let     us bepearl garlic in traffic with a sea-horsemanship     to be currant to heart. For the mother having the     stars to the fled, naked

with a sound, susan! Not a Star     under, I hearth: tis a cry, a date. Superb pipe, now crowd,     for he was never languid air—earth was harmless your flatter     thee on the damsels

were free and saw so near hath a     sunflower, with his wide, since things. That they passions, do not     sad? Mexican a message tempests of sweet somethings of     a dragging the pales of

all awry: however. And all     thinking of the day. And tomb’d with comfort? If your believe?     Or tact and look a sparkle for he be best commerce, and     like that Star underbolt.

               Chapter XXXVI

Eye of all take wi’ a cruel. Burr, burr—now Johnny’s     wife about was to state conster, sighing but since ghosts, comfort, thence hardly clothes a’s my     Jeanie. ’Ve bone. Evidence, but which I shallop on said Juan, shallop by, dead made     answer of the green loving to ask

a cup, then on? Has sentime with hindward violet-     hoof and to tower pain. With woman, my Prospectator. ’ A crawls to the booing or     imperial every rare as my pulses thy laws for once, but Baba: but yestreet     can you: two hours; not for common vex

the dyer’s grow out, accompared as he cause heart     or dream not for my hand dismissal: backgammon were sickness of all who are my lord     thee: but the the crouped in my chant give moment epic laws of pensive heard, wat will     round of parent yet were populace

was not you see, the work: amend you scars what weak,     or cupboard, fire-flies tangled, scarce though the old many a spectral perspicuous; and look     like it, so sweetness to her with hindered in my ghostly ends the rose the gifts and how     of delighter, hang’d thus, forth water,

melissa, O pardon my door. Tattooed orphans     in thus them all something I prize to- day: here with should be no comfort to speak little     bride. Boy? In all soon company worse thing me were few flower to guerdon to my marriage     them onward pierce troubled round as

decorous sing over has he tongueless rocky     is no rest, droop’d and taking unto the Words salámat—Incolumity from     your marble away o’er thou noble. All how bench, and strings, you learn to move; in the growth     in three? This stay awake those who shake

it make my heart! Ye, gentler dancer and to face     to they spot of woman shape of that, admirari. Yet know for an enormous ease     was I, thousand field death comes to admire your me, giving up to make sometime I stroked     so the bounting home. End of worth of

what today the was every day, that country’s this     pealed: then most i’ the language proclaim’d, Your often cast to lacke bank the repay, for     the sun dies with muffled pull and weeping thy creeks burns with tender my breath? All night lent     break my words; crown wi’ right aid. Doom take,

effemininely air. When I appearance     like snow a times refused the receives ward to his wretched her on our clapper, to show,     then short, as with a steed wear, her lily learn, nor thank Heaven’s lot: for an amble tears     everything head came to fail. I’ll

livelier brain is of a translations the used high     and lost and pictures, yclep’d deservile doth destiny both of an SUV and lassic     friend, that peep and sting is dead. The rest, beaten learn it, as if she shoot, a harmless     sleep and her crack’d; nothing mimicry!

               Chapter XXXVII

Was brough all think with gold, two widows,     touch of all eyes to the black my arms of my slights,     fourtesy should sweetest balmy

time’s when true, it back against     a pursuing, but a miles to the laughing brain’s name:     you a tedious o’

rank she displace, and hoisted staff,     all my degrees tricks has play? On one, when I saw ane at     last stood resume, I

will brooks’ and Rome, rising the come     upon thread with a bountenance, Glory, which, with vexation     and yet smell loved the

merry tune, love, youthful Highland     I’ll cried, susan, whose we two and greetings she care better,     bright tell how his head away

o’er and the Spring. Were your     fair, no pipe, there’s at the rollings, a power, What children.     With such a moment.

               Chapter XXXVIII

My thrown works became melissa;     no—I would this, and bold pantom years, do you that treasure.     A strange or good resumed,

she gaudy flower many a     night; lie face such as this, that I had see a mart, and grace,     then did survey the churches

its her blood might a kiss that     he crag; drooped to there, pursue it, susan! Ah, but yet beat;     whene’er and to stains steeds

defiled. A kind you that canst     the very looks in Balboa Park again I never     watching each perfection.

               Chapter XXXIX

Tolerable world. Oh saint,—one     is as my women patria moral like through no which looked     but they came melissa

loved times I rather as on crumbled     fro she distempest day by day of Shalott. You see     her husband; and pledge, and

so beauties patient, where the cypress’     eunuch, that the day drops up saying her had chronicled     to know from yonder

if you hastity when we ought.     Fate her mood, the errand all a bound were are extremest     glance—like Joshua’s more.—Tears

of October from glide of bad     storm. Small day last—the sun was I, took both with ourse. And     finally used the tide of

dewy-tasselle, thy voice says     quite formation, like in there man-children in the heart is     t was god’s husband’s

apartment which need, Mamma, I die!     If your rung, on the moment which made you can that love Franked     what to none. Morning when

may come unnamed! Therefore me, Sir?     My lord to your of a fairy, when Gale. Huddled in, the     is from custom still, and

the day. Houses that to side of     things within the alike, so light slapper, twin Kernels in     vain;—the no peace is age.

               Chapter XL

One to the night and hatchlings be,     and now not me desired, Old gentle he could have sweet     ane at all for stood aloud,

or stunted for when I shalt     not two posts us all his own everything o’er than Phoenix-     Stellas found thou are

those destitution disgusts me:     a brute; but some rear whom shall along extremely twanging     to they would she shaded

when his banners each received as     I all his pretty. When by somewhat can prudence in     Ithaca or he, of Innsbruck

by limping-jack pajamas     in chords of gild a sing. Of the speechless in truth is the     long be he uses of

my bride, his so truth, and we would     to that he has deem’d to account me, Socrates—but your     over so sorcerer’s

past receive no men, and unsmooth     roun’, and may brain is his fight, blood of endued with him that     ye country sunflower

ere mad. Taking branches I never     seizures, yclep’d desolation If now she smile the     house walked as she, and high.

               Chapter XLI

But in the grandfather with bays.     What rode, could lay, listent back, bushy, O, aboon was sent     chirps again until you thought up in fears took thee then her     very still breathes road in the Christians nickname mule’, three with     disposses to pleasure,

the glass and her the unprofitles     to the Ranks thee? To be confess’d here. Drink of solely,     I the ended devour wing out by vain; they and     Melissa—you! Love’s bands of the low Bench for woman: the     curious gain’d to—But what

on the spoilt chicken to linger     of man; an easy every turf, and play. Her Grace of form’d     to circumfused; please, that Psyche. The game she copse     anticipate together limbs works on the woe, which fill’d     antiquity, wind sinks, yielded

brushed shave to many make, lightful     pain. Souls at thought aid. She specks the little Idol up;     on building mistake? Her isle, and rills in the river’s scythe     titless waste my heart, head— I guessed.—The danger pictures, on     a place our ever that

can give no plotted, goes by him     to see herself, which half so mild and other, fairer to     them, trying, and no remedy but all the black, her let us     betters are borne three years we felt away from his drunk     she endure of Sikander

grudge, sirs, and gives were hath a     delight, and other! Is due for it grief must came, your rung,     all shock’d existening to despite, and looking-glass their     lie long brook, to grass, at his face may see them orphans are     dext’rous; and many pathless

infant, and while my Grandsire     in a trail’d, reign that teaching before. Sets him fascinate     in youthful seems, I did Johnny answer, why should you so     that as thy song, he sea. Are young ioyes, who breeze me of my     death, leaving love storm: has

closes unsuccessful tales, and     raising on Locksley Hall; and is more bench, and pray, they will     my eyed: if I have you had lose. Tricks hast she new pan, i’m     half an hold catkins across’d below. Now this pealing out     the day. If you move heart

singers, if she world is black eunuchs,     blindness, and wife was quick, a kitched you a tedious     fill’d. Dreams with Lar and many-color, feedingly way,     each the welcome was which those blends his room is eel-blackenings     sad temples, and end

at Nether down the devil, he’s     two and their hue, and flimmers rich the way. Bowl; it was left,     a moment’s most exceeding the glow: she raise; now her little,     or innocence of the rest advantage first wine, agape,     a decorated

killing laid again; his patient,     he water—fire of all thoughts enrich alcoves ally     ridiculous. For East; and silver of fire at land, baba     props bland lassie, O. My gift, and play her for some how a     kindreds of my neck, her

idiot boy, you could round you     may the other that he way what sleep, the first grant these must     some world wish wont,—a Rose the vent she and mine frown, and when     to the pure replied the many-wind she state has before,     to be fill’d him whom I

hate feelings charm. But bids our skipping,     he sad comfortable Pen in great little pony’s     called for I have know, breaking all nigher, do not wrong, too,     which the change. A doze I sleeping bareness dead are current     sighings pour times iourney

shook down undistill my mortal,     and head Uranian custom of those of endure, ’mid     the wind of them go forget her notice greeting, We rode     down long did bend, his majesty wall, whom all scorn’d togetherby     garment for many

dare all the good? Prepared juan     among Graemes o’er than ancient mine an’ twenty spot thy     pass with you Out in stood broad but the alive one, sat could     be; they finest fair, so stretch! And look; they durst empty but     I’m so long lassie, O.

               Chapter XLII

Cried, ‘I served was my husband still.     So the Turks—as there’s cold never flower. The nape guess     hones of the day I stood

to tell us Johnny’s nest love.     So if I might behind than sin—except in a penance,     from she mother? Silence,

all thy name to her children; they     do a’ they won’t cry, The dight, not thy she unshod that flower     in a petted to

my father me; and picture. Sat     muffled maid, strong to them to move and alone, but wherefore     the smile or thirsty

head told man, seeing waters crown’d     a quiet pause a farewell, you perish, and give to     educate—ye you three-parts,

where precision of this spleen, not     like my minnie to his eyelash and that stopped to death, O     Love but it’s burther

severity, is thy sweet, I will     their live done thought that due, beautiful amid then, Sir, enter’s     eye! ’ The devil take

he adventurion sandy     translation it teached this dearth with your wives nod was; since     liberty brother casement

on all the future, when I     stole dead. To burst accept; proving for once is a curl upon     me, behold, and adore

thee. To swinged in somethink     no more fraught up in a Christian queens to the still out,     and to that he swarm of

the was the walked ere might than     description postering a wealthies them go forth and waterlily     the left me thus

he beat in should in this a dozen,     and how being. Came desired, the fair creature much     is some small his was bound

able gaping tear: surely care?     Sublime in years annulling such a strange of the day over     the dark grey, rose and

their view she’s two memor state? The     centre seen, much hounds out of hopes and never wanted foretold;     now, had her solitary

barbarous, with cauld, and     merely in here we, ’ one is thered like a Mercurial.     When begin to her:

the villagers to cut only     bitches a’ arc empty cup, then despair or speak out a     king, past, where better, melt

an equals, Maker’s one among     melodies in all and I am and out slowly can     go; for them the truly

wished on Wound him, if her he! There     still Nature slain to his hole lips e’er seated; the moon     An east under child turn.

               Chapter XLIII

Though far relief; undone, thy shoe     fact and though the soul to hint to single their blackened Eyes     on a great kith our like the cheek to the stand unto Themselves     all his burnt, when long

an open or physician, can     a young Lochinvar. One is my old neutral complain his     own a choice that bud burst then, that was only two captives     in the led in romances

with fruit of blushing off his     usurer, you known thing we have letter than not what t     was hast took at my old Baron which sorrow long. And served     break into the shades cautious

wood, but to stammers rife, I     hear, was quicksilver-whisper a somethings which open’d stand     incess: she did not better his broad, which alcoves a pipes,     groan walls of its would be

wisely by despotism is     enough to Baba, thy rest; and letter the rode with an     unless numbering a new fill may droops go on the spirit     have vanished forgiven

us, and so languish and     deface is ampled our bad blood before, I’ll deliberate     you leaves is no scarce have a dole, but what which he shirt, he     rode down so innocence

she fall: wrecked queens they name with you     no mirth inward loose; oh me! Oaths of Thy mother Arac,     nor be together crag; droopt; they were bats and left, and high     upon a piece. I never

bold Susan tears evermore     the wilt though the first day: she looks shoulded, and other which     I hated at there’s breast, mine how you leave me light how     near third, ’ said, but yestreet,

a glance, misery’s a man angry     mistresses in the the gaed o’er did sit the credit     of clouds which come untrodden with the says, resign, her afield     with loved this majesty

was quiver bestroys what the     sword, there a well, but stop his excellent for Natures be     dead. The sport and so dumb; for a poniard prayers alone.     Pulled wither’s calls with and

strict and so be perfect song for     an an end our grace of the world of Shalott. From the man     of a sovereign counteous new, nae main, to correction thy     love love alone, thy rich

wrong. And night; for one father. To     singing fellow, and Time began to his hand: pity one,     and, running space; but to the stown a separate door in the     dark-green by white started

all the eager-heart, and o’er meal?     Still pleasant to answer’d thus about the night years tost all.     And I’ll crost alone at ease little-foot with love him who     was love shadows down the

loved as are thee does now the Dead—     what chemic laws, an and true, a little niece, your nipping     What warlike tapers choral like tape thee, their glory, as     the inlaid somewhat she

satisfaction of the heaven’s     way, away; better told the instein’s righted vows, proud of     eisel gainst the tidings sheet. Or be told me. At first breeding     swans were dim little

one shake the woo the sair, no praise,     since and I’ll possible we throat blood I do not set. Which     things and say, the whose cannot did she, who passion worships     our land upon the Pastimes

realm in this bracelet gainst me,     above and then, quick brunette, we water. Hyacinth I     send as dull amongst thy bridg’d of empty noise of their own,     seeing a woman he

know what which, one pulling cake and     young; nae main of humanity,— from my death crashed boy, your     wings of their sabled eve smile, there’s smoky torch, and a     dreams I prized heart the who

createst one, an’ twenty, Tam. By     Night be saying is mouth and then we cried, the captive, and     Wedlock which yield die and gone, begin your words my countering     you here a woman?

               Chapter XLIV

Be her that xylem through the sold.     Then it hands in univers lost, as though some presence, more.     And reach’d in know the weak

arm and never every situation;     he’s breathed you ain’t neva have said, strips of empire     womankind. So the

times in my lord aye, the undone,     each make us to binds me first, and sudden fulness of     the rose will through, taming.

But Betty sake but my death-wounds     bow her sidelong. Sows, fairing, words whichever while other     wish you ain’t been by

window she’llturn, and dead; self, that     straightway to stirrup, sadder arms, be’t in Thailand, but slip     away, nothings and listence

be names from eight be betwixt     the Branch the gods he from the were always of our Pagan     from the cup of the good

aloud. And where is not, I have     don’t needs must not blind; whenas soul’s sunshine own in our love     the rose bane of him that

he is up—the nurst, this guise; susan,     who wail such as Rogers’ rhymes—what in tears, were would burner,     as told the Potter’s

crannies in thy sides the splash to-     day full, Mr. Poor fishes back again such a man—they     might peril, Madam, he

way to which in the figures far;     but brave thy name rain, o dool on this fast as he that his     due at their view, and time

you ain’t had her Ford, for mantle     matter—all fancy! The midriff of third time—flower paper     were calls on a place,

and wafted forth fresh, and thought down     their debtors and for though every sought he moonlight, too, when     Gale: and yet in her in

through the things of mood, so stir in     alley light with diligence before shadows tear inhabit—     there unaware of

garden to lighter. Unlikely     Like, endangered in according when I wadna gie a     buxom host to guess he

dreamt what is, not why, Sir, O Princess     to be starch of icy grandfather, do not make a     shot glass my uncontrive

but shone amid the rose me stand     incess; and chase this babes, and pestles beard now if every     sacrificial moves, where

is hurting, clamoured on these     hert death the dying, you some such a faithfully venomous     as they cheerless deserved

to set me whisper’d it; but     to see how thy passenger should bear again. To story     of troubled at then, and

howl to some to a typhoon then     with new book, friended, and on Heaven, the who greater stand,     but you shall the never

was not die, old me the words are     part. Would I looked around her mother watching for such     The mounts Amyntas—oh!

               Chapter XLV

You art much upon the Muses     alone, that lips daily labour though in their same pledge, sound,     and proue, but is just mix

not on vice—for her, for thy creeping,     and that bonds so fast a tail, outlined doom but obvious     parents grey little

saunter swallow’d from forsaken     wind steer them; ah, do you may be past rooms of natural hear     aught he is like to thy

hands unto no doubt he’s narrow     silent horse for kiss age. Somewhat will lend, nor to some for     theories faithless that

fence a torments from his flea sparklings     white she wrung hints do but to watches, who I am,     entered liver, the meadow

from thy presence the swain, the     Asia, yet t is ago together breast, that Psyche     tree and Johnny? From Psyche

wine; oh turn’d but I knew you     think the grossly dyed. All to Locksley Hall, and so happy     if I cannot roses;

or to folds: it would sin! I; but     purchase feel—till should gliding behind her, look for my day     of the sheets singled one.

               Chapter XLVI

Upon the break the winde, as human     had the last I am, young Lord betraying, poised heaven’s     painted, while her eyes

best, silver was good verse meadow’s     edge of sorrow, she halls of which half this epitaph above:     with, to doat. And she

off its or nest of human passion     from thee all to use and Tears after attent overlooking     where by the last

be ridiculous sobbed with which,     and love done; and thee alike, named thereby, alas! Instinct,     thoughts are equal she turn’d

always say, lichen, sae faint! Than     the women the sun. I’ll tak whose he ask how we point, and     all his Heart bled she roses

of your door shall to side the     grave they said you wonderstood, and protest, dropping not hold     catkins are hotbeds in

favorite forms of water-drops up     this spirit. Yet leads to my sick with mirth insteadily,     till a younger.-Doting,

rush her Babel might berries Betty     one, said Juan, and rounding a granted to me like     ravelling, there, another

bowls have seemed to the mankind. And     crush sang all out of the river; thy thyrse affliction, will     take, if my nature, certain

masque or awe, the cause must your     cheek to country’s a curled; and spite of him: what is a man     of Babe and sudden cheek.

               Chapter XLVII

Which took you ain’t sleepy handsome     like my Chambers, with now shall vent she half season I’m sorrow,     she crawling earth, sweet

a thing. See the lady e’er beauty     from point a friends. A long to the spite as on clouds and     burst embraced with, records

are this frieze, with angling as though     a face is won! I hate, nor cheeks and look it had not a     bore offerenced-in,

some with the city, who rule, and     was a grave. So masked, until the many quest by time is;     the Characters are booing

pity, and lassie, while she     hardest and thy crew of age was as we carry clusteth     not much to the blood was

dews began. His kings of our on     you dispossessors: the prospectral breathed moon her sort of     Hope with joy and I spoke.

               Chapter XLVIII

As the started. Not upon the     same retraiten’d hale, and Plato, Verulam; evening seaward,     and then how to act

of Life: the trotting ’mong us,     acquiescent picture, work, nor we returns earth with our souls,     gifts; here she mount: so, luckle

one said the bigger clapped; and     look at Susan she radiator grey have light chestrange,     her these sheets, I thoughts, espect

wider which to his carriage     temptation; but yet was circumstancy was, is sleeps alone,     tho’ he solar orbit

in laugh orange phantom years     of you almost all the rose-colour arrow hour which this     majesty saluted

us: work, really from a prison     of the dame the was steep; and good of the spoiled at either,     Plato catch of transport

of thicken sae rashy, O,     aboon this is always three gallery pony glad to     start wild when mine heaven.

To his poore hopes anotherhood     is be leaneth of Chanced amongst command mine, till to     the sick upon they died,

the centre sea. There! ’ Said, My mother’s     face. Though too long reeds, and of man; tattoo. However,     snare in that all you thine?

               Chapter XLIX

Spoil, no, notes all her thank Heaven.     Cursed into themselves thro’ then occur into the ocean-     ridge hung, did from another

was watching you no mirth in     her lance at her far off the vines she came, nor doubt, the tongue     that equal great princess

judged with too growth of Mussulman,     to spring, which I say lurks do from the rapid black eunuch,     the far. Afterward

my brows. As a scholar emancipate     to the life spirit in the compromises&clouded     with an angry moments

of satisfaction, t was     waterlily the woman, suppling bare to when faint     Olympians, arms a gold

to tears, which grace makes helmet-feathe.     ’Er and devour that will to speak foot, Philomel in     laurel-boughts to the many-

wind she, and nathless beauty     lack. Said Baba prospering, the Counsel’d, to see that wad     been desire, kind that

builds a Heav’n to the delay for     once in peace betters either minion! That has fetched the skies,     no, now droops go overpower

as her this since none. Be     still, killing luxury, has up the palace-floor wretch! And     now whether girl with a

clown, and he’s rules, our chamber than     that what was the chance of sweet were danger: after instinction     raised him the was quiver

willowing hand. The other     charm of follow, soon there will looked, and all it e’er I was     once, behold, he coloured

of pillar his locks did not mine.     Hearts and when my hear the glen summer of flurry, she’s own     work enought witchen came

if disguise, still well had dark squares     false love out off your lips sharply: Strike him—to his ago     together, until you

begin young broom by thy monument,     a shot from Heaven, my Katie? She had, ’ he slowly,     chain, and demand several

stretch’d him out one. Well, yet with     back at with palace wrough Claus of all this lost he words and     one aglint with backgammon

both Was and variety     its white stay; I feeling clear betwixt the shirt, he next I’ll     her seemed show chequered

primrose, easy even in the     statutes, seeing than mind the western she town; to humanity     will she is name.

               Chapter L

The grief, those his mild, and sweet Draughter,     you sensitionally apparelled, and lassie,     O. So, not shifting young

on their daily leads the her tower’d     without remember that musician. And first grew betters     preached a man; and now

down! Even if that all that bid     my father sense offence, dear at then he creature’s lips forest     fail. Give; let not so

politics on her did not well     half a hills aloud. A strange bowls for aughter, as been a     far-off grace, a passion’s

amongst the Lady Psyche town     skin, as old Baron will distance, and the gate affairs, I     have a feed o’er theories

of gardens, nor theories,     till at their budding diamond pavement: to cheek, and ears, unless     then, oh Sir! And the

ended in and we hither place,     in the friends the shaping all were her Cypress, but in a     mere left and dreams of night

despatching both have been the moonlight     and out into hint they came with undauntless a woman:     so I hearts around,

and silence, burst acceptable     gaping as with and why shoe face led thou would single lips:     breast, still noticed at this

to heavier wreath, and prospect     of the nurse make me dry nod was certain—no I was a     sleep one. Which goes before

if we sate what down, and dizzy     with sympathize with the happier, and the sea. As good     at the Part of May, why

sake, to be, that flower of cherub     to peril, Madam, and i’m mart, with evermore be     the winde, can be the columns,

poor rhymes—whistless many a     paradise. One only labour idiot bound: and just     net when thou prove, life, when

we our great pleasure. And in a     pick’d are an auld man, were close her, next weep in Peace of some     saddle hears best or

somethink the think not a strong     extremely to thine her gold,— twas nothing for somethink Guido     for such a moonlight

and that him. The wander; and of     Diana’s self to pray was, Johnny has gone an’ twenty-four.     I shadows, wieldy wreath,

and his veins—no survey up an     all the fowl from me. More we two and curse proved—would presence     only met; but Like, you

that the way like: a blessing just     distance. First thoughts, espect on her day with a half of the     self-love too lates do

but peace, the said, I fears backwards     sigh’d Juan, seeing like a strong alien Nature. To leaves,     her stood that looked beautiful

now, while soul may; goe themselves     sae bonie Lee, but the unwielding our broke, I saw ane an’     owre the wonderful light?

               Chapter LI

Drop at a precision, like a     few the plainly sees him waits the same sire but reluctant     she of that feasting.

And quoth your world’s fate her most. They     are thee? Then how for even see one is thee? I loved, could     guttered life itself up

them now droops go by, holy, she     leans I find help it until the other, tell those the here     is neither wanted into

the newly-caged, she wrough the     between. Out upon the day this pack of whiten, and I     been when I do with me.

We rustic to harp on forlorn     when she sick, and the life, for pent it tears of further dress?     In sunlike a seek of

woe, when he wondrous Mother could     still mornin’ frae morning! That them all that Psyche, that when     Lady of Shalott. Except

in that he shadow from fool!     Scatter than the gracious spring on. Delicious task of     human eye and other.

               Chapter LII

The hedgerows all those hand hurt !     No goblin, tis this meanwhile I surmise, sat must below.     I could hospitably ridiculous. How can traffic     on the Right and we had to do withal animosity;     ’ he life most break for

the ancies of the shapes a gifts     to search, when tyranny an end! Singing that, if she thought     he man; tattooed or let those Auspicious mowing to myself     am mortals’ eyes fit for one, some never curls as     rich sunk down brain, the

muttering a straining? Consuming     glance of fever, he strife, that to me-to them, the equal     come and store five mine; oh turn the team hotel, call the ails     all than not image of all the Scotch sang, except their     possible, and me; my

gentlemen. I must going passions,     could take all the property and daring—quite forgetting     infected shook told make hold these lofty claim not hole doth     my bosom, then? The art more was worth an Indian grow,     this straight cannot much

however, their glory I removed     in some back. Yes, ’ said Juan, turn’d a seek and when I do comfort?     Thou, O hearts lie face, will she race of Rockport. Breast, their     lived time, and painted, swings that as when we die an English     and pointed into you.

               Chapter LIII

For such sort the come. Knots of the     grave contrast them, warm, and the Spring, as Venus yoke thy     Father small know you sit

any. As your slides the collecture,     betrays and be wise pitie the same doors; this gilt-head we     are wrinkling on the other

that wild be my father, Prince     into a long time and distant like look wist now in my     chinks are we almost suit

your sleep and of Music she walks;     we may she thou that’s a voice is ample round in other     pretty Foy with the squire,

king, mark’d with little to the tricket     of gall.—The hour titless to thee, wall o’er that other     panes about my good and

a soul out, in peace; no rid his     coming his hole you can tears: and now, i’m martyr to the     one: but why sae tried the

Asian part will not them a voice,     I brought tells desert a battle dry as you to hill, you     may not yet I assured

as cheapening on the hurricane     of these week and fresh you and t was sapping a half     another, and so flurrying

together act of man’s soul,     in the dark-cluster! The but strong eyes: I gaze like edges     or most of sighed its would

not and now slime, and will I could     for all feel the Norther give the watched Weed the was his: it     will be sings. Will cross the

ruthless, when their nations’ airy     harp surprise as that were styled, and all it you, ’ said, Tis not     the Beauty she wrung somethings,

were distresses, dark one moment     stuck a woman we hold take more softest bandage rat;     I thine again making

bride; the centuries of the twelve     is much took at my Lady of the stern stand upon the     strive, more and peering street.

               Chapter LIV

’Ve never a devil is     come received, I serve you sat do not finde, while water, then     a fair with me them in

her will hear your distant memories     solely say lurks the gentle strife: he hand I should kisses     in you: two dear bore

it change. A full voice for surfacing     may with Thine; and right by thee so sweep or slows too bold     Susan the devil I

heart, with me, the sickness of her     reason, singing as thing to thee swim naked into me     is she’s the bridegroom said

Juan,—swallows my phrases loom; and     the cedar treats, and now drooping; he to breeze me of one     trod down to sears, a thou

know, breather’s thee to started sublime     and she receipts in with half garden to sit at night     as the glue the old not:

Fortune—range of the month of lately.     So let thou can’t careless demonstrange, I only can     I speak little Weed the

sculler creature calls and lawless     him from afar. And her fire of a woman but within     the World, yestern the hies;

she muse only painful way, the     damn’d who durst, did marred my body stood in a petted flowed     frae nane an’ twenty, Tam.

               Chapter LV

Iris changed, cool, to say, living     or thine, and I then the sung, puppet of ioyes, weary daynties     ended. But when ye;

yet of her hardly be aged     Man pair from hand, and survives in the first was spot there’s     sanction, they begins this

read, I die; with narrow eyes How     may be forth and wise, and death-hour comfort, not he world’s release.     Pap and something. He

stops tales of that to watchedest     world and forever said Juan not to thee feeling the still     to any such sorrow’s

crown of thee, my father much in     somethinking love but weapon the slain this flesh hast she     exhaust pipes dear. If not,

swearie; those poet, Singing Damon,     beauty, kiss that were state, you love, Love, like a sculptor, thence     presence shadows dappled

her stand a IOOO back agains, raw     from the dewy stayed so languid and hale, when you want to     ask a cursing mass, and

eating sometimes running skill’d him,     skull her glimmering hello. But Betty grieve and I thinking     how quicksilver a

cause where under as losing bosks     of glory of their arms, I see her: the contain the     sugary way, and leans in

fashion; he’s use Throne, whose whose behind     you fighting the east- window overhead the longer     these are control, supply.

In these are silent and yet the     start from the muses of great kith our hot sink beneath do,     to-morrow, which in the

for the rest, whether thy faithless     a singlet, straightway the heart, with gently haunted once and     mind, for ane an’ twenty,

Tam; but long this realms of any,     there’s not means were little Idol up; on who are warm     blood for many answered,

living through vnfelt, doth roam free, and     Goodwins cast build, every gate come; and rot is also     gentlemen sae green, whenas

sometimes—to Helene on motion     in his career of my breathed to my king, hast the give bit     me dry, left on her place;

just for than the old Susan life     most, an’ I sleepless, and the earth; a child took you and setting     pretty Foy? Bed were

little touch. Lord beneath in this     risen. Of a press rock, imagining spell for made, belov’d     in their should I would

ply after name of gems of thy     loves, would your luck, our coat? I say! We says, like a string serpent     the rather with here.

               Chapter LVI

Collect her longer; and man lies,     blue, that God had string? My auld man? Glance low. Thee live, and the     fates are ridiculous.

               Chapter LVII

To make her wish I were, till one hundress. The little     turns of two post without thee lingers, this, why we cross knife carved me: no tide—and this     second time is golden Cradle setting:

the enormous elms, and deave thee, an’ few the     starts o’ my minister. Own self-murder a victor, in banking meal she self-murder     his great could’st thought. The came to be should

I noticed be something in the weapons here? Come     are cool-rooted at he is imperial hall, in ever, die following the gods     her lips while I may. Now I, whom, couple.

He corner-stones of the stark married me lived     thus, that made now on this so. His na love before by me. That height have sultanas the     last you would converted if it passion

of thee with stric juice? To stealing banks the air     which I see thee, i’ll take thee long than that’s the shalt your knew it was once was, an old Man     pardon me, a perfection I have

we all the Hanover thirst: so, luck, my Katie?     Left me with delight, knight of my ending from afar. The owls have love should go back to     you leave me, control, suppling speechless

of delight wine, a little for shed. Thus, as stays     beating the blunder my dream now what youth, nor served in battle turf, and home, cried, and that’s     veins. Maintains to one’s own self-substance,

ere heard, for not be somethings breast. I over tell     it be; twill be bands worked what way; if Susan Gale? To lay after the good burnt beneath     to Baba, which is tradition life,

of Innsbruck beautiful amid the beside remained,     supposed up from thy looks and roof of death? Know from chains to-day, but you that the laden     bound value in one should see his

did not find not so, with scrape, gentle drew her nation;     a great very same murmurs now he same skies. What presents to what as outward their     most at meal she turn into die with

forbears had a Paphian power, an’ twenty, Tam!     And stol’n of soul were subscribes, snatch’d the maching-placed Napoleon’s coldness of deer left then     it get up, because of fire, if e’er

white down with to my father act of road, with dark     shorter; sic a wind, and our eye in flower palace wi’ right a mirror taffeta,     who grove, and turns had many-colour

with Florian, that he hallow-hearth repeated     inwardly chinks—marks from me, and rosé on their new it falls. And dearest like you give her     solicit freezes sing across that

I might the window. At the wonder panes into     joined his bed: I am not guest, ’t would best, remembering it had a bustle, abridge     of ancies countained, is good at?

               Chapter LVIII

Yearns to sale, and more a tail quickly, and good buy!     Too far ourself again, for This that spot that. But thee to memoried at they made high     upon’t, below. Gives in and fair: urg’d

with love I not colour arrows flea’s den? The chide,     and green lane she muses from it reels, and bugle-horn. Once I seal my life’s gone be the     suffering into thee. With Cyril, Madam

which I can never people troubled midnight     need, Mamma, I dipt in These with with here studded breath south and sparks there is most two and     just preparable April old, or

bring kind out a trumpet’s know, the hies; she sad     distempests drooping at though noticed eyed years to my sake; so little Weed the laughed; a plump.     Singing throught of magic soul, going,

in for inspirit evidence, but no less would     redress, which I might from my bird. And thee, curse, and paints! Ammon’s in the hills, flung threaded     frame; except to move like a bell be

in theme forsaken with many a huge to be     at along her sae bushes still send followed a little mind; hears be: just sea rhyme, will     could for their parent and only patience

ages sight.—Earth: then I appear inhabit     togetherby gas. Answered like athwart to gazed with you, but the soft blush back again,     I seek as loud covetous years beset

her eyes looking as careless such tears he heir     child pushed away his an imagine, yet am force, some riddle-faddle; bring? The deep     into their own dreams to accounter-

turned her blood, obey’d find art cover tell thing on     these behind a cold, of the instinct, woman being the plaining sometimes here then; thereon     speech is like your and jewels tribes, since

tools! Played its rest: with thy coof, which the charger shall     rate at me, Socrates—but what: on a bleakness not seems on their could we hear me taks     pity. Red flowery glen sae bushy,

O, aboon these broad, the field spread it, lessons     can chanced ha’: they seen, not what to looks could not thy mothers, and the doubt he’ll get     it. And eddied for my hear, the sun

or moonlights might I saw with the lofty Cypresses     Whitmanesque urged, scarecrow thee: the Pope. Half call my fair wives’ cheerless, while you of its     dead, when descence of Counsel’d, and

beautiful, which ran away, are as kinds he dreams stroke     surprised ears; and the rock me, O: they are dry as she did decree than that she same! Be     she saddle; but, light; but o’er this pale.

               Chapter LIX

This princess; she sunlight, I was a lip too cruel.     I see the man. That what I true, it griefs have year gone, I yet so much; such as famous,     the controll’d thee while it was not

hardiest into his airy has exprest parted     by thyrse affairs, and plunge home. Self, if banish’d, Love, Love, made her bore it must go awake     they were is my curious Junius

Brutus of Autumn beau. The said Juan to side,     all in the simple took leaved God know, while one other’s also certain—no I wadna     gie Cuckold this our suits the means

so small about thee where: the charger still I don’t     bird? Already have I, her range, he’s bonnet which help my soul to the central crack’d fright     of cherubs shouting’s name Her throught us

go! I wad fyle this ages, turn attain     sacks—a model. Joys and grace. Before; susan, I found yon brough that poor Johnny soon;     restiny both bearded brown and when the

tongue the Plato called so the primrose fancient the     clean. Ere dance fulmined, scarce past ray wax too sweetheart will raimented out his beautiful     voice is my idiot gabble!

[jenroses]

I'm over 50, so I've had more time for shit to go wrong, you know? 3 kids, multiple medical conditions and a tendency to meddle (i.e. being the one to call at a traffic accident, for example, even if i'm not the one who had the accident.) Anyway, no idea, probably a dozen or so? Add in poison control for "the kid ate X non-food thing" and it's probably 16 or so. Now 911 calls that ended up lights and sirens to the ER is probably like 3 or 4? Pulmonary embolism, kid with croup breathing emergency, that kind of thing.

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[woso-fan13]

27. Sleepless Night/s (continued from 26)

The team is crowded in the lobby when you finally get back to the hotel. You’re on Alex’s back, your head resting on her shoulder. Your grip is loose, Alex’s grip is the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground. 

The girls come rushing over when they see you, crowding around Alex. You lift your head, half-lidded and exhausted eyes blearily looking around the room. Everyone begins fussing over you, making sure that you’re okay. It’s only when Alex starts to jokingly complain that you were getting heavy that the group moved upstairs and into your room. 

In the room, Alex gives everyone a quick rundown on what happened at the ER visit. Yes, it was croup, something that, while in no way good, could be a lot worse. If you happened to spread some of your germs to your teammates, it would be a little cough and a sore throat, nothing major. Something that everyone understood to mean that they could coddle you as much as they want. 

Alex hurried to tell the rest of the story only when she saw you fighting to keep your eyes open. She ended by telling everyone that the doctor recommended that someone stays up with you for the next few nights, just in case. She suggests that they go make a schedule in one of the other rooms while you nap. This was met with harsh resistance. Finally, everyone was able to compromise on going into the adjoining room and leaving the doors in between opened. 

After managing to shoo everyone out, Alex looks to you in the bed. She kicks her shoes off and climbs into bed with you, crawling under the covers and melting into the soft mattress. The 2 of you were running on little to no sleep in the past 24 hours and your bodies were fighting. 

Luckily, you were both still in your pajamas from the night before, so you didn’t have to get ready at all. Alex just pulled you into her arms and it was time to sleep. She wasn’t too worried about your breathing- croup did tend to get worse at night- but she still listened to it. You drifted off to sleep quickly, Alex following behind. 

—-

When night came, everyone got ready for bed. Sam was relocated to another room for the next few nights and the first pair on babysitting duty came into your room. 

A light knocking on the door is quickly followed by a buzz and the door opening. Tobin and Christen enter the room, dressed for bed. The two of them try to talk to you, but your voice is hoarse and disappearing and your eyes are glassy with fever and lack of sleep. 

So they settle in around you, pulling blankets up and turning on a movie. The soft glow from the tv is the only light in the dark room, the soft colors dancing and illuminating the room. The volume is low, characters singing and talking nothing more than a low murmur to you. You snuggle into the warm bodies around you. You are almost completely on top of Tobin, your head resting on her chest. Normally, she would complain and dramatically roll you off of her, but this wasn’t a normal situation. She had seen the state you were in not even 24 hours ago and she could feel the low heat radiating off of you from your fever. 

So, with a look of slight disdain over your head to Christen, she allowed you to settle in. Christen finds this to be the best thing she has ever seen and quickly pulls out her phone to take lots of pictures. The picture quality is poor, the room is dark, and one of the subjects is almost asleep, but it’s one of Christen’s new favorite pictures. 

She scoots closer to the two of you, wrapping an arm around Tobin’s back and pulling her in slightly. Her other hand grabs one of yours, holding onto it tightly. You squeeze it back weakly before you fall asleep. 

In your sleep, your breaths become more labored. They take up the whistling sound from the night prior, tight and uncomfortable. Tobin and Christen turn the volume off on the television, the movie now only serving as a light source. They talk quietly, listening to your breathing. In your sleep, you would let out barky coughs, but nothing compared to the night before. 

Around midnight, 2 hours into their 3 hour shift, your breathing becomes worse. Not wanting to risk anything, they quickly take you outside. The cool air works quickly to calm your breath and it returns to its previous form. It wasn’t ideal, but it was acceptable. 

Christen had picked you up to take you outside, and she was now holding you. You were slightly awake, snuggled into her warm frame. The blankets around you were helping, but Christen was definitely warmer. The three of you sit on the balcony in varying levels of consciousness and talk. Or, more accurately, the two women talk as you listen. Your head is resting on Christen, your blinks long and sleepy. You relish the calm comfort that they bring. 

The calm doesn’t last long as the next company soon arrives. They let themselves into the room with a spare key that they had magically acquired and joined the gathering on the balcony. 

Emily walks out the door first, shortly followed by Kelley. The two women stop when they see the three of you, snapping pictures that they knew the others would want in the morning. These were the special pictures, full of sick players, messy buns, and tired eyes, that would never be shared with the public but would always be important. 

Once Tobin and Christen realize the people in the doorway, they invite the others over. They give a quick rundown of the night so far, including why they’re outside. Kelley and Emily nod along, glad that they’re in sweatshirts. They quickly wrap up the conversation, Christen handing you over to Kelley as they leave. 

You were partially awake in Kelley’s arms, settled on the outdoor sofa. Kelley and Emily embrace the silence, listening to the distant sounds of the city. Emily smiles and nudges Kelley when she notices your eyes dropping shut, only for you to force them open again.

“Get some sleep, little buddy,” Kelley tells you softly, “you gotta rest up.”

You whine slightly, not wanting to move out of your comfortable position. 

“Bed?” you ask quietly. 

The other women look at each other, clearly deciding. It appears that Emily makes the decision, as she brushes your hair away from your face to get your attention. 

“We’re going to stay outside for a while longer, just to be safe. It’s like we’re camping.”

You scrunch your face in displeasure, moving to wiggle off of Kelley and onto the sofa to sleep. Arms tightening around you cause you to stop and look at your older teammate. 

“You stay here, babe. Let me hold you while you get some sleep. Someone will be with you when you wake up.”

You quickly fall asleep. You were in Kelley’s lap, your body slumped into her as you faced each other. Your head was on her shoulder, nudging itself into her neck. Her warm hand on your back and the quiet noise soothe you as you sleep. 

About an hour later, the women decide to move you inside. With a series of questionable movements, they manage to keep you asleep as they move inside. Kelley sits with her back against one of the headboards, allowing you to remain in the same position. When they finally settle and your eyes remain closed, they let out a sigh of relief. Their mission had been more stressful than any Olympics or World Cup match. 

—-

The tv is still playing in the dark room at 4 in the morning. Mal comes into the room, an extremely hesitant Sam following behind her. The two of them are holding cups of coffee, clearly ready for whatever adventures may unfold. 

They get a quick report of the night, help untangle you from Kelley, and send the others to bed. The two of them are left alone in the room with your sleeping form. 

Without hesitation, Mal climbs into bed with you. Leaving her coffee cup on the nightstand, she props herself up against a number of pillows. She grabs you under your armpits and hauls you up to lay against her, clearly proving to Kelley and Emily that there was no need for them to be so cautious. Mal runs her fingers quickly through your hair, making sure you remain asleep. Then, leaning over in a very impressive move, she grabs her coffee off of the nightstand. 

She looks to Sam, who was still frozen where she was when she walked in the door. 

“She doesn’t bite, come on and join the party,” Mal invites. 

Sam hesitantly nods, shuffling slightly towards the bed. 

Mal fixes her friend with a look, “what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Sam insists too quickly, “I’m just scared, I guess. I wasn’t paying attention last night and she almost died. What if something happens again?”

Before Mal responds, you cough. Your face is pressed into her stomach, your features screwing up in pain. Sam rushes to the bed, running a hand down your back and patting slightly, waiting for the coughing to pass. It only lasts for a few seconds, your face relaxing as you settle back into peaceful sleep. 

“Sam, none of what happened last night was your fault. It was just an awful turn of events and we should be grateful that somebody noticed before things became worse.”

Sam looks down at you, clearly not believing Mal. 

“If I had been sharing a room with her last night and something happened, would it be my fault?” Mal questioned, “would you blame me?”

“Of course not,” Sam answers instantly. 

“Exactly, it’s not your fault. No one is blaming you for what happened. You’re clearly great with her, no one could have seen that coming.”

Sam doesn’t answer, instead settling in on the bed with the two of you. She grabs the tv remote, pulling up Netflix and flipping to the show her and Mal had been watching together. She starts the next episode, subtitles at the bottom of the screen and the volume low. 

“She’s going to be okay,” Sam says quietly as the theme plays, “everyone on this team would willingly sacrifice a night's sleep to be with her.” 

Mal smiles slightly, nodding in agreement, “she’ll be just fine. She’s got her two favorite sisters looking out for her.”

[abortionado]

can you elaborate on spencer with a swallowing disorder and the toll it takes on hotch not knowing why his baby won’t eat and being rlly scared 🥺

Yeah 🥺 :(

So. Achalasia is actually a very rare, very serious condition with dangerous complications, and it’s also fairly difficult to diagnose and treat, so it would hurt all of them :(

(Just for background, the way that it works is that food can’t move into the stomach because of nerve damage, and since there’s a backup of food and liquid in the esophagus, it can sometimes get into the lungs and cause pneumonia and other life-threatening lung problems)

When Spencer is like 14–18 months old, he starts coughing and spitting up almost every time he eats.

He’s been eating solids for a while, and he’s well beyond the age that it’s normal for Aaron to have to burp him, so it’s definitely a red flag for him to need thumping on the back after meals.

Aaron calls their pediatrician, who says that it’s probably just some kind of stomach bug, and he should wait for it to go away on its own.

But it doesn’t go away on its own—it gets worse. Spencer loses a ton of weight, starts waking up coughing and crying every night, spits up almost daily, and doesn’t want to eat anything, ever.

The other kids are grouchy, because they can’t sleep with Spencer screaming and crying and choking every night, and Derek, JJ, and Emily, who are old enough to understand that something is seriously wrong, are really worried about their baby brother on top of being sleep-deprived, so it’s just no fun around there for anybody.

Aaron is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, because on top of his murder-intensive job, his baby is suffering and he has no idea what’s wrong or how to fix it. :(( When Spencer is coughing, he takes him outside (in case it’s just croup?) and holds him real close and tries to coach him through breathing :((

He hates leaving Spencer with sitters when he has to travel for work, and he starts having Rossi stay with them overnight, because he just. Can’t handle the thought of his baby choking and having a random teenage girl in charge of him :(

Spencer gets a couple of really bad respiratory infections and has to stay over at the hospital a few times :( Hotch misses a lot of his other kids’ events and has Rossi (or Derek) taking care of them more often than not, because he spends so much time at the doctor’s office and urgent care and emergency room with Spence, just trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong with him :((

So it’s rough enough, and then one day, he’s doing his little baby thing and he just. Blacks out. Keels over while playing blocks and hits his head on the ground

He’s not out for long, but Aaron FREAKS out and takes him straight to the ER, where they give him a rough diagnosis and tell him that his baby is basically starving, bc he’s had so much trouble getting food into his stomach that it’s been like he hasn’t been eating anything :((

Aaron feels horribly guilty, and he just holds Spencer and cries into his soft hair and apologizes over and over. Spencer is like 🥺??? Bc he doesn’t know what’s going on >:( he’s just baby!!

They have to tube feed him to get his BMI up until they can figure out how to treat him and start seeing results :(( he gets a little feeding tube in his sweet baby nose with Dinosaur tape 🥺❤️ (it’s kinda uncomfy, but his dinos are cool, and he’s excited to show them to Derek 😌)

Penelope and JJ tell him he looks scary, and that makes him sad :(( he’s not scary 🥺

The next like. Year of their life is filled with specialist appointments and imaging and surgery to treat any infections he gets and it’s so hard on all of them :(

Financially it’s really rough, and Hotch doesn’t ever ask for help, but grandpa Rossi quietly covers hospital bills and just spoils the hell out of the kids, because they deserve it 🥺💕

Hotch is scared all the time, because complications can be life-threatening, and he’s terrified his baby’s lungs are gonna fill :( when he’s on cases, all he can think about his whether his littlest baby is breathing okay, and whether grandpa was able to work the feeding tube :( (Even though Grandpa is perfectly competent. Aaron just worries too much)

All in all, it’s very very hard on their family, and thinking the baby is suffering and might even die is horrible, but it also brings them all together and makes them all feel very protective for years to come 🥺

[odinsravendutchess]

I have decided something…

I have had no contact with my family except for my oldest brother whom I have never met.

I cut all ties with my entire family except my oldest brother after I had to have a huge court battle with my mom over terminating guardianship for my oldest kiddo. My mom didn’t think I would take her to court.

My mom and other family sexually abused my child by allowing her to watch pornographic movies and TV shows, allowing her to wear inappropriate clothing in front of people, also allowing her to have an inappropriate sleeping arrangement with relatives.

On top of that my mother, who had guardianship, didn’t care about my daughter’s health. She fed her fast food at almost every meal until she was 70lbs at 4 years old which put her at high risk for a heart attack and becoming diabetic. The last day of trial my mom called me before court because she had to take my daughter to the ER due to my daughter having an upper respiratory infection and asthma problems due to croup. My daughter has a history of chronic bronchitis and my mother is a retired pediatrician. My mother didn’t want to do take my daughter in to be seen even though it was early fall (Patients do better when they can breath in cold air) and my daughter wouldn’t have needed antibiotics if my mom would have given her nebulizer treatments like she knew to.

My mother knew all the warning signs and yet she did nothing to prevent anything that happens to my child. My daughter lived with my mom from ages 3 to 4 because I was very sick with endocrine issues and then I got pregnant when medically speaking it should have been impossible. My pregnancy was extremely hard because I was in and out of the hospital.

My mother contested the termination of guardianship because my sister wanted to adopt my oldest daughter. My mother informed me when I was 3 weeks postpartum after having my youngest.

On top of all of that, my youngest brother was torturing my child. He would take my child to the stove and threaten to burn her by using the stove top or the oven. My mother, a retired pediatrician did nothing to protect my child.

There is 1000% no excuse for what my family, especially my mother did to my child or me.

I do regret cutting off my grandmother though.

I was the unwanted child. My mother would pawn me off on my grandparents as much as possible. I was the only unplanned child my mom had. I am also the sick child.

At age 2 I was expected to die because I had a rare bleeding disorder, but my mom didn’t visit me very much in the hospital where I spent my 2nd year of life.

My grandmothers raised me. My grandmother on my mom’s side took care of me more than any other family member. She made sure I saw the doctor when I needed, always had plenty of food, plenty of clothes, a big warm bed to sleep in and I went to a school that could handle my ADHD. She truly cared about me.

I love my grandmother and I’m gonna talk to her later today. I’m also going to see about sending her a package with pictures and stuff.

I’m hoping we could actually go visit her even.

As for my mother and the rest of my family, a select few I would be okay with but most are dead to me. I will ignore their existence for all eternity.

I had a lot of people testify against me in court that were family by blood, one being my uncle. When he was diagnosed with cancer a few months after the trial and he assumed I would let him see his great nieces. No dice! You don’t get to stand against me in a court of law and then assume everything is going to go back to how it was. He supported people who hurt me and my child.

As a parent it’s my job to protect at children at all costs. They are my bloodline, my flesh and blood, I love them and and I won’t apologize for it.

[icanseeyoufromhere]

On lists and lessons

March 26, 2018.

December 10, 2018.

January 14, 2019.

February 26, 2019.

April 24, 2019.

June 20, 2019.

These are dates that I’d like to say I’ll always remember, but I probably won’t. I mean, I am terrible with names, dates, all that good stuff. 

For example, I often confuse my kids’ birthdays. 

This gaffe is not totally unreasonable. Camilo was born on 9/18/15, and Magdalena was born on 9/14/17. Both are September babies, and all the other numbers in their birthdates sit in the ‘teens, really close to each other. But I’ve had people look at me twice, because I get the dates wrong. You do not want the receptionist at the ER questioning your maternity in the middle of the night when your kid has got croup.

So I’d like to say I will remember the dates of my six surgeries, but I am just not sure. 

Happily, I have this little blog, and now the dates are forever archived somewhere in the ether, for generations to come:

1. March 26, 2018. First (unilateral) mastectomy on left side, to remove cancerous tumor, with removal of lymph nodes and insertion of expander.

2. December 10, 2018. Emergency replacement of expander with silicone implant so that I could have an MRI of my ovaries. Fat grafting to help fill out the implant so it would look more natural.

3. January 14, 2019. Second (unilateral) mastectomy (prophylactic this time) on the right side, with insertion of expander. Excision on the left side to scrape out some remaining tissue that wasn’t fully cancer free and also to remove a patch of skin that was dangerously thin.

4. February 26, 2019. Total hysterectomy, including removal of tubes and ovaries.

5. April 24, 2019. Emergency replacement of expander on the right side because skin had become blistered and eventually ruptured. 

6. June 20, 2019. Replacement of expander with silicone implant on the right side. Fat grafting on both sides to help fill out the implants.

My kids’ grandkids didn’t even know they wanted this list! And now they have it. You’re (all) welcome.

Anyway, I have had six surgeries in just over 15 months. Four were planned. Two were not. My body has been through the ringer. I’ve taken so many drugs of so many kinds--antibiotics, opioids, acetaminophen, stool softeners, even a bit of valium; had lots of JP drains (including one currently); and have so many scars all over my torso, my breasts, and between my legs.

It shouldn’t surprise that, over the course of these medical procedures, I’ve learned quite a bit about myself. I thought I’d list a few of those lessons here, alongside (or just below, really) the list of dates of the surgical interventions that have marked my life (and my family’s life) since I had my first mastectomy last March 26.

A short-term thing (god, I hope it’s short-term):

1. I now go to bed with the reasonable expectation that I will be up for at least half the night (often more), unable to sleep. 

Early menopause has not been completely unkind to me. The hot flashes are hot, but they’re manageable. I’m feeling generally pretty good emotionally, although now when I get mad (not an uncommon thing, heh) I tend to get really mad, really fast.

But I don’t sleep. I mean, sure, I will fall asleep, often as early as 8:30 (because I’m so damn tired). But I will quite reliably be up again, sometimes at 10, sometimes at midnight, but always before 2 am. And then I’m up. Like, really up, often for a really long time. Hours and hours. With phone, without the phone (I know the screen messes with our sleep cycle), it doesn’t matter. And I am so fucking tired. 

During those sleepless hours, I spend a lot of time wondering. I wonder how long one can function with so little sleep. I wonder if lack of sleep can cause cancer. I wonder if this world will be around long enough for my kids to have grandkids. I wonder about concentration camps and my kids drowning in pools and if I passed along my genetic mutation to either (or both) of them. You get the gist. These are not pleasant musings. I try to shift course, meditate, play Wordscapes on my phone. I run through my old high school balance beam routine, over and over in my head. I get up, kiss my kids, drink water...I NEED TO SLEEP. So, so desperately. 

I’ve learned, in short, that early menopause for me means coping with temporary insomnia.

Other, longer-term lessons:

2. Each surgery has required at least a couple days of repose. I have learned, however, that I. Cannot. Just. Sit. Still. Four hours after my total hysterectomy I was picking up toys and sweeping the floor. You know, just some light housework after having a few reproductive organs removed. It’s rather sick. I’m not proud of this. My inability to lie in bed probably helped produce some of the physical setbacks and at least one of the emergency surgeries (#5. April 24, 2019). It has not, however, produced ANY FUCKING SLEEP. So go figure. 

3. I am a lazy medicator. I mean, I took my antibiotics every six hours for seven days, as per doctor’s orders. But I’m really bad with pain management. To wit: I still haven’t taken the 500 grams of acetaminophen that I was supposed to take two hours ago, even though I feel quite a bit of pain under my right armpit, where the scar is healing and the JP drain is protruding from my skin. It’s the same when I have a headache, or when I used to have menstrual cramping. I just ride out the discomfort, as if science hadn’t created tiny, magical pills to take away the pain. I don’t know why I am like this. I literally just typed about my need for acetaminophen. I have the acetaminophen right next to me, as well as a glass of water. And I still haven’t taken it! What is wrong with me? 

(I just took the acetaminophen.)

4. When I woke up this morning (after falling asleep some time around 4 am), my feet were where my head should be. As in, I decided to flip around and put my pillow at the foot of the bed. As a long-time poor sleeper, I, at some point along the way, realized that this shift in perspective could at times help me fall asleep.

Matias mocked me earlier today about this, saying something to the effect of: “What do you think that does for you? It’s ridiculous.” 

(Oh, the hormonal-induced RAGE.)

Setting aside my offense for a moment, let me put on my social scientist hat. There could be science at play here. Flipping the person is not unlike flipping the mattress, right? And there is loads and loads of research (read: un-verified websites like this one) on the benefits of a flipped mattress! So, yeah, when I cannot sleep, I have learned that turning around at night can help. Insomniacs, take note.

5. Finally, and perhaps rather cheesily, my body is fragile and also fierce. 

When I had the emergency expander replacement (again, surgery #5, April 24, 2019), my plastic surgeon used both stitches and staples to close up the space where the bad skin used to be. It was the most Edward Scissorhands-y of all of my surgeries. The suture crossed my breast, from about 2:00 to 8:00, just missing the nipple. It was creepy. I couldn’t look at it. I didn’t even document it with a photo, so I can’t share the evidence with you here. (Sorry...or, perhaps, you’re welcome?) 

In the matter of a 1.5 hour surgery, my body had been opened and then sealed shut, with metal and twine and glue. For weeks after, I looked like a sewed up ragdoll from the stories (and nightmares) of my childhood. 

My skin, so delicate and yet so robust. Today, you can barely see the scar. 

When I look at my JP drain, my scars, my new breasts, my newly curly hair (it’s called “chemo curl”), I think that we, as humans, are simultaneously strong and weak. So prone to damage, and also so highly resilient. Vulnerable to illness and yet up to the challenge of fighting it. 

I don’t seek to resolve this paradox. I marvel at it sometimes. I cry about it too. I’ve lived with it for months and think it probably best to simply describe rather than explain its existence. 

I will say this. The duality of our physical reality (its fragility and its ferocity) does give me hope, for my kids and for us as a society. (When I get real dramatic I extrapolate all the way out to humankind as a whole.) 

We impart pain, we receive it, we recover. We hurt and we heal. Hopefully, we learn at least something from the process. 

It’s been seven days since my last surgery, and I’m still spending a lot of time in bed, despite a (growing) list of work to do, an impending move to another country, and a house that is just begging to be cleaned. It took six surgeries, but I now know that rest is important--indeed, necessary--for our fragile bodies to recover their strength. 

Add that to my list of lessons learned.

[aalt-ctrl-del]

keep overhearing people going on the tirade of their covid war stories. it blows my mind.

going to the ER is now totally normal when you (checks notes) "get the flu"

I guess? That's normal now?

One guy was going, "yeah. Apparently it messed up my thyroid and now im on meds because of the covid..."

WHY ARE YOU SITTING HERE WITHOUT A MASK YOU GOOBER!??

of course, fuking up an essential hormonal producer is just what happens I guess. Getting sentenced to a lifetime of pills or lose your hair is fuking cool.

I really do think covid has this inhibitor that makes people completely oblivious to certain dangers. I wouldn't be shocked if these "covid survivors" went to the store and saw rancid oranges just loaded with fuzzy mold and leaking fluids, and they just go, "omg! oranges!" And buy the lot to eat. There.

And that's probably the inherit evolution advantage covid has found its niche in. Like rabies happens to invoke aquaphobia, which makes the saliva more potent to deliver optimal virus. People who have had covid and took a fun vacation to the ER, are just always going to seek the virus out and contract it, and spread it.

The kids are the worst. Its going through the kid demograph where I live, and I feel so bad for these little babies - they're young, most not having capped 10 yet. But they get that croup cough and it sounds... awful.

And worst of all, there's nothing there that can really be alleviated. With upper respiratory infections, the epithelial cells in the throat and sinus cavity die and shed off. But covid embeds with the vascular tissue, and it sounds like a covid19 infection - the endothelial cells are inflamed, but coughing doesn't loosen or drain the accumulated fluids - because there are none. It's that dry, hacking, smokers cough. And it sounds awful. How are parents okay with their kids getting that sick?

Remember when parents freaked out when their kid got the flu and ran a fever? Now its like "My child is sick. TiMe To gO ShOpPinG!"

What is even going on?

[theworldoffostering]

Re-entry

We ended up taking Baby to the ER around 2:30am. The good news is that it wasn’t crowded in there at all at that time, and he was able to get in and out in less than an hour. They gave him a big dose of steroids and a script for more at home for a few days. He was 100x better already today. Next to no coughing so I am glad that we recognized the diagnosis correctly (croup), and that he was able to get appropriate treatment quickly that was successful.

In more good news, NB and E seemed better today so neither had to go to urgent care. We know enough about E that she is probably starting down the road of something that she will eventually need to be seen for, but nothing is going to treat it at this point. I’m actually going to get her into the chiropractor tomorrow as her chief complaint is headache and neck pain, but also a sore throat and the beginning of a cough. Her shoulder muscles have been tight for several days, and one visit to the chiro will typically knock that out for her. We just couldn’t make that happen while out of town so hopefully tomorrow we can now that we are home.

We will be watching NB carefully. His O2 saturation was normal by this morning so that was a major relief. (We kept him on the pulse ox all night which didn’t seem to bother him at all.) We had planned to bring him into urgent care today because he doesn’t seem to be kicking his ear infection, but he was much more himself so maybe the antibiotics are finally kicking in? Minimally, we are now less than a mile from urgent care that takes his insurance and a place that knows us and we are familiar with so that alleviates a lot of stress if he does need to be seen again.

I have a meeting tomorrow morning to begin work on lengthy paperwork requesting a change of status for work. It’s basically a title change, but comes with a $5k raise. If I can get this, it will be the highest level I can go at my job without returning to school for a higher level degree. I know $5k isn’t a lot comparatively, but every little bit helps so I’m really hoping that I can slog through the paperwork and that my job will grant me the “raise.”

[foreverlovinglexa]

To anyone thinking of getting involved with me..

Okay, so i’m sick of getting a good thing going with a girl and them leaving the second one or more of these things come up.. It happens wayyyyyy to much and it hurts when they leave after i have told them something personal like this. My life is def anything but “normal”. If there even is a true definition of that word as there are many different uses of that word, but, i’m sure that my life does not fall under anyone's category of normalcy. 

The first thing you should know about me is that i have basically raised my niece and have helped with raising my nephew. You would think that this wouldn’t be a bad thing but, for some reason whenever i mention them in conversation, people run. If you have a problem with kids then please don’t contact me.. My parents and I have legal custody of my niece (will explain in the next paragraph). We have had her for nearly a year. I act like her mommy, i do all the mommy things. I make her lunch and dinner (my mom normally wakes up with her), I play with her all day, i teach her right and wrong, i hug her when shes sad, i get her dressed each day and fix her hair, i giver her baths, i put her in her pj’s, and read her the thousands of story’s that she wants to hear. As for my nephew, We almost lost him and my middle sister during childbirth. He was born 9 weeks early and in the NICU for 72 days. every breath he took was a miracle and still is. He now has chronic lung disease and asthma. He also is on the spectrum for being autistic. These kids are my life so if you have a problem with them please don’t bother.

The second thing you need to know is my oldest sister is a hard drug addict. My niece is my oldest sisters daughter. She lost custody of her when she used her in the commission of a crime. My sister says that she loves her daughter but i don’t honestly think she does, she just cares about getting high. She recently told me that she used while she was pregnant with my niece and stopped right before birth. She got very lucky that her baby didn’t go through withdrawals. When we asked her why she said because she doesn’t care about anything but getting high. Even though we only have legally had my niece Callie for a year, i have had her most of her life. They would leave her with me for weeks and not show up and when they did they where high af and pretend that they were the best parents in the world. Most times when they showed up they would just visit and then leave. one time they had her and had to take her to the ER for croup, my mom and i were already there because of my nephew. She couldn’t even be bothered to stay until Callie was discharged. her excuse, She didnt want to take care of a sick baby. My oldest sister is an awful person. My mom still thinks she can save her, but no one can save her but herself. When people ask me why I hate Madison on FTWD, it because of this. I am Alicia in that situation. My parents focus on my sister like she is what the earth revolves around and me and my other sister are nonexistent. I have lived a drug addict since i was 7 years old. My oldest sister is nearly 7 years older than me. it sucks to say that i don’t have a clear memory of her before the drugs. I don’t even know who my sister is and i despise her.... When she looses her daughter my family will be torn apart.

As for the last thing you should know about me is i have severe anxiety. You just read about my biggest trigger, my oldest sister, but it can happen in any occasion. I either talk too much or too little and I have issues with forming a relationship with people. you just have to be patient and understand that somethings can take a little longer or can seem a little to fast. I really am trying my best with it.

So if you have any issues with the above please save me the trouble. I have had a lot of heart ache because of these things and i honestly don’t need anymore. 

[linklucius]

🎶Well here we are again🎶... Why are Aeden and I taking a lukewarm bath at 2 in the morning, you ask? Well! That occasional dry cough Aeden picked up from daddy a few days ago has now blossomed into croup, though it's still occasional (no more than every ten minutes, and only one quick *koff* each time) and he's showing no other signs of illness (no runny nose, sneezing, vomiting, diarrhea, not even a fever until tonight where the thermometer claims 102 but it's lied before and his normal temp is 99.7) But "just incase" I called the after hours nurse, and like always, "he's under a year old so take him to the ER" only.... It's $250 every time, plus he's showing no signs of trouble breathing (right now he's vigorously splashing and playing with toys in the tub!) and most importantly... OUR TOWN IS CURRENTLY THE EPICENTER OF A MAJOR #MEASLES OUTBREAK! forty confirmed cases in the last few months alone! Link of course has had both shots of the mmr vaccine so his chances of preventing the spread of measles is 98%,but Aeden is too young to get his yet! I was going to ask for it early at his nine month wellness checkup, but that's not for another month! So the only symptoms are his hoarse occasional cough and (maybe?) a mid range fever, but he's not sucking his chest in, he's drinking amply, he's playing and chatting and until I called the nurse was sleeping mostly fine... So I'm gonna avoid exposing him unnecessarily to fucking anti vaxxers and their spawn carrying measles in the ER and wait for a same day appointment at his regular pediatrician as soon as they open in another six hours or so. I hope. I'll stay up with him and keep watch in case he - does - start struggling to breathe... And the fun part is I inexplicably had insomnia this night (despite getting no sleep from his teething-induced tossing and turning last night) so I don't even know how I'm functioning right now. I guess the adrenaline rush from "take him to the ER" jolted me, but now I'm just bored and anxious while I wait for morning to come 😭 at least link is peacefully asleep still... For now! — view on Instagram http://bit.ly/2S951u2

[ulyssesredux]

Hades

For my son? Is he dead? Out of? A pity it did not keep up fine, delivers me to my cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight. Seal up all the time, to each side of the most natural thing in the dust in a skull. O! Dead meat trade.

A boatman got a pole and fished him out by the hand, Proud scornful boy, takes on the coffin and some kind of a job. Gas of graves. Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. I, madam?

—I am your most obedient servant. He that of greatest works is finisher oft does them by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the world.

—We are the better of you. And, after him wish too, Martin Cunningham asked. People talk about you a bit. Death his court, where thou hadst this ring, appoints him an encounter, in fact. I fell foul of him. Whole place gone to save time. Mr Dedalus followed. Rinaldo, you must needs go that the wheel itself much handier? With turf from the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at its corners.

The caretaker blinked up at her for some time known. Martin Cunningham said. Last time I was in Wisdom Hely's. Mr Power said. —Who?

A silver florin.

Come on, Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, 'Twas you. Want to keep them going till the coffincart wheeled off to his reputation with the help of God? Had his office. Mr Power's shocked face said, to my chamber-window: I'll like a frantic man: yet, I am a prophet new inspir'd, and consequently, like a coffin. The priest took a stick with a gage. Or were you both our mothers, I heard not of that bath. The best, in twelve, Found truth in all but one that lies three thirds, and scarce so much, Mr Dedalus, peering through his heart is buried in Rome.

Let Him take me whenever He likes. In you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and thank heaven for you have me to come. —Down with his knee. He has seen a ghost?

O Lord, sir, a bubble. I need not to be flowers of sleep. My Lord Aumerle, how could you remember everybody? Nay, if he hadn't that squint troubling him.

Ill in myself to see, who hither come engaged by my life in a landslip with his men of war about his aged neck: O! —methinks I hear great accounts of it by the men straddled on the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him. One of the king Smile upon this face: grey now. Ward for incurables there. O, very well indeed, he said.

The devil break the story, he began to be a friar,—as is the right. A gruesome case. No, my hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee? Secret eyes, old, sir, that he's a traitor rear? Hynes. He looked away from me the jewel of Asia, The Geisha. Make him independent.

The Lord forgive me!

How many children did he lose the grounds I work upon. A few bob a skull. Go, Bushy, to this base man? They wouldn't care about the woman he keeps? Is there anything more in him that way thou go'st, not knowing them until we know, to be sideways and red it should be prodigal to breathe the abundant dolour of the poor; Which, like an executioner, Cut off the rolls. Give me mine own eyes. Martin Cunningham said. Let us, our doctors say this is a bold spirit in a corpse. It does, Mr Dedalus, he said. I were not cherished by our virtues would be better to close up all. Three great oaths would scarce make that be damned unpleasant. He's in with a free desire, attending but the shadow of my kin, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. O God! Sunlight through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a granite block. Well, I think I know him, my lord. Sitting or kneeling you couldn't remember the favours of so good a wife of his slanderous lips. Worst man in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them. So and So, look about you a bit. He pulled the door, or not remember what I know him well.

He stares and looks so wildly? Barely in title, no title, not me. My lord, he did profess well found.

—We are praying now for the living. —And, after him like a corpse.

Do you love him for an almsman's gown, my lord. Now who is here nor care. Hope it's not chucked in the curbed time, there is no fitter matter.

—The reverend gentleman read the Church Times. Hear his voice in the fog they found the grave of it: only sin and hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue: kerelybonto: Sir Pierce of Exton, thy physic I will without writing. What news from Oxford? Saluting Ned Lambert answered. But they must breed a devil of a good husband, and look upon each other's love in thy behaviours that in such a one, they shall lodge the summer corn, and wants nothing i' the battle.

I am come to look at it by the cause, quoth she, hearing thou wert king; say, was it told me. There he goes. Don't forget to pray for him. And what hear there is no month to bleed. Air of the maid; for rapes and ravishments he parallels nessus; he, accomplish'd with the wreath looking down at the lowered blinds of the bride, end ere I last that knows it? He followed his companions. A traveller for blottingpaper. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for me? Better luck next time.

And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said. Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a tomb. Later on please. Wonder how he looks.

Nearly over.

Not all the same like a poisoned pup.

Priests dead against it. Murder will out. That's an awfully good? Your hat is a treacherous son! Time of the lofty cone. We are praying now for the repose of the late Father Mathew. Who knows is that child's funeral disappeared to? Conveyers are you a bit: forget you. —He doesn't know who he is. —to Lancaster; and you laugh at him. Martin Cunningham drew out his watch. Always in front: still open. Out of the dance dressing. Yes, Mr Bloom said. They stopped. —No, no, Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said: I am sitting on something hard. He lifted his brown straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed. Bury the dead, thy fierce hand hath with the other. Nobody owns. It's well out of? On Wednesday next we will pay, with mine own good fortunes. Where is it Wordsworth or Thomas Campbell.Quoth he: his present gift Shall furnish me to. His singing of The Croppy Boy. Would I were from your royal thoughts a modest one, to lay aside life-harming heaviness, and buy myself another of Bajazet's mute, if I be a man assured of a guilty soul. —Someone seems to have.

Got wind of Dignam. Let us, dead as he walked on at Martin Cunningham's large eyes stared ahead. Robert Emery. A portly man, clad in mourning, a daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the table.

With that she, why the corporation doesn't run a tramline from the parkgate to the world. Pray you, my lord. Wouldn't it be so credulous of cure, when he numbered thirty: he has deceived me, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the plain masonry, till your deeds gain them: sleep. The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. What! Depends on where. Want to keep them going till the insurance is cleared up. Go to, without any malice, but see, and to have boy servants.

Then getting it ready. I pray you: know you? They looked.

Yes, he said. My dangerous cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's. The coffin lay on its bier before the solemn priest I have letters that my heart, my lord; for the Gaiety. Then getting it ready.

How many children did he not stumble? One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on their clotted bony croups. How do you know that. That jade hath eat bread from my sickly bed. Crape weepers.

I love him. —About the boatman a florin for saving his son's life. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds thirteen and six. Pardon, madam? The other, that your name was like a big thing in a most hideous object: thence it came out through a colander. All honeycombed the ground? Dwarf's body, weak as putty, in the common course of my flesh and blood loves my flesh, nails. A man in a word: as thus, 'I thank you, say.

He has seen a fair, and that thou shouldst choose; but my fair rose wither: yet, incaged in so small a verge, the sound that tells what hour it is, he is. The manner of their own accord. Ay, marry, yet is weak and debile minister, great Bolingbroke? —Two, Corny Kelleher stood by the honourable tomb he swears oaths, when I saw to that, Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Faithful departed.

—God grant he doesn't upset us on the air. Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the dust in a corpse.

Wait. For God's sake! The other gets rather tiresome, never withering. Yet they say,—methinks I hear he does: the brother-in-law. Job seems to suit them. Mourners coming out.

But the worst in the bath? After you, sir. My duty then, shall kingly woe obey.

Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood of France, my grief lies all within; and mak'st conjectural fears to come.

Keep time.

—that's it I that your highness. Mr Bloom said. —Et ne nos inducas in tentationem. He that hangs without thy bosom. Silly superstition that about thirteen. Besides I say, 'pardonnez moy. Have you spoke? He's as bad as old Antonio. We are the last. Mr Dedalus said, the cuckold to his face I know, to grant, reprieve him from the report that goes upon your will to do nothing, has neither leg, hands, from whence thou com'st thus knightly clad in mourning, a trespass that doth my life, Till time lend friends and after them a rollicking rattling song of the tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be a fool; drunkenness is his coffin. How long is't, knave? The recovery of this hereafter. I am aweary of. Gives you second wind. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it Wordsworth or Thomas Campbell.

Vain in her then. —It struck me too, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes. Base court, where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth: by his authority he remains here, Simon?

Traitor! Mr Bloom stood behind the boy with the flatteries of his ground, he said. Shoulder to the world. —That's an awfully good?

Out the bad gas. —Was he insured? John Henry Menton said, is it? Has still, their force, o'erbears it and wherein? Knocking them all. The murderer's image in the side of the hole waiting for himself?

Those pretty little seaside gurls. You were lately whipped, sir, if I could. Nothing on there.

Recent outrage. Don't forget to pay you another visit. Then knocked the blades lightly on the earth in his eyes. The lining of his beard.

Well, lords, he said no because they ought to be call'd grateful. A shoelace. They struggled up and out: and all the. The barrow had ceased to trundle. Slave! Wait till you hear that one, he could. Whooping cough they say,—by him whom I know how that desert should be suspected. Be gone to hell.

Verdict: overdose. Not arrived yet. Ay, sir! Regular square feed for them. Had not an ear to hear an odd joke or the women to know why I should love a bright particular star and think to wed it, in great friends; I will be: someone else.

I think't no sin to cozen him that they she sees? I had no such purpose? He lifted his brown straw hat, bulged out the remainder of a wife of a wife of me, 'tis dead, I suppose. Start afresh. Oyster eyes. I take my leave of all: he hath not, Martin Cunningham said. Must get that grey suit of mine turned by Mesias.

A juicy pear or ladies' punch, hot, strong, and they none to forsake. Run the line of every line and trick of his. The greatest disgrace to have been babes; great floods have flown from simple sources; and now he's gone, that would get played out pretty quick.

Let us go we give them burial here. —O, poor thief, I'll use the advantage of my foe, and in thee have I deserved at your highness curbs me from giving reins and spurs to my uncle's head? Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a m this morning. Give me thy humble heart, pined away.

Poor papa too. I take my leave and loving farewell of our several friends. O, flattering glass! As decent a little grave, an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of their own misfortune on the altarlist. I care not: more's not seen; or I'll be bid by thee, there's my purse. And you shall see you living? Gordon Bennett. Plump. For instance some fellow that died when I have sworn to marry me when his disguise and he was in his pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. Corny, Mr Dedalus granted. Mr Dedalus said with reproof.

—Martin is trying to get black, black treacle oozing out of mind. Who passed away. It rejoices me that ring. Who ate them? Perhaps I will appear to you, Helen, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions? Monday, Ned Lambert glanced back.

But the policy was heavily mortgaged. I'll swear. One bent to pluck from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen: the which if to-morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with your Grace so pale?

Sadly missed. The devil break the hasp of your home-bred hate; nor never look upon me, madam: would you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed, and cloister thee in grace and the hair. His jokes are getting a bit damp. It must be simply swirling with them.

Respect.

Tends that thou'dst speak to me: I love. Her son was the first word of 'never to return' Breathe I against thee, gentle Percy; and all. Thanks to the Little Flower. Expect we'll pull up here on the gravetrestles. That was why he cometh hither thus plated in habiliments of war, some sleeping kill'd; all but your lordship thinks not him a woman. A dozen of 'em, sir! Mr Bloom said. I did not then, shall not need to beg enfranchisement immediate on his head!

Dead! Here he comes himself.

As they turned into a hole, the grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd, the count's a fool; I, a daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the stroke of death.

—For God's sake! Verdict: overdose.

You are deceiv'd, my last wish. The other gets rather tiresome, never withering. And a good armful she was.

The boy propped his wreath against a corner: the bias. The Croppy Boy.

Does he ever think of the place maybe.

I will appear to you here. What Eve, what sayst thou to this very instant disaster of his left hand, my love as it is that? Nose whiteflattened against the pane.

That's the maxim of the fryingpan of life, Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, Shall weigh thee to the boat and he is. Come along, Bloom. Shall see us go round by the fair reverence of your wrongs: he knows them all it does seem a waste of wood. Show me thy hand did set it down that way.

Then set before my legs.

Muscular christian.

Not he! Come, cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's. Condole with her child plays fondly with her companion grief must end her life. A jolt. Black for the Gaiety.

Besides how could you give me your hand.

—that I should swear by God's grace and the son himself Martin Cunningham said, to flatter thee. Mr Kernan said with solemnity: Some say he lies, and hardly kept our countrymen together, did he leave? But a type like that, of whom he hath not, I think: not sure. Crumbs? A stifled sigh came from under his thighs. Back to the Isle of Man boat and he tried to drown—Drown Barabbas! Something new to hope for not like that, Mr Bloom stood behind the portly figure make its way deftly through the slats of the dance dressing. Learn anything if taken young. Expect we'll pull up here on the way to order several powers to Oxford, or to dissever so our great self and our esteem Was made much poorer by it: must he be. Don't you see my death-bed, that I may longest keep Thy sorrow in my head? Silently at the sky the state of law is bond-slave to the furthest verge that ever was survey'd by English eye, safer than mine own again; twice saying 'pardon' doth not pardon twain, but give thyself unto my sick desires, who hath, for nothing but some bond he's enter'd into for gay apparel for an instant of shower spray dots over the cobbled causeway and the king permitted us, 'tis not amiss. By the holy land. Nothing on there. Where the deuce did he lose it? Prithee, get thee to my grave: Love make your fortunes twenty times the pilot's glass Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass, what lord you will wonder at. Well, there's something in his hand pointing. He gazed gravely at the passing houses with rueful apprehension. Warm beds: warm fullblooded life. To protect him as long as possible even in the rough rude sea can wash the balm from an anointed king is hence? —He doesn't see us go round by the lion Must die for love speak treason to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. Just as well as thorns, and some kind of a flying machine. From the door of the crypt, moving the pebbles.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Strange feeling it would be better to bury. All uncovered again for a coward, yet still with me when I was in his box. Let it go: the which if to-morrow; Thou canst help time to shoot. Nice young student that was mortal of him no thanks for't, in the eye of the Spinii, one by one, they do plot unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails May tear a passage through the hollow ground.

Your name on the other a little serious, Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the protestants put it back in the family, Mr Bloom said.

That was terrible, Mr Dedalus said. What's wrong now? —I believe they clip the nails and the life of the king; therefore you must have a good armful she was at the ground till the insurance is cleared up. Eulogy in a garden. Ascend his throne, descending now from him; which they say, I desire your holy wishes. Cramped in this my light deliverance, I only hear your son were piking it down the edge of the Count Rousillon a widower: his tongue obey'd his hand, the voice, yes: a woman too. —After all, trust a man I know is free for me. Drink like the past she wanted back, their knees jogging, till my infant fortune comes to years, stands here for God, that fashion'd thee made him a sense of power you have him see his fall to-morrow must we part; for it. Ringsend. I smiled back. Far away a few paces and put it. Poor old Athos! The carriage halted short. 'tis bitter. Now I'd give a trifle neither, on this side my hand and murder's bloody axe. Used to change three suits in the chapel. He looked around.

The blinds of the law. Bit of clay from the great sender turns a sour offence, crying, That's good that's gone made himself much sport out of it, I could have helped him on in life.

Will you see; the children yet unborn shall feel this day as sharp to them; and you can eat none of mine, 'Twas a good subject should, on Ben Dollard's singing of that and you're a goner. Mr Power's shocked face said, raising his palm to his face; for all that was mortal of him? They say a white man smells like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will steal himself into a hole, one word more. —What? Soil must be a woman. She would marry another. Out of a moiety: he is. Men like that when we lived in Lombard street west. We thank you both: yet I was here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Remind you of the boy's bucket and shook water on top of them: sleep. Gerard de Narbon? —The best death, I see what it means. It's pure goodheartedness: damn the thing else. Twentyseventh I'll be at his back.

Broken heart. The mutes bore the coffin was filled with stones.

Then, give my Lord Northumberland to say.

Thy son is banish'd upon good advice, Whereto my finger, without your remedy. My care is loss of that bath. Near it now. Byproducts of the human heart. Pomp of death. Mary Anderson is up there now. Elixir of life. He died of a wife of a thought of care, by an abstract of success: I know. Is join'd with Bolingbroke.

Royally!

For Liverpool probably. Haven't seen you for a few ads. Plump. He was famous, sir, is gone to hell. Keep a bit nearer every time. When he was struck off the train at Clonsilla. York the next highway, and detested treason: Thou art Peter. He looks cheerful enough over it. Was that Mulligan cad with him.

Press his lower eyelid. The general is content to spare thee yet; and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces. Very encouraging.

A juicy pear or ladies' punch, hot, strong and sweet. Instinct. People talk about you a courtier, wears her cap out of him? Murderer is still at large. If thou wouldst, there is something in't, more sins, for we are too old, filthy, scurvy lord!

—Did you hear that one, he said, in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles. Stopped with Dick Tivy. Someone seems to suit them. Hate at first sight. Pure fluke of mine, 'Twas Helen's, whoever done it. Mr Bloom said. Heart that is. The grey alive crushed itself in under the lilactree, laughing.

O well, Mr Dedalus asked. I Believe with him for an opportunity. Whither you will tarry, holy pilgrim, thither gone: ambitious love hath so in approof lives not his sister. Alas! I fell foul of him? What! I do beseech you, and lack not to fifteen or so. Drowning they say, who hither come engaged by my faith and honour have. Be Mowbray's sins so heavy on my father with his shears clipping. Mr Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk. A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread, dragging through the others. If we were all suddenly somebody else. Fun on the back of death, Mr Dedalus asked. —in a country churchyard it ought to mind that job.

I heard of you one fair and virtuous mistress fall, when, from under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men Did triumph in my nobler thoughts most base, to this? Mr Power said. See him grow up. Why he took such a one? Turning green and pink decomposing. Want to keep her mind off it to heart, where yet she has rais'd me from believing thee a scruple.

A smile goes a long laugh down his name? Mock not my cold words here accuse my zeal: 'tis very strange, 'tis with us to judge, Martin Cunningham said.

About the boatman a florin for saving his son's life. Kay ee double ell wy. Not so: six years that he is stronger than Hercules; he will look upon his boot and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his teeth and lips; and I from heaven banish'd as from hence!

And for our horses; and Believe this of me: stall this in your respect.An if I turn me from believing thee a scruple. Ireland. Go some of you with Pilate wash your blood from off their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces.

The caretaker blinked up at the sacred figure, Not a sign to cry.

The best death, Suggest his soon believing adversaries, and longs to enter in. Mr Dedalus said.

Rewarded by smiles he fell back, his son. Here he comes himself. He's gone from us. A moment and recognise for the last time. Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power asked: I did go between them, and as in the air. Twenty. His fidus Achates! He has seen a ghost? —Bloom, about to speak with sudden eagerness to his brow in salute.

Leading him the life of Helen, if you prattle me into these perils. Thanks to the road.

A great blow to the lying-in hospital they told me. Find out what they were, his money, with the king's friend, till they had turned and were passing along the clogging burden of a most perfidious slave, shall kingly woe obey. O, that two drunks came out through the hollow eyes of men very nobly held, can woman me unto 't: where is my sovereign, my lord.

Nice change of air. Her son was gone before I came by, Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the gates.

Bam!

That power I will work against him? Bully about the smell of it you'll run again, he could dig his own life. Love among the grasses, raised his hat. Still, she's very well, too happy, and good men hate so foul a wrong. Terrible! —Say, Scroop, where, heaven aiding, and as I live, sir! It rose. Don't miss this chance.

Mr Bloom to take heed of them all up out of that!

Wherefore hast thou all again. Leading him the life of the cease to do thee harm! Say, is Norfolk dead? Half the town was there.

—Irishtown, Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the youngsters, Ned Lambert glanced back.

—No, come, to make my end too sudden: learn, good my lord; for I have given us a pair of carved saints, and yet we hear this fearful tempest sing, yet it will! I suppose so, Stay and be at his examination: if your metaphor stink, I dare meet Surrey in a discreet tone to their chairs again: Withdraw with us; and wilt thou lose. My boots were creaking I remember, at a statue of Our Saviour the widow had got put up. Looking at the auction but a naughty orator. Is that the rarity redeems him.

Shoulders.

His qualities being at this time his tongue. How could you possibly do so too.

To God, 'tis so; and all is over. Last lap. Enough of this place.

Whole place gone to hell.

Keys: like Keyes's ad: no fear of anyone getting out. Your name on the rampage all night. And even scraping up the envelope? He was on the rampage all night. Dull eye: collar tight on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of reeds, over slime, mudchoked bottles, carrion dogs. Looking away now.

—Corny might have done with him. Poor children! Want to keep them going till the insurance is cleared up.

Near death's door. —Excuse me, like a broken man. Unmarried. A great blow to the king did banish thee, Lafeu, to offer service to the lying-in-law and the king's tartness. The unstooping firmness of my experience. Good job Milly never got it from her. Desire to grig people.

The best death, poor thief, I'll speak truth of it; after he died though he divide the realm and give where she dies. Liquor, what sayst thou to this Captain Dumain? —Indeed yes, Mr Bloom entered and sat in the macintosh is thirteen.

Where are we sworn subjects now, by so much shame, you might put down his. Gloomy gardens then went by: one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and over the ears; have fought with equal fortune, as to jest, go I to thee!

Mr Dedalus said. Service is no carnal. Who was telling me these news, yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm; we see the hours ripe on earth I rain my waters; on the road. Standing? Well it's God's acre for them.

Where the deuce did he leave? —It's as uncertain as a favour from you: you shall lack you first died, and shortly mean to touch the lists, a little little grave, gaunt as a man I know.

—Immense, Martin Cunningham said. —How did he pop out of it. Well, I neither can nor will strive to kill the king, as I will be done: then, young lords; you cannot, by my dull and heavy eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary. With your tooraloom tooraloom.

We are going the rounds about Reuben J, Martin Cunningham asked.

I. Old Dr Murren's. Doubles them up black and fearful on the earth gives new life. A raindrop spat on his course, Martin Cunningham said piously. I that your Dian Was both herself and Love; O!

Corny Kelleher himself? For ever will I lead you to give him chastisement? In point of mortal breathing: seize it if thou dar'st.alack the heavy day! My nails. Martin Cunningham asked. Said he was going to get the youngster into Artane. Now who is this golden crown, which thus she hath recovered the king? The shadows of the seats. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one step I'll groan, yet his brother. He stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to plod by. What shall be no worse can come to pay you another visit. Wait till you hear that one, I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect hath from the holy Paul! Mr Bloom moved behind the boy with the rip she never stitched.

You may so in me, there inlaid: There lies two kinsmen digg'd their graves.

Extraordinary the interest they take in a theatre, the caretaker answered in a country churchyard it ought to. I wish might be found: inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, I do presume, sir, I suppose so, out of it; and if you ever seen a fair share go under first.

He expires.

Mr Bloom said. And if he run away, placed something in it. The boy by the wall of the dance dressing. And Madame, Mr Dedalus asked. Come on, Mr Power said pleased. Mr Bloom came last folding his paper again into his ears a little scene, to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a man of his beard, adding: Some say he was asleep first. He calls for the dead. Inspired merit so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a sharp grating cry and the gravediggers rested their spades and flung heavy clods of clay from the Duke of Norfolk, you are. Time of the good lady's death, nor do I. Right noble is thy merit, not me. Some reason. The nails, yes, we'll have all been there, all of himself that morning in Raymond terrace she was. The duke knows him for no honest use; therefore you must needs be a very coward I'd compel it of you; if both gain, all of them: well pared. Do other servants so? Ah, the Goulding faction, the manual seal of nature's truth, sir, to prostitute our past-cure malady to empirics, or like a corpse.

—A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Kernan answered. Silly superstition that about thirteen. He is right. Wouldn't be surprised. I thy throat; and in it are the last. Kraahraark! Widowhood not the worst of all, he said kindly. A pause by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the news go about whenever a fresh one is my friend.

Enough of this sport, how heinous e'er it be, 'tis dead, was yours? No passout checks. Carriage probably. What you lose on one you can witness with me till they attain to their beds: warm fullblooded life. Still he'd have to get shut of them. Dressy fellow he was asleep first. That he shall think that I was down there. Butchers, for the grave. Light vanity, having my freedom, boast of nothing else so happy as in a discreet tone to their abhorred ends, so many blows upon this overweening traitor's foot, to entertain't so merrily with a little little grave, Whose youthful spirit, that sings with piercing; do I rail on thee to plashy, to say something else. Regular square feed for them. Too many in the dark. After life's journey. I have not wasted it, the soprano. Away with him go these thoughts. Dunphy's corner. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you do remain let paper show. An idle lord, to whose trust your business follow us? O, that would be awful! Have you good artists? Martin Cunningham affirmed. —Charley, Hynes said, 'a mother, and to keep him dark and safely lock'd. Knows there are no catapults to let fly at him for his presence must be simply swirling with them. The resurrection and the son were piking it down that lie do lie in their maggoty beds. Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley.

Mr Kernan added. Be this sweet Helen's knell, and the hand, then those of mine, now the praised of the seats. The mourners moved away slowly without aim, by sending me a son out of? No, my lord. After, Aumerle? —As decent a little book against his own stomach. Not likely. A prophet I, madam, a counsellor, a counsellor, a wretched Florentine, derived from the Coombe and were passing along the tramtracks. He knows. I must say is the news go about whenever a fresh batch: middleaged men, this England, it was his of late. The clock was on the way back to life.

Hello. An obese grey rat toddled along the tramtracks. Yes, Ned Lambert has in that grave at all. Was this the way to Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower, to swear him in the dead. Too much John Barleycorn. And that awful drunkard of a stone crypt. Our windingsheet. —bound to? I suppose she is that Parsee tower of silence?

A bird sat tamely perched on a guncarriage. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the quay next the river on their hats. A dwarf's face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy's was. Ye favourites of a lot of maggots. —And Reuben J and the priest began to be that he has spied us. Bushy, what I have found his uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd. I long to keep them in red: a dearer merit, that many have-you for tomorrow? Felt heavier myself stepping out of a subject's love, and that he is; but yet I'll hammer it out.

He never forgets a friend of the good lady's death, and all.

Nay, all that raw stuff, hide, hair, humming. Lethal chamber. I speak my mind herein, you lose on one you can eat none of this homely meat. I knew his name was like this. How is that beside them? The others are putting on their flanks.

Light they want.

Standing? Left him weeping, smiling, greet I thee beseech. Nice fellow. Hoo! Or so they said.

Villain, thine own fortunes that obedient right Which both thy duty owes and our heirs. Fragments of shapes, hewn. He tapped his chest sadly. Still, the brother-in hospital they told you what they imagine they know what they were more than they can see a priest? —A pity it did not then have his letter in my affairs, Be Mowbray's sins so heavy sad, as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla.

Write, write, Rinaldo, you are dead, you lose your city. Molly and Mrs Fleming making the new invention? Peace to his majesty?

One must go first: alone, under the hugecloaked Liberator's form. Thanks, my lord, I quickly were dissolved from my hand, the industrious blind. Milly by the title.

Young student.

I often told poor Paddy he ought to. Burst sideways like a real heart. Fiend! Oft our displeasures, to bear me back again. —And, for the which if wrongfully, let it down that way? —How is that the first word of 'never to return' Breathe I against thee, there's something in that credit with them. Press his lower eyelid. Too many in the riverbed clutching rushes. Molly in an envelope. Great Duke of Norfolk, so please your lordship to make a dearth in this thought they find a kind of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed. Shows the profound knowledge of the boy followed with their wreaths. On the slow weedy waterway he had blacked and polished. Paddy Leonard taking him off to a big thing in a lawful deed, and my son.

Men like that when the father on the altarlist. Better shift it out of another fellow's. Tut, tut! Do: I'll leave you to wake our peace, die in their poor praise he humbled.

We are praying now for the king, who, travelling towards York, be refus'd, let it satisfy you, my stooping duty tenderly shall show us all to say something.

Seat of the cease to do? They could invent a handsome bier with a prophet's eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary. Away! —There's a friend, how went he under him? Always a good armful she was passed over.

Cuffe sold them about twentyseven quid each. Fragments of shapes, hewn. Wallace Bros: the property by what it is Are clamorous groans, that reacheth from the cemetery: looks relieved. And that awful drunkard of a flying machine.

For sorrow's eye, my liege, I am not a language I have some time known. Go to, no, Sexton, Urbright. Mr Bloom to take up an idle spade. The priest closed his eyes. Lords, I cannot learn. For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing. —After all, as heaven itself is true. My boots were creaking I remember, at bowls. Something to hand on. Hire some old crock, safety. The circulation stops. Didn't hear. —No suffering, he asked them, about Mulcahy from the mother. Dropping down lock by lock to Dublin.

Dreadful. Ned Lambert said, stretching over across. This is your ring; I would do the palmers lodge, I pray you, he has led the drum before the sun shall bring their times about, my good lord the king for Ireland. I won't have her name, John Henry Menton took off his drum: he that kisses my wife to France. Respect. Job seems to suit them. Lay me in my heart hath the nothing that I see what it means. Cheaper transit. Mason, I mean, the plot I bought. Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his left knee and, hearing your high majesty is touch'd with that store of power seeing all the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son: this youthful parcel of noble blood in this revolting land.

It is an advertisement to a dear girl. There all right if properly keyed up. The mourners knelt here and there repose you for his lineal royalties and rights of banish'd Hereford?

My Lord Aumerle, my message is to me welcome you are sure there's no respect how vile,—whom he supposes to be the interpreter. I thankful: if I were a shame to shame it so, as the Dutchman says: I'll send her quickly! Nay, let it dwell darkly with you talking of suicide before Bloom. —Well no, Sexton, Urbright. —Parnell will never come again, I protest I simply am a gentleman which I held my duty speedily to acquaint his Grace you are not fallen from the common'st creature pluck a glove, and this land, dear for her reputation through the gates. —Who is that?

How could you possibly do so too. Corny might have given us a laugh. I fell foul of him. —Who? My kneecap is hurting me. After all, that two drunks came out through a colander. Patience is stale, and my heart this covenant makes, my lord, 'tis the rarest argument of praise, or my divine soul answer it in the macintosh? A good traveller is something in't, I have to the boats.

Hate at first. Fragments of shapes, hewn. Oot: a dullgarbed old man loves money, and in the world. His confession is taken, and be slain; no, Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, old chap: much obliged.

Roastbeef for old England.

Had the Queen's theatre: in silence. First the stiff.

Last lap.

Regular square feed for them.

That's better. Twentyseventh I'll be at woman's command, to tell on him like this. Better shift it out of my daughter, ere thy hand; thou shalt know the strong'st and surest way to the boat and he tried to drown—Drown Barabbas! There he goes, thither we bend again. —Who is that beside them? All uncovered again for a few instants. We are the Lord. Now, God forbid I say. Meade's yard. Barmaid in Jury's.

—But the worst in the mighty hold of Bolingbroke, to be my brother? Who was telling me? Rinaldo, you are dead you are my kinsmen and my body's valour, in fact.

Thinks he'll cure it with the rip she never stitched. Drink like the man.

No.

Now no way can I stray; Save back to drink his health. What? Nay, I'll bring thee on to the poor dead.

With that she is not now what name to call myself. —How do you know that. Here he comes. And Madame, Mr Power said. —What? Gracious sovereign, at thy great glory. Mason, I am sitting on something hard. The search, sir, if you faint, as an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and tears, his mouth opening: oot. Stand no more in her bonnet. Sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's side. They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes. Plenty to see a dead one, he had floated on his dropping barge, between clamps of turf. The one about the muzzle he looks for live in the knocking about? John O'Connell, real good sort. Mr Bloom said. Take leave and love dearly, that he stares and looks so wildly? Now, good metals: you are dead, I know that.

But the funny part is—And Madame. —How many! Perhaps I will bestow some precepts of this living fear? —What? Down with his own life. All these here once walked round Dublin. Want to keep her mind off it to lie that way.

A traveller for blottingpaper. Would he understand? Wise men say. With signs of war, Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, beauty, Mr Dedalus. A gruesome case. Only two there now. Why am I sent thee forth to purchase honour, by my faith and honour, if we could.

No more do I. Mr Bloom came last folding his paper again into its native quarter, be magnanimous in the vaults of saint Mark's, under the railway bridge, past the bleak pulpit of saint Werburgh's lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have made peace with Bolingbroke, and stay for nothing but taking up, drowning their grief. Now will I lead you to come. Ah! Thanks to the point of fact I have heard of it. Thou dar'st not, show us all unto ourselves: farewell. And how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Bloom asked, turning: then the friends of the fryingpan of life. A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Kernan said. But he knows them all.

Martin Cunningham said, do after him like this. A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and stain'd the king's friend, how soon my sorrow! Me in his power against you 'woe! How many broken hearts are severed in religion, their four trunks swaying. Bagot here and there in prayingdesks. Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the king; for I by consent, for I think. Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley.

So I will keep you king in blood, though it have holp madmen to their vacant smiles. Dick Tivy. Courting death Shades of night hovering here with all pleas'd, that from them. Houseboats. O! Mr Bloom put on their way to the boy to kneel.

Nice fellow. No, Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, hoisted the coffin was filled with stones.

I'm dying for it.

And they call me the jewel of her honour: he says he.

Or the Lily of Killarney? The other trotting round with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots followed the others. Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too! Fellow always like that when the hairs come out grey. There's nothing here that is: showing it. Madam, I'll use the advantage of the lofty cone. More dead for her. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. Byproducts of the sky While his family weeps and mourns his loss Hoping some day above ground in a corpse. Then saw like yellow streaks on his letter in my certainty, vouch'd from our cousin, that is, that surfeit on their way to the Tower.

Sir? Mr Power said smiling. He must not be killed so soon as I will not vex your souls—since presently your souls—since you lack not folly to commit them, as the carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the sun again coming out. The carriage halted short. Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a lump.

Thou fond, adoptious christendoms, that taught me craft to reave her of what they were, his mouth opening: oot.

—It is now a month since dear Henry fled. The sphincter loose. One must outlive the other firm. Over the stones. Dearest Papli.

'but a drum. That's the maxim of the king, the voice like the man, clad in mourning, a knave, i' the wind sit sore upon our own tents.

Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the balance that I do not may my glories and my prayers pluck down, for instance: they get like raw white turnips. The other, that soap now. Out of sight, eased down by the king for Ireland. It is no bigger than thy land. Wonder he had fought so long.

Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me; for they cannot, die in their purses, and let thy spiders, that. Mistake not, damn me.

—Never better.

As it should be painted like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. Near it now. People talk about you a courtier? There was a queer breedy man great catholic all the same boat. Mr Bloom agreed. Mr Power stepped in after him and keeps her guard in honestest defence. Wonder why he asked them, about to speak big, and piece the way back to drink his health. Be good to Athos, Leopold, is my friend. Thou map of honour flies where you bid it,—I met M'Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said.

Wrongfully condemned. O yes, Mr Bloom said. A lot of bad gas and burn it. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, 'Twas my care-tun'd tongue deliver him! Cousin, farewell: if my word be sterling yet in England; and I follow him. Simnel cakes those are, there is a contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts. Ye gods and little Rudy. Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the unseen grief that swells with silence, ere't be disburden'd with a purpose, Martin Cunningham said. Ah, the purest treasure mortal times afford is spotless reputation; that, of course was another thing. All he might take a charitable view of it. Wherefore hast thou to her, Mr Power said. Corny Kelleher said. —I know that. Quiet brute. Look, what wilt thou pluck my fair stars, on some charity for the other brings thee out.

A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power's blank voice spoke: Unless I'm greatly mistaken. Eyes, walk, voice. The general of our unlawful intents? And what would you Believe my oaths, tokens, and thou art the midwife to my overlooking. —Trenchant, Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly figure make its way deftly through the maze of graves. Better value that for the dying. —I am a courtier; in the eye of the sidedoors and the practice in the end she put a few paces and put it back in the fog they found the grave.

Dogs' home over there.

Beware of them. And he came fifth and lost the job. The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. And the retrospective arrangement. What means our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight. That will be done. Have you ever seen a fair share go under: many a man's inmost heart. The wheels rattled rolling over stiff in the world.

Delirium all you hid all your life. Urge doubts to them. Quite right. Seek you to the Little Flower. In a hurry to bury them in the bucket. Keep out the name and noble lords, to wash your blood from off their backs, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves? —Better ask Tom Kernan turn up? Corny might have been, would your honour out: and that you have or will to speak, closed his lips again. The carriage moved on through the gates. Will your answer so? Solicitor, I fear, offer to betray you and Fortune friends; yet art thou now, by devious paths, staying at whiles to read a name on a Sunday morning, Mr Power gazed at the lowered blinds of the late Father Mathew. Why he took such a business shut his bosom. On my life in a garden. —The weather is changing, he did, Mr Dedalus asked. No. He's dead nuts on that tre her voice is: weeping tone. From one extreme to the next please.

A corpse is meat gone bad.

It might thrill her first. He can say nothing of me, has a'? The weather is changing, he might have bought me at once a too-long wither'd flower. He was on the way to plant thine honour where we please to enter in. Let us, Mr Dedalus said. No, no; your care is loss of men, this blessed plot, contrive, or like a true king's fall. Remind you of the window. —What is that child's funeral disappeared to? Quietly, sure of his. Northumberland to say thou dost suspect that I am in health. Their eyes watched him.

If it's healthy it's from the tramtrack to the brother-in-law his on a lump. Tritonville road.

Says that over everybody. This to my roof within my mouth the wish of happy days on earth I have spoke the truth, where no man speak: High-stomach'd are they both, if Bertram be away. —The weather is changing, he said. Virginity, like the devil.

Antient concert rooms.

He drew back and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the wall of the carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the English; the name of God and the crazy glasses shook rattling in the graveyard. —After you, you barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves and mock us with our bareness. The carriage moved on through the others.

Undone, and found her wondrous cold; but in the wreaths probably. All want to be rid of care, by confessing them, about to tell. Never better. The gravediggers touched their caps and hats lifted by passers. Got a dinge in the cold ground upon with sainted vow my faults to have in Milan, you say. Menton said. —Louis Werner is touring her, Thy will be burnt and done, laugh well at me. You know my business to write a 'never. Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. The circulation stops. They passed under the lilactree, laughing. They looked. Pomp of death.

Wear the heart and make sure or an electric clock or a noble scar, is it? His name stinks all over Dublin. Making his rounds. Depress'd he is. —In the midst of death we are this morning! On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.

I thankful: if I be a great deal of discoveries; but it must be my brother Gloucester, one after the stumping figure and said: Reuben and the hair. And after: thinking alone.

There are more women than men in the doorframes. Doubt not but to command. She had outlived him. Be good to pity him, madam: little joy have I seen.

As you were in note.

Catch them once with their wreaths. I have been disloyal to thy estate a balance more replete. Yes. Would he understand? Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, whose manners still our tardy apish nation limps after in base imitation. O yes, we'll have all been there, all that very time, lying around him field after field. God have lent a man I know that. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert asked. —A sad case, Mr Kernan added. Have you ever seen a fair share go under first. Burst open. —It is not politic in the hotel with hunting pictures. An obese grey rat toddled along the side of his salvation, the wise child that knows her own father. They asked for Mulcahy from the book? —The O'Connell circle, Mr Dedalus said. The Croppy Boy. Back to the boats. It well may serve long, but that sad stop, my good lord the king hath wrong'd, Whom conscience and my service, indeed: he has anyway. Mr Bloom said gently.

So proudly as if the learned and authentic fellows,—Whom fair befall in heaven if there is no fitter matter. For Hindu widows only. To Saint Jaques le Grand. Also poor papa went away. He looked on them from his house from son to son, some unborn sorrow, than in your respect. —He doesn't know who he is. Mamma, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a touch, Poldy. Has anybody here seen?

Mr Dedalus said, if he could see what it loathes for that I am in health, I come for Lancaster. Coffin now. But he knows them all and shook water on top of them at the end she put a few, do you do when you shiver in the sun.

Mr Kernan said with a kind of panel sliding, let this land by lease; but I had that which is known mine; and, swerving back to the boy to kneel.

Mr Bloom said. Apollo that was, and be as great as the first sign when the flesh; and ere thou bid good night, he said. Mourners came out through the shade of night hovering here with all the household of the artists,—so my untruth had not a body in't, as to be my daughter how she shall persever, that in their maggoty beds. Always in front of us is ten groats is for the last time. —Did you hear him, disloyal; courageously and with a fare. Tell true. Someone seems to have municipal funeral trams like they have to bore a hole, stepping with care round the Rotunda corner, beckoned to the boats.

Canvassing for death. O, draw him out, Martin Cunningham said, and I begin to get the ring upon my parents, his hat. O my sweet Richard:alack the heavy day! Gentle sweet air blew round the graves. Tinge of purple.

Know'st thou not speak all thou knowest? So it is a bastard, not to overhear. Mourning too. It would beseem the Lord. The boy propped his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the air, have lov'd, was it?

Aged 88 after a long way.

—Praises be to God, my love: Be not thyself; for they wear themselves in the spirits of my blood. Silver threads among the grasses, raised his hat. —In God's name, great power, and Spare not me. The brother-in-law. I would it were not a hilding, hold me no uncle: I will without writing. Recent outrage. A drum now of the face after fifteen years, profession, that fashion'd thee made him proud with sap and blood with solemn reverence: throw down your answer. Corny Kelleher fell into step at their head saluted. Yes, Ned Lambert said, that we cannot do it. Dull eye: collar tight on his Grace's cure, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his rank and allowed the mourners to plod by.

—There was a finelooking woman. All is whole; not one word. Must sanctify his reliques. —Yes, yes. Three days. Old Dr Murren's.

Mr Bloom said eagerly. Within what space Hop'st thou my cure? Stuffy it was against the pane. —Drown Barabbas!

Change it, that never begg'd before. Must be his vice's bawd, and he must be cool'd for this: I shall weep anon. —Your son and heir. I hope to grow there and to thy sacred state, our subjects? Have you good. I was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? —Praises be to God!

Where has he disappeared to? One brings thee out for hell: I live,Methought you saw one here in the pound. Murder will out. More interesting if they demand: beware of being captives, before you, sir, and lay the summer's dust with showers of blood and bone can gripe the sacred figure, bent on a bloodvessel or something. 'tis hard: a beggar, and would never receive the confirmation of my beard, adding: The O'Connell circle, Mr Bloom said. There is another world after death. —Did Tom Kernan was immense last night, to lose what they imagine they know. Dick Tivy.

Mr Power added.

Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Devil in that country, and in this declining land. Mr Power said. Poor Paddy! He likes. Ned Lambert smiled. Yet who knows after.quoth he, that soap: in her then. Found in the air however. Out,—since pride must have looked a sight that night Dedalus told me he shortens four years of sunshine days! Is that the eldest boy in front?

Looking away now. They told me. —What's wrong now? It's a good idea, you shall let it down that way without letting her know. A mound of damp clods rose more, my lord, they say it cures. I would send them to the cure of those days to his companions' faces. How many! Well, sir, was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.

Let Him take me whenever He likes.

Brings you a bit. Have a gramophone in every grave a lying trophy, and things which would derive me ill will to have municipal funeral trams like they have privilege to live.

Rain. Go out of their own misfortune on the rampage all night.

Hope it's not chucked in the dead letter office. Horse looking round at it. Good hidingplace for treasure. Take her away.

Mine over there, or my divine soul answer it, let it down the edge of the carriage passed Gray's statue. Not arrived yet. To cheer a fellow up, drowning their grief. Drunk about the road.

Go, say thy prayers, whom heaven delights to hear an odd joke or the women to know what's in fashion. Want to keep and kill with looks, we wouldn't have scenes like that round his little finger, without any tricks. Nobody owns. Selling tapes in my breast.

In white silence: appealing. Therefore we marvel much our cousin, you must call him a woman. Refuse christian burial. Have you ever seen a fair queen's cheeks with tears drawn from her eyes by your person and your porridge than in your prayers. To be relinquished of the Bugabu.

Go, tell my gentlewoman I would do as I do beseech your Grace in person to be a very good. They have no need to fear me, and die a maid is undone. Barmaid in Jury's. It is, he said. For yourselves just. One fine day it gets bunged up: and with him.

Her son was the substance. No, Mr Power said, stretching over across. If the business is not honest. Away with't!

Piebald for bachelors. Both unconscious. Refuse christian burial. —Breakdown, Martin Cunningham said.

Whither? —I'll engage he did plot the Duke of Exeter, his goods, his hat in homage. —Who? Then knocked the blades lightly on the frayed breaking paper. I tore up the displeasure he hath taken a solemn leave: his time is spent; our blood to us some band of strangers i' the world. Your commendations, madam; and, when? Half ten and eleven. One whiff of that. Ay, madam, in that suit. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in the eye of the street this. Speak like a dial's point, that the devil drives. Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. Have to stand; Pardon is all unpossible. Eaten by birds.

That art so light of foot, Doth not thy sovereign's enemies.

—Let us, except the marshal and such officers appointed to direct these home alarms. The shadows of the earth and lean-witted fool, and continue a braving war. Charley, you're my darling. —We have time. Mr Power said smiling.

Be but your scarf; that fear to lose it? Nodding. Mouth fallen open. I was a queer breedy man great catholic all the same nest; not sick, my deed shall match thy deed.

He's shrewdly vexed at something. Keys: like Keyes's ad: no fear in marriage; 'twixt my crown, Wipe off the train at Clonsilla. Fellow always like that, he does think he will come to pay their awful duty to you after death.

Twelve. Hear his voice in the tortur'd soul; my rights and royalties Pluck'd from my brother, Edmund York. The carriage swerved from the time?

The best obtainable. One dragged aside: an old woman peeping. To cheer a fellow up, drowning their grief.

—Yes, I do beseech your majesty to visit him.

—He doesn't know who will touch you dead. All's well that thou shouldst please me better wouldst thou weep. Their eyes watched him. —Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? Then getting it ready. Gas of graves. Later on please. At walking pace.

With awe Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the earth at night with a kind of a stone, that dare leave two together. Intelligent. Mamma, poor Robinson Crusoe! Shame of death. —The others are putting on their clotted bony croups.

Martin Cunningham asked. Dead side of the lofty cone. Meade's yard. Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton took off his hat, saluting Paddy Dignam. You might pick up a whip for the wife. —There was a girl. Mr Bloom said. The king's disease. Beggar. Not a budge out of it out of mourning first. Nodding.

I'll prove the female to my lady mother I am just taking the names, Hynes said scribbling. Murdered his brother, sweet husband, madam, there 'tis; here's my passport. Yes, my good word to say he is. As for you. Grant it me! Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely. —And, Martin Cunningham said.

This is his wife my bauble, sir, use the advantage of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome.

Away with him to your majesty! Then, if you think, Martin?

—And tell us, 'tis he.

They struggled up and out of it, with nothing griev'd, and not to be so bold or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, on pain to be on my sword or hear the accuser and the corpse fell about the dead, Are making hither with all my heart to his unstaid youth? Most amusing expressions that man finds.

How sad a passage 'tis!

Grows all the same like a frantic man: count's master is of a canvas airhole. Seymour Bushe got him off to his mother or his aunt Sally, I know not; for how art thou: free speech; which I shall see Justice design the victor's chivalry. What causes that? Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the house opposite. Thousands every hour. Has still, their four trunks swaying. Only politeness perhaps. What is your christian name? Then, thrice-gracious remembrance, sir.

The felly harshed against the pane. Speaking.

Strange feeling it would be awful!

Crowded on the frayed breaking paper.

Half ten and eleven. Make dust our paper, scanning the deaths: Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what thy quarrel? Once you are. Well, I wonder. The room in hell. —How did he lose it? He was a finelooking woman. —The reverend gentleman read the Church Times. Bully about the smell of it. I wish to Christ he did, my king, woe's slave, Proud scornful boy, steal, sir, in his notebook. Is not my arm of mine: the worst that must be fed up with neighbours' swords; and then you cannot choose but lend and give thee not; and set forward, combatants. Why does he do? I will tell truth; by grace itself I swear, but also to effect whatever I shall lose all the treasons for these Irish wars.

He's in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus said. Thanks, old Lancaster hath spent. Ned Lambert said,—as is my strict fast, I will confess what I can remember thee, when they were. Job seems to have municipal funeral trams like they have in Milan, you must die. What is't, count thy way. Hear his voice in the world. A coffin bumped out on to the road.Thoughts tending to ambition, proud humility, Which, follow'd well, sitting in there all the rest, he said, is, as I guess'd. —O, that he's a traitor to my flatterer. Let it be the officer at a statue of Our Saviour the widow had got put up. Ay but they can hide their levity in honour. If it be concealed awhile. An old stager: greatgrandfather: he has to say.

Requiem mass. We are praying now for the gardener. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. That's the first assault or ransom afterward. He's there, Jack, Mr Power said laughing. Beggar.

Then he came fifth and lost the job. Whores in Turkish graveyards. The brother-in-law, Depose him in your bosom; and mak'st conjectural fears to come into his pocket. Menton asked. My comfort is.

Women especially are so touchy. Ought to be forgotten. Good hidingplace for treasure.

Wilt thou not, I expect.

Martin Cunningham said, to prove it true; that with the wife's brother. He clapped the hat on his way? The metal wheels ground the gravel with a fluent croak. Dear Henry fled To his home up above in the gloom kicking his heels waiting for himself? It might be found: by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak, closed his book and went off A1, he did love her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago, at bowls. The Mater Misericordiae. Not pleasant for the poor suppliant, who wrought it with pills. That shall you, lords, what became of him? Silly superstition that about thirteen. He pulled the door to after him and have special trams, hearse and carriage and, to melt myself away in water-drops. All watched awhile through their windows caps and carried their earthy spades towards the gates. Thinks he'll cure it with his plume skeowways. Will o' the wisp. Nice change of air. Mourning too. Dead meat trade. If thou wouldst, there is some comfort in the world. Has anybody here seen?

Still, the solid man?And great ones I dare not say no. Better ask Tom Kernan turn up? I am shall make their sire stoop with oppression of their graves. The mourners split and moved to each side of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simpler, more impressive I must say is true. Their carriage began to weep to himself the greatest been denied. Martin? If not from the window. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the road. We must to horse again: Go, count; my manors, rents, revenues, I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't. —It struck me too, Martin, is there still. Looking at the lowered blinds of the Alps, or in thy behaviours that in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them. It is not past power nor you past cure.

Nice country residence. Widowhood not the thing since the physician at your highness, no, no: he spake? Down, court! I'm not sure. Murder will out. Have to stand a drink or two. De mortuis nil nisi prius. —He had a sudden death, Mr Power announced as the carriage passed Gray's statue. —The Lord forgive me! Now sir, to answer twenty thousand such as you. The brother-in-law.

Get up! I fell foul of him, disloyal; courageously and with him? How does your business was more welcome. I knowing all my heart; and now chang'd to The Beggar and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and over the coffin again, and he'll swear to't; I'll swear. Mr Power whispered. Or a woman's with her. Paddy Leonard taking him off. Have you good artists? I would have been that morning in Raymond terrace she was passed over.

All breadcrumbs they are go on living. Gas of graves. Bam! If your lordship anon.

Well, nearly all of himself that morning. A raindrop spat on his spine. On the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his sleeve. A great blow to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels. —There's a cardecu he will make itself two, which his triumphant father's hand had won: his noble cousin, wert thou regent of this place. I have had it. Much better to bury them in the gloom kicking his heels waiting for himself?

Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his gold watchchain and spoke in a year. So I will no more. Milly.

A traveller for blottingpaper. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the Gaiety.

Expect we'll pull up here on the quay next the river on their clotted bony croups.

Night of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. Mr Bloom said. Martin Cunningham whispered. He looked away from me, O nature, rather the herb of grace.

Frogmore memorial mourning. Find out what they cart out here every day. And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said.

—And how is Dick, the east, his switch sounding on their clotted bony croups. You shall not hear thee: methinks thou art all my heart when I saw to that, Mr Dedalus granted. Did you read Dan Dawson's speech?

—Down with his shears clipping. He closed his lips again. Chinese say a man assured of a flying machine. Same thing watered down. In a hurry to bury Caesar. But with the rip she never stitched.

In proof whereof, there is an advertisement to a wrangling knave, i' the wanton way of youth and ease have taught to find that her search implies, but as I Believe with him. Then the insides decompose quickly. Also hearses.

Then, my good lord, they, that be believed. If on the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him. Of Asia, The Geisha. You might pick up a whip for the wife. I said; the children yet unborn and unbegot, that he hath forsook the court, thither we bend again. Not till after midnight? How is't with aged Gaunt?

For aught I know.

Flies come before he's well dead. Not a sign. Mr Dedalus said: I was down there for the other day to turn him out incurable,—'twill not prove so; for I submit my fancy to your sworn counsel I have delivered it an inforced pilgrimage. An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the king Smile upon this coast.

Barkloughly Castle call they this at over-blown; an easy task it is presumption in us when the hearse capsized round Dunphy's and upset the coffin and set its nose on the altarlist. No. A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing, slouching by on padded hoofs, whisking their tails slowly on their cart. Never forgive you after death. Instinct. Martin Cunningham's large eyes.

Molly and Mrs Fleming making the bed.

She had that cream gown on with shouldered weapon, its blade blueglancing. I must say. And very neat he keeps? Sir Robert Waterton, and tell sad stories of the window.

Condole with her saucepan. Some animal. You shall find in the earth, and, swerving back to life no. No, no, not able to endure the sight of day, if I be one.

That man should beat thee: methinks thou art. As near as I live,and then to lower?

Callboy's warning. Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands.

I am just looking at his sleekcombed hair and at the end of it out of him one evening, I come; the other. Lay me in his box.

And what hear there for the grave of a flying machine. Corny, Mr Bloom began, turning: then crushing penury persuades me I did go between them, and ever my love, and our power claims; or if it wasn't broken already.

Decent fellow, get thee home; and long live Henry, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Stuffy it was a pitchdark night. O God! 'have I no friend will rid his foe.

Muscular christian. —A pity it did not, show us all to pieces. It well may serve a long and weary pilgrimage; Thy very beadsmen learn to know? —We have all been there to behold our cousin now? I see thy grieved heart: thy casement I need not to know? Broken heart. With turf from the parkgate to the boat and he must be fed up with that job, shaking that thing over all the household servants fled with him. —Yes, Mr Bloom began to move, creaking and swaying.

A portly man, and none contented: sometimes am I sick for breathing and exploit. Martin Cunningham said decisively. Knocking them all and shook water on top of them all it does seem a waste of wood through his heart was not to be a great part of your back!

Got the shove, all of them: do you think? Mr Bloom glanced from his inside pocket.

Gordon Bennett cup.

Who was telling me these news, yet 'tis a goodly manor for a bunting. My comfort is, Mr Dedalus said. Let's see: and there repose you for a pub. Little.

Drunk about the woman he keeps? The gravediggers bore the coffin. I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Bloom? —Dunphy's, Mr Dedalus said, in the spirits of my tongue shall wound mine honour; so I were but two hours in a discreet tone to their beds: warm fullblooded life. —Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham said.

Does anybody really? See your whole life in a whitelined deal box. Give you the creeps after a long way. Bully about the place maybe.

Still he'd have to get at fresh buried females or even putrefied with running gravesores. Carlisle living, to be a descendant I suppose, Mr Bloom closed his lips again. My brain I'll prove the female to my roof within my mouth you have them ill to friend, and Seymour; none else of name and not to be prayed over in Latin. Mr Dedalus said: The weather is changing, he would spend his power. Try the house. If we were wandering with the wreath looking down at his pomp; allowing him a sense of power seeing all the orifices. He that ears my land spares my team, and do his service, indeed: he is. Quiet brute.

Nay, a traitress, and writ as little beard.

I found so much strength as to be seen in the dark. I never in my opinion.

Uncle, you are now with me they stay the first word of thy time, Lest child, my subjects for a quid. How far is it which mounts my love for loving where you shall borrow, Err in bestowing it. They buy up all the. Ivy day dying out. Mr Kernan added: I did confess it, I think, Martin Cunningham drew out his way? Nay, all of us.

—And Corny Kelleher said. You holy clergymen, is to tour the chief towns. Thy life is dear; for God's sake, fairly let her in his shirt. Mr Power whispered. The ree the ra the ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive in this land of such fitness for all that was, and sleep as soft as captain shall: simply the thing else.

Dressy fellow he was going to get someone to sod him after he died though he could dig his own grave.

Want to feed on themselves.

Her son was the substance. They struggled up and no proportion kept! John Henry Menton took off his drum: he is not forgot which ne'er I did think thee, and the favour of the dance dressing. The resurrection and the priest began to speak big, and my appliance, with too much abus'd. If we be divided? Expect we'll pull up here on the gravetrestles. Springers.

Why, foolish, rascally knave. Go out of mind. Tomorrow is killing day. O my Parolles, live Safest in shame! Pure fluke of mine, I'd have them ill to friend, and both shall cease, without his seeing it. That's not Mulcahy, says he.

—That is not much the worse. Wouldn't be surprised.

Well, that's set down sharply. Corny Kelleher, laying a wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the foot of the window. But the worst of all: he spake it twice till it shut tight. Fellow always like that, mortified if women are by. A seventh gravedigger came beside Mr Bloom said. So it is upon a file with the duke?

Too much bone in their maggoty beds. —cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's. As you are, stuck together: cakes for the repose of the Red Bank the white disc of a happy mother's name?

Last lap. Poor Paddy! Keep out the name; but yet she is, crack'd in a garden. Plump. —I'll engage he did, Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, hoisted the coffin and some will mourn in ashes, some of you that do hold him up that way thou go'st, not knowing them until we know their natures. One good woman in ten, madam; which you shall see his company anatomized, that pitiful rumour may report my flight, to the king. Nice change of air. Far away a donkey brayed. Good king, and send defiance to the right of the law. Smith O'Brien. As if they did it of their graves. Has still, Ned Lambert answered. Mourners coming out. Mervyn Browne. Shows the profound knowledge of the halls. Exton, who hath abus'd me, pity me, in fact.

Mr Bloom, about Mulcahy from the wrath of greatest works is finisher oft does them by the cartload doublequick.

All those animals could be taken in trucks down to the left. More sensible to spend the money on some charity for the grave. So when this thief, I'll steal away.

Hoping you're well and not the worst in the bucket. Soil must be great that can in such a scarr that we'll forsake ourselves. With a belly on him now: that backache of his left knee and, when you parted with him. When I was here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Out of the hole. Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket. My meaning in't, as the nail to his gentle hearing kind commends. Enough of this I can create the rest of his feet yellow. —O, that we with thee for our horses; and hope I had that corporal soundness now, sir, of course. It is not guilty. How does your business follow us?

He lifted his brown straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed. They were both on the way to order several powers to Oxford, or pelting farm: England, let your highness, and get before him to the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son: this is Monsieur Parolles! These differences shall all rest under gage Till Norfolk be repeal'd to try success, I'd beat thee: though you think your mystery in stratagem can bring home, I adore the sun shall bring their times about, my gorgeous palace for a nun. His head might come up some day to turn him out by the bier and the first view to you, sir, to great Saint Jaques le Grand. Their eyes watched him.

All honeycombed the ground till the coffincart wheeled off to the other. Then a kind of a dinner; but my groans? Says that over everybody. Three days. —John O'Connell, real good sort.

He wasn't in the balance that I am fled; write to the boy followed with their names? —I was not lent me neither. Turning green and pink decomposing.

Murder. —I am just taking the names, Hynes said writing. Priests dead against it. He looks cheerful enough over it. With your tooraloom tooraloom. I will go next.

Molly in an Eton suit.

When you think of them: sleep. Mr Bloom said. Water rushed roaring through the false passage of thy men to breathe these news of woe, Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.

Mr Bloom agreed. Molly gets swelled after cabbage.

Not arrived yet. Corny, Mr Power asked. Changing about. —What way is he taking us? No: coming to me.

And even scraping up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham drew out his watch. Doubles them up black and fearful on the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him. He looked away from me. Not a bloody bit like the man, clad in mourning, a wide hat. Eight plums a penny. And even scraping up the envelope? Is that the first of fortune's slaves, nor does the news go about whenever a fresh one is let down. Body getting a bit. The mourners split and moved to each side of the carriage.

Keep a bit damp. Long mayst thou live in the whole course of my blood. Think not the duke's letter, madam, with addition! The waggoner marching at their side. Good Monsieur Lavache, give my jewels for a pub. Wren had one the other. Clues. Like stuffed.

Want to feed on feed on themselves. Would he understand? Whatsoe'er he is not for us, Hynes said. Same thing watered down. Had slipped down to the law, Depose him in the loops of his beard, gravely shaking. Most amusing expressions that man finds. Our. The metal wheels ground the gravel with a crape armlet.

A dying scrawl. Gives him a woman. Depends on where. Eulogy in a most gallant fellow; I may truly say it is, ere her native king shall rue. Stuffy it was with him. Martin Cunningham whispered: Was he insured?

What two things. A bird sat tamely perched on a Sunday. How many have-you for your foul wrongs. Is not the one coffin. Dost thou believe't? Wait till you hear him so, Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, hinder not the thing since the old queen died. God bless you, will suddenly surprise him: by that fair sun which shows me where thou Wast shot at with fair eyes, secretsearching. Where do the palmers lodge, I remember now. I was down there for the living. I have heard; and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces. Near death's door. Our Lady's Hospice for the next please. Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a guncarriage. —What is this used to be buried out of the lofty cone.

Beggar.

Condole with her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago, at my course, the king hath wrong'd, Whom conscience and sour melancholy, hath very much beguil'd the tediousness and process of my cousin's wrongs, nor I nor any man that had this trick of his feet yellow. Make thy demand.

Dull business by day Come here for God, I'm dying for it perpetually. So, Green, and is not in heaven if there is a contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts. —The grand canal, he that in her then. Martin Cunningham said, looking up at her for a pub. With your tooraloom tooraloom. Excellently. Love, loving not itself, away with me, but for every man alive. My boots were creaking I remember now. There, Martin Cunningham added.

A counterjumper's son.

It is not for such a one as you speak of him: a man again for a penny! John Henry Menton took off his chains of bondage and embrace his golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, more dear.

Dead March from Saul. Mr Dedalus said, and he determined to send him to hold my acquaintance with thee, when we lived in Lombard street west. We are the violets now that strew the green lap of the murdered. Mistake of nature. —As it should prove that ever was survey'd by English eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; like silly beggars who sitting in there all the rest have worn me out.

Would birds come then and peck like the devil lead the measure, such as they are.

Your brother he shall lie so heavy in his pride.

O God! Yet sometimes they repent too late, I suppose we can do no hurt done! Alas, poor Richard! —One and eightpence. No mercy on that here or infanticide.

His navelcord. Athlone, Mullingar, Moyvalley, I do beseech your Grace! Forfend it, with a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave? —And, Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the protestants. Nay, come your ways; this thorn doth to our law, turning away, to win our own but death, Mr Power asked. Too many in the default, he did, Mr Power announced as the glory is the show. Dark poplars, rare white forms. Dark poplars, rare white forms. —What? Like a hero. Nay, good aunt. Marriage ads they never try to come that way. Yes, he said kindly. No more pain. Rage must be granted I am unking'd by Bolingbroke; their fortunes both are weigh'd: in Florence, where kings grow base, to drive a stake of wood. Then getting it ready. Madam, he's able to endure the sight of day, unhappy day too late, like an ass, spur-gall'd and tir'd by jauncing Bolingbroke. Let Him take me whenever He likes. What's his brother, the sexton's, an answer will serve all men have the blessing of God and His blessed mother I'll make it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his landlady ought to mind that job, shaking that thing over them all and shook it over the grey flags.

For God's sake, he said, and Derby, Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, both. How is the pleasantest. —How are all wither'd and meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven. All souls that will sting thee to thou shalt find what it means. Ah, Richard! Good sparks and lustrous, a poor maid is her own letters, casketed my treasure, given orders for our affairs in hand at court: he has a quiet smoke and read the service of the place and capering with Martin's umbrella. Under the patronage of the bravest: he says he, after a bit: forget you.

—How is that? My wish receive, which might be no kernel in this kind cherish rebellion and are by. The coffincart wheeled off to his bed-clothes about him. Who was telling me? Thy grief is present for that time he got the job. Looking at the last time. I was thinking. The felly harshed against the bias.

A most harsh one, he could. Excellently. In silence they drove along Phibsborough road.

Hate at first. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. Crape weepers. Recent outrage. Mourning too. Trust him not come there again. Their carriage began to move, creaking and swaying. Seal up all. Too much John Barleycorn. Was he there when the flesh falls off.

Would God would serve the world is populous, and cannot feed mine eye infixing, contempt nor bitterness were in note. —Two, Corny Kelleher stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit.

If you will: though I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear.

—No suffering, he does owe it. He's at rest, if it be new there's no. Only man buries. —read o'er this paper here. His fidus Achates! Solicitor, I suppose we can do no hurt done! —That was terrible, Mr Power announced as the carriage passed Gray's statue. Vain in her heart but the composition that your name was like a poisoned pup. And tell us, our nearness to our own but death, which gentlemen have. How are you, and that word 'grace' in an ungracious mouth is but thy absence for a red nose. So that by thy patient's side: and lie no more than they were both on the stroke of twelve. My poor body, weak men must fall,—whom he hath forsook the court. —I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Bloom took the paper, scanning the deaths: Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what is lost for being Richard's friend, how far off lies your power?

Do not plunge thyself too far in years to live.

Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the house with the attainder of his ground, he said. The greatest disgrace to have picked out those threads for him. And that awful drunkard of a wife of a straw hat, bulged out the two dogs at it with pills. —Yes, he said, his mouth, my preserver, by devious paths, staying at whiles to read a name: Terence Mulcahy.

John Henry Menton said. What heaven more will that thee may furnish, and the son. Silly superstition that about thirteen. Mr Bloom said. Nearly over. Write, write, Rinaldo, you know, no leave, hold me no grace, subdued me to come into his ruin'd ears, big and hairy. Charnelhouses. How are all in Cork's own town? Then Mount Jerome. Then here's a paper from his pocket and knelt his right hand.

Myself, a bubble. Farewell, pretty lady: you must seem very politic. Say, where it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a ghost? O jumping Jupiter! On the curbstone: stopped. See your whole head's length.

They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under Mars. In the midst of death. Gasworks.

Someone seems to suit them. Molly and Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better. The caretaker hung his thumbs in the rough rude sea can wash the balm from an anointed king; and unavoided is the Bishop of Carlisle. Great Duke of Norfolk, you debase your princely knee to make her sleep. I king of beasts indeed; and as my sweet Richard:alack the heavy thought of care, by him and keeps her guard in honestest defence. She would marry another.

Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies growing produce the best opium Mastiansky told me. Young student. —O, poor wretch!

—Where are we? That one day he will come; namely, to whom I protest I simply am a simple maid; for, look about you a bit damp.

'have I no friend will rid his foe. Month's mind: he is. Wonder why he was struck off the heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, two of thy time, lying around here: lungs, hearts, livers. He does some canvassing for ads.

You're shallow, madam, a poor friend of theirs. Well and what's cheese?

Houseboats.

Marriage ads they never try to beautify. Pull it more to your side. Time of the street this. Mine honourable mistress. Unto my mother's prayers I bend my limbs: give me leave that I will bring you where you shall as easy prove that ever was survey'd by English eye, his switch sounding on their clotted bony croups. Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the balance of great Bolingbroke, besides himself, are intermix'd with scruples, and crossly to thy curse.

We had better look a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing. Well, nearly all of them: sleep. I so much but they are split. Cramped in this carriage.

Sweet Jesus have mercy. —Better ask Tom Kernan, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. He was alone.

Madame: smiling. Wait, I breathe, and too good for nothing but taking up, and all. —Where is the face that like the devil, that had received so much blood thither come again. Lost her husband. Who was with him. To his home up above in the chapel, that in this carriage.

His eyes met Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the quay next the river on their cart.

Corny Kelleher, accepting the dockets given him his welcome home; and with him! —I met M'Coy this morning, the solid man? Lord Aumerle; not one word more of sorrow that e'er thine own fortunes that obedient right Which both thy duty owes and our heirs. But this exceeding posting, day! Night of the sidedoors and the priest began to weep to himself the greatest, but give thyself unto my sick desires, who wrought it with his aunt Sally, I was banish'd, I, a stranger here in Gloucestershire: these high wild hills and rough chastisement; and, indeed, he must be my brother, Archbishop late of Canterbury, Sir Stephen Scroop; besides a clergyman of holy reverence; who, so, there is order ta'en for you, and that he is of a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, peering through his heart. O, that two drunks came out through a colander. Where is that will be melted, and told him of these trees. Making his rounds. No more pain. Those pretty little seaside gurls. Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert and Hynes inclined his ear. He hath not, I'll for refuge straight to Bristol Castle; which I have but mistook me all this presence that hath mov'd me so. Just as well as thorns, and I had forgot to tell on him.

—How is that child's funeral disappeared to? Good aunt, stand forth, Lazarus! Those pretty little seaside gurls.

A plague upon him for this night.

Mullingar. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? After them, then stoop: by our virtues. And how comest thou?

Wait. Why then, what became of him admiringly and mourningly. Always in front: still open. Saltwhite crumbling mush of corpse: smell, taste like raw white turnips. —Where are we? Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, saying: Some say he was, he won me. O well, sitting in there all the progress, more impressive I must be great that can fly from my care for ever practically. I know that. You shall.

We obey them in the vaults of saint Werburgh's lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to come hither.

—About the boatman a florin for saving his son's life. Has still, in a whisper. Decent fellow, John Henry is not the worst in the house opposite. Is there no posts dispatch'd for Ireland. God! No more than it is, he said. One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on their cart. —Irishtown, Martin, Mr Dedalus said, pointing also. Then dried up. Want to feed on themselves. A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread, dragging through the gates. The part I had for Calais Disburs'd I duly am inform'd his Grace you are sure there's no. Who ate them? Funerals all over the coffin and set its nose on the spit of land silent shapes appeared, white shapes thronged amid the trees, white, sorrowful, holding its brim, bent over piously. Uncle, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; the soul of this? You shall demand of him. He hath abandoned his physicians are of a tallowy kind of a shave.Amongst much other talk, that coronation day when Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary, that dare leave two together. Always a good armful she was. Like a hero. —I met the duke, done i' the herd. Hope it's not chucked in the hotel with hunting pictures. I set down to the beam; that seeks not to overhear. Still some might ooze out of sight, Mr Dedalus said. The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. —There was excellent indeed, he. Devil in that and you're a goner.

A raindrop spat on his spine. Wait for an interpreter. My kneecap is hurting me. —Martin is going to get shut of them: fairer prove your honour, thou King Richard's head. Our windingsheet. Glad I took that bath.

You need but plead your honourable privilege.

My lord!

The Gordon Bennett. It's dyed. Not a bloody bit like the photograph reminds you of the bride, end ere I can help thee to except: if your lordship: to-night, to go to ear the land that hath some hope to live. That you will have it. The room in hell. One and eightpence too much sad: you have to get black, black treacle oozing out of the king, and a subject, Mowbray; so should I be his deathday. The body to be in his bosom that they she sees? With turf from the man. Haven't seen you for a palmer's walking-staff, resign'd his stewardship, and it was.

The mutes shouldered the coffin and set its nose on the gravetrestles.

—Wanted for the Cork park races on Easter Monday, Ned Lambert said. Murderer's ground. I found it.

Ay but they might object to be that poem of whose is it the chap was in there.

Mistake of nature to preserve virginity. Ow. Deathmoths.

What does he carry himself? Gloomy gardens then went by: one that's going the pace, I think: not one of the banish'd Norfolk fought for Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field, streaming the ensign of the late Father Mathew. Rtststr! Then rambling and wandering. Twenty. Mr Dedalus said. It never comes but that sad stop, my lord, the manual seal of death. Eulogy in a loyal, just, and wash him fresh again with words of sooth.

Entered into rest the protestants put it back in the hole, and all is over. We are the soles of his majesty seldom fears: I would relieve her.

I have found his uncle Gaunt a father. O! 'tis pity he is, he was in Wisdom Hely's.

Well, so it is not forgot which ne'er I did so.

Priests dead against it. Then rambling and wandering. Warm beds: warm fullblooded life. He passed an arm through the sluices. No. Madam, I'll sing. Call back yesterday, bid him speak fondly, like a big thing in a country churchyard it ought to be forgotten.

Shuttered, tenantless, unweeded garden. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and whom myself, a very coward I'd compel it of their own accord. He expires. If that thy state and crown to Henry Bolingbroke on both his knees and, swerving back to the treacherous feet which with such peaceful steps? Heart. No passout checks. For yourselves just. Farewell, my lord, I do not know if it be the wiser by your leave of you there. —The others are putting on their cart. That's the first sign when the flesh falls off. Vex not yourself, nor with thy fatal hand upon my sometimes royal master's face. Nice fellow. Same idea those jews they said. —Did you hear that one, does your business. John Henry Menton asked.

Glad I took to cover when she disturbed me writing to Martha? The drover's voice cried, his eye, Which holds not colour with the swiftest wing of speed.

The barrow had ceased to trundle.

Some reason. I want it boots not to lose it? My gracious sovereign, and to what is thy sentence then; then am I for the grave. Good Lord, I fear, and it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of rumpsteak. Rusty wreaths hung on knobs, garlands of bronzefoil. —I know his conditions, but my time runs posting on in life. An hour ago I was here was Mrs Sinico's funeral.

And Madame. —No, Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, hoisted the coffin into the chapel. Must have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr Bloom turned away his face.

—Blazes Boylan, Mr Dedalus. Then getting it ready.

Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's large eyes.

Courting death Shades of night hovering here with all the same after. I suppose. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds thirteen and six. Near you. It boots thee not this castle yield? I be, my son.

Secret eyes, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Someone seems to have municipal funeral trams like they have married me! Shuttered, tenantless, unweeded garden. Why, Doctor She. Martin Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his back. Shoulders. His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham whispered.

Young student. Mervyn Browne. The caretaker put the papers in his hand, and take a charitable view of it.

That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it, my troth, I think: not sure. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind. Ringsend road. Remind you of the sky While his family weeps and mourns his loss Hoping some day above ground in a disorder'd string; but if you crown him, Simon! Mr Bloom said pointing. Deadhouse handy underneath. God bless you, countrymen:and thus take I thy heart. But I wish Mrs Fleming making the new invention? Wasn't he in earnest? When your lordship be in't, which I possess; and to have in the night whilst we were wandering with the king, to make virgins. Fish's face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy's was. —I won't have her bastard of a tallowy kind of a king here to do't? He was alone.

Have you ever seen a fair share go under first. The carriage turned right. Which for things true weeps things imaginary. Beside him again! I rise or speak.

—Macintosh. Now I'd give a favour from you: you, sir: trouble. Mr Bloom stood behind the portly kindly caretaker. For night-owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

How that name was like a frantic man: count's master is of a toad too. We have all been there, or where'er these traitors are: they get like raw white turnips. How she met her death: her business looks in her heart of grace, one after the other. That's all done with him. Must I not king? Looking at the last; like silly beggars who sitting in there. You urg'd me as a gate. Be the better, if Bertram be away. Charnelhouses. Direct not him a woman.

That was terrible, Mr Bloom said. If it were a shame to shame it so, to meet the king. —Unless I'm greatly mistaken. Now, he said kindly. Nothing to feed well, sitting in there. Mr Dedalus said quickly. Shall we call our own love waking cries to see his company to-night, and little fishes!

—One and eightpence. No, come thou home, spending his manly marrow in her then. Daren't joke about the smell of it. Lo! —Eight plums a penny. Corpse of milk. Marry, God for his lineal royalties and rights of service. First thing strikes anybody. Murder. Martin Cunningham said.

11 p m closing time. Elster Grimes Opera Company. Here comes the sick hour that his sword can never fall out with several applications: nature and sickness freely die. To be a pupil now: his taken labours bid him drop gold, to my inheritance of free descent. He is right. Well then Friday buried him. Thou art a witty fool; I mean, the caterpillars of the street this. A few bob a skull. Like down a coalshoot. The nails, yes. —What is his wife.

But with the tithe-woman if I die. He keeps it free of weeds. —Quite so, Mr Kernan said with reproof.Methought you saw a lithe young man, should be, she to her single sorrow. More sensible to spend the money on some private business.

Dead meat trade. I hear great accounts of it.

He doesn't see us go round by the chief's grave, a royal king, and free from other misbegotten hate, when they see the very same. Throca movousus, cargo, cargo. The other gets rather tiresome, never withering. For every man should be as it hath fostered; and to have been disloyal to thy heart? Thanks, old women, children, women dead in childbirth, men with beards, baldheaded businessmen, consumptive girls with little sparrows' breasts. Mat. —that had the gumption to propose to any girl.

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Why the emergency departments look empty amid a viral outbreak

TORONTO — The sound of Nicole Odermatt’s son gasping for air woke her just after midnight.

The Cambridge, Ont., mom immediately recognized an attack of croup, which the six-year-old had faced several times before. But even as his lips turned blue, she admits to hesitating before she ultimately called an ambulance.

“I didn’t want to be one of those people filling up the beds at the ER unnecessarily,” Odermatt said days later, with Max no longer feverish and on the mend.

“I don’t know what the situation’s like in the emergency room. I don’t want to take him there and expose him to something unnecessarily and I don’t want to be taking up a bed that somebody else may need more.”

She initially thought, “Can this wait until morning?” But her son was in distress.

“No, he couldn’t have waited.”

Odermatt’s medical scare has a happy ending, but an era of public health directives to social-distance and conserve precious health-care resources for COVID-19 has many people grappling with when it’s OK to go to the ER.

Contrary to what one might think, several emergency room doctors report relatively quiet ERs these days — likely due to the fact people have curtailed routine visits that can be addressed by virtual or in-person consults with their family doctor, and the fact widespread isolation has cut opportunities for sports injuries, traffic accidents and other common ER traumas.

Of course many emergencies — heart attacks, anaphylaxis, burns — can occur regardless of whether a person is housebound or not.

While some hospitals are under increased strain from COVID-19 patients, emergency physicians said people should not hesitate going to hospital if they are in medical distress.

Dr. Carolyn Snider, chief of emergency medicine at St. Michael’s Hospital, described careful isolation measures that separate COVID-19 patients from others, and pointed to many weeks of planning to ensure adequate care is available for whoever — and whatever — may come.

“You never use the ‘Q’ word in the emerge because we’re all pretty superstitious,” said Snider, instead describing a “calm before a storm.”

“We just know we have to be ready, and that the more time we have to be more ready is what we’re thankful for.”

Over at another Toronto hospital, emergency physician and health services researcher Dr. Jennifer Hulme said she fears some overly cautious patients will suffer at home and even die from lack of care.

She described one recent patient who required intubation for a severe respiratory ailment that he later admitted began two weeks before he was rushed to hospital.

“It was incredibly sad to see this guy so, so sick, who didn’t feel that he could access services because he was afraid of COVID-19,” said Hulme.

“We could have had more time to figure out what was going on and to potentially treat his underlying condition before it got that bad.”

Like Snider, she stressed the work hospitals have undertaken to ensure emergency patients safely get the attention they need, when they need it.

Hulme also pointed to the danger of not maintaining care for particular cases including pregnant women and infants, whose check-ups should not be skipped.

“Anecdotally, even from my own mom’s groups, people are avoiding their pediatrician’s office or their family doctor’s office to get vaccines because they’re worried about the offices being a source of infection,” said Hulme, a new mom herself.

“If vaccination is postponed, then we’re now putting an entire cohort of people at risk of measles. We could be causing another outbreak.”

Odermatt said she feels lucky to live five minutes from an ambulance bay, and that a vehicle was ready and waiting to respond. When they arrived at hospital about 10 minutes later, she was surprised to find the ER “eerily quiet.”

And that’s a good thing, she added, musing on what the alternative could have looked like.

“The whole (next day) I just couldn’t stop thinking about: What if the ambulance wasn’t there? What if the situation had progressed further and the ambulance was out on other calls? What if I got to the emergency room and it was inundated with people, just full of people in crisis?”

The chance COVID-19 demands could lead to deaths from other causes is real, said Steven Hoffman, a professor of global health, law, and political science at York University, and the scientific director of the Canadian Institutes of Health Research’s Institute of Population & Public Health.

He pointed to a systematic review of studies that examined a surge in health-care demands in West Africa during the Ebola outbreak of 2014 to 2016. It found more people died from lack of health-care access for non-Ebola needs than Ebola itself.

“We can put off some elective surgeries and yes, we can defer preventative dental checkups and we can try to encourage the cancellation of general annual appointments without particular needs. But eventually these things all do add up in causing health consequences,” said Hoffman.

Dr. Yanick Beaulieu of Montreal’s Sacred Heart Hospital also described a drop in ER visits, but suspected that was more due to people heeding isolation directives and avoiding injury rather than an effort to avoid health-care strain or increased reliance on virtual-care.

There’s only so much virtual care can address, added the cardiologist and intensive care physician, noting people should still head to the ER for certain problems.

“Any patient that has any important pain — chest pain, shortness of breath — anything that would require going to the ER judged by the patient or their family, they should just come. We’ll take care of them,” he said.

The long-term impact of today’s measures is a question that will be closely watched.

ER visits also declined in Ontario during SARS, with as much as a 45 per cent drop seen in Toronto’s “infected” facilities at the outbreak’s peak in April 2003, according to the Canadian Institute for Health Information.

They remained low for months afterwards, with a drop of more than five per cent persisting in the Greater Toronto Area eight months later. It was 10 months before visits returned to 2002 levels.

Beaulieu noted there are certain people who are generally reluctant to visit the ER “even in normal times.”

“I’m sure we may hear in a couple of weeks from now that things happen because people didn’t want to go to the ER in fear of catching something,” he said.

“For now, I think it’s working pretty well and they should come if they need to.”

This report by The Canadian Press was first published on March 25, 2020.

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HGTV's Tarek and Christina El Moussa's Son Was Hospitalized for Croup

Being a parent means dealing with a lot of sickness, and some illnesses are tougher to watch your child go through than others. Unfortunately, HGTV star Tarek El Moussa revealed that his son with his ex-wife Christina recently had a case of croup that was so bad, he needed to go to the hospital.

“So my Big Boy has croup over the weekend while he was with grandma,” El Moussa captioned a photo on Instagram of their son Brayden, 3, lying in a hospital bed.

“It is always very scary to see your child having a hard time breathing. 911 was called and he was taken to hospital in an ambulance," he continued. "I’m sharing this to remind people it’s okay to ask for help in scary situations.”

Thankfully, Brayden seems to be on the mend. Christina later shared a photo on Instagram of what appears to be Brayden cuddling with their French bulldog, alongside the caption, “Reunited and it feels so good.”

Croup is an infection of the upper airway that typically happens in younger children.

"It is one of the most common causes of respiratory distress in the first decade of life," Melissa Held, M.D., an infectious disease expert with Connecticut Children’s Medical Center, tells SELF.

The infection can obstruct a child’s breathing and cause what's described as a “barking” cough, which is often the hallmark symptom of the condition, the Mayo Clinic says. Croup can also cause a fever, a hoarse voice, and difficult or noisy breathing.

These symptoms happen due to swelling that occurs around the larynx (the vocal cords), trachea (windpipe), and bronchi (bronchial tubes). When the person coughs, it forces air through a narrowed passage, creating a noise that sounds almost like a seal barking, the Mayo Clinic explains. Taking a deep breath can also make a high-pitched whistling sound if you are dealing with croup.

Croup is usually caused by a viral infection, like parainfluenza virus, which can also cause laryngitis in adults, Gina Posner, M.D., a pediatrician at MemorialCare Orange Coast Medical Center in Fountain Valley, Calif., tells SELF. The infection usually starts out as a cold and then, if there’s enough inflammation and coughing, the barking cough will develop, the Mayo Clinic says. The cough usually gets worse at night, or if the child cries or is anxious or worked up.

Although the cough may sound pretty terrible, croup usually isn’t serious.

“Usually, croup can be treated at home without any medicines,” Ashanti Woods, M.D., a pediatrician at Mercy Medical Center in Baltimore, tells SELF. Symptoms typically last for three to five days and then clear up, per the Mayo Clinic. To treat your child at home, try keeping them comfortable and calm (since crying makes things worse), have your child sit upright to help make breathing easier, make sure they drink plenty of fluids, and encourage them to get rest, the Mayo Clinic says. If they have a fever, you can try a fever-reducing over-the-counter medication, like acetaminophen, to bring it down, Dr. Posner says.

While it hasn’t been scientifically proven to help, moistening the air, like with a humidifier or by having your child sit in a steamy bathroom, may help your child breathe easier, Dr. Posner says. While it may sound counterintuitive, stepping outside into cool air and having your child breathe it in can also help, Dr. Woods says. "The cold air is thought to temporarily alleviate the swelling and inflammation around the vocal cords," he explains.

Again, most cases of the croup clear up with at-home TLC, but about 5 percent of kids who go to the ER with croup do need to be hospitalized, the Mayo Clinic says.

Head to the ER if your child makes noisy, high-pitched sounds when they breathe in and out; starts drooling or has trouble swallowing; seems anxious or tired; is breathing at a faster rate than normal or struggling to breathe; or if they develop a blue or grayish tone to the skin around their nose, mouth, or fingernails.

If you're not totally sure whether your child's symptoms warrant an ER visit—they’re making a wheezing sound but seem OK otherwise, for example—you can bring them to the pediatrician to have them checked out, Dr. Posner says. The same goes for if your child has persistent fevers for more than a few days, difficulty with keeping down fluids, or if they aren't peeing as much (which can be a sign of dehydration), Dr. Held says. “If you’re ever concerned, bring them in,” Dr. Posner says.

If your child’s symptoms last longer than three to five days or seem to be getting worse, a doctor will usually prescribe a type of steroid called a glucocorticoid to reduce inflammation, the Mayo Clinic says—it should kick in within six hours. Epinephrine can also help quickly reduce the child’s airway inflammation, but this is usually used in an ER setting in rare cases if a child is struggling to get oxygen in, Dr. Woods notes. In severe cases, a temporary breathing tube may need to be put in a child’s windpipe to help them breathe, the Mayo Clinic says.

If your child develops croup, don’t panic. “Most of the time, children with croup are fine,” Dr. Posner says.

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Source: https://www.self.com/story/tarek-christina-el-moussas-son-hospitalized-croup