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Monday, January 3rd, 2011
11:58 am	@@@@@Now!” “Of course, sir “Johnny?” “David, @@@@@Now!” “Of course, sir “Johnny?” “David, where are you?” “That doesn’t matterTake the kids and MrsCooper and get out!” “We know all about it, DaveAlex Conklin called several hours ago and said somebody named Holland would reach usI gather he’s the chief honcho of your intelligence serviceDid he?” “Yeah, about twenty minutes after I talked to AlexHe told us we were being choppered out around two o’clock this afternoonHe needed the time to clear a military aircraft in here Cooper was my idea; your backward son says he doesn’t know how to change diapers, sport David, what the hell is going on? Where’s Marie?” “She’s all right—I’ll explain everything laterJust do as Holland saysDid he say where you were being taken?” “He didn’t want to, I’ll tell you thatBut no fucking American’s going to order me and your kids around—my Canadian sister’s kids—and I told him that in a seven spade flush “That’s nice, JohnnyMake friends with the director of the CIA “I don’t give a shit on that scoreIn my country we figure those initials mean Caught In the Act, and I told him so!” “That’s even nicerWhat did he say?” “He said we were going to a safe house in Virginia, and I said mine’s pretty goddamned safe right here and we had a restaurant and room service and a beach and ten guards who could shoot his balls off at two hundred yards “You’re full of tactAnd what did he say to that?” Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 302 “Actually, he laughedThen he explained that his place had twenty guards who could take out one of my balls at four hundred yards, along with a kitchen and room service and television for the kids that I couldn’t match “That’s pretty persuasive “Well, he said something else that was even more persuasive that I really couldn’t matchHe told me there was no public access to the place, that it was an old estate in Fairfax turned over to the government by a rich ambassador who had more money than Ottawa, with its own airfield and an entrance road four miles from the highw (Comment on this)
5:47 am	@@@@@With one wave they said the fruitWith the @@@@@With one wave they said the fruitWith the next they said the gunBack and forth like thatThe fruit, the gun, the gun, the fruitAnd if you want to draw me, sure "How much of my mind can you read, Wireman?" "Not much," he said"You caught a break there, muchacho "Could you still read it if we were off Duma Key? If we were in a Tampa coffee shop, for instance?" "Oh, I might get a tickle"Especially after spending over a year here, soaking up the 302 "Will you go to the gallery with me? The Scoto?" "Amigo, I wouldn't miss it for all the tea in China iv That night a squall blew in off the water and it rained hard for two hoursLightning flashed and waves pounded the pilings under the houseBig Pink groaned but stood firmI discovered an interesting thing: when the Gulf got a little crazy and those waves really poured in, the shells shut upThe waves lifted them too high for conversation I went upstairs at the boom-and-flash height of the festivities, and - feeling a little like Dr Frankenstein animating his monster in the castle tower - drew Wireman, using a plain old Venus Black pencilUntil the very end, that wasThen I used red and orange for the fruit in the bowlIn the background I sketched a doorway, and in the doorway I put Reba, standing there and watchingI supposed Kamen would have said Reba was my representative in the world of the pictureMaybe 303 sí, maybe noThe last thing I did was pick up the Venus Sky to color in her stupid eyesAnother Freemantle masterpiece is born I sat looking at it while the diminishing thunder rolled away and the lightning flashed a few goodbye stutters over the Gu (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 2nd, 2011
11:58 am	@@@@@The woman from the daycare called @@@@@The woman from the daycare called both Julia's office and mineShe was babbling-crazy, insaneJulia went tearing out of Work Fair, got into her car, drove like hellThree blocks from the hospital she had a head-on collision with an Omaha Public Works truckShe was killed instantly By then our daughter had probably already been dead for twenty minutesThat Mary medallion you held for me 414 He fell silent, and the silence spun outI didn't fill it; there's nothing to say to a story like thatEventually he resumed "Just another version of the PowerballFive numbers, plus that all-important Bonus Number Click, click, click, click, clickAnd then clack for good measureDid I think such a thing could happen to me? No, muchacho, never in my wildest, and God punishes us for what we can't imagineMy mother and dad begged me to go see a psychiatrist, and for a little while - eight months after the funerals - I did indeed goI was tired of floating through the world like a balloon tethered three feet over my own head "I know the feeling," I saidWe checked into hell on different shifts, you and meAnd out again, I suppose, although my heels are still smokingHow about yours?" "Yeahnice man, but I couldn't talk to himWith him I was inarticulateWith him I found myself grinning a lotI kept expecting a cute chick in a bathing suit to trot out my big 415 cardboard che (Comment on this)
5:47 am	@@@@@ A blue light approached, bouncing as the @@@@@ A blue light approached, bouncing as the carrier ranThen Jamie bounded into view I was trying to compose myself to greet him, assuming he would be joyful and not wanting to upset himBut Jamie was already upsetHis face was white and tense, his eyes rimmed in red His dirty cheeks had rivulets through the dust there, tracks made by tears “Jamie?” Jared and I said together, dropping our boxes to the floor Jamie ran straight for me and threw his arms around my waist “Oh, Wanda! Oh, Jared!” he sobbed“Wes is dead! He'sdead! The Seeker killed him!” CHAPTER 49 Interrogated Ikilled Wes My hands, scratched and bruised and painted with purple dust in the course of the frantic unloading, might as well have been painted red with his blood Wes was dead, and it was as much my fault as if I'd pulled the trigger myself All of us but five were gathered in the kitchen now that the truck was unloaded, eating some of the perishables we'd picked up on the final shopping trip–cheese and fresh bread with milk–and listening to Jeb and Doc as they explained everything to Jared, Ian, and Kyle I sat a little space away from the others, my head in my hands, too numb with grief and guilt to ask questions the way they didHe patted my back now and then Wes was already buried in the dark grotto beside WalterHe had died four days ago, the night that Jared and Ian and I had sat watching the family in the parkI would never see my friend again, never hear his voice… Tears splashed on the stone beneath me, and Jamie's pats increased in tempo Andy and Paige were not here They'd driven the truck and the van back to their hiding placesThey would take the jeep from there to its usual rough garage, and then they'd have to walk the rest of the way homeThey would be back before sunrise “She's not… doing so well,” Jamie had murmured when he'd caught me scanning the room for herI didn't want to know any moreI could imagine well enough (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 1st, 2011
12:06 pm	prada messenger,watch omega,rolex watches... prada messenger,watch omega,rolex watches women,kelly hermes,wallet chanel@@@@@ Lacey was just as loud as the Seeker–and still a complainer “You'll have to forgive me for going on and on,” she insisted, allowing us no other options “I've been shouting away in there for years and never getting to speak for myselfI've got a lot to say all stored upI could almost make myself glad that I was prada messenger leaving In answer to my earlier question to myself, no, the face was not less repugnant with a different awareness behind itBecause the awareness was not so very different, in the end “That's why we don't like you,” she told me that first night, making no change from the present tense or the plural pronoun“When she realized watch omega that you were hearing Melanie just the way she was hearing me, it made her frightenedShe thought you might guessI was her deep, dark secret“She couldn't make me shut upThat's why she became a Seeker, because she was hoping to figure out some way to better deal with resistant hostsAnd then she requested being rolex watches women assigned to you, so she could watch how you did itShe was jealous of you; isn't that pathetic? She wanted to be strong like youIt gave us a real kick when we thought Melanie had wonI guess that didn't happen, thoughSo why did you come here? Why are you helping the rebels?” I explained, unwillingly, that Melanie and I were kelly hermes friendsShe didn't like that “She's a good person “But why does she likeyou? ” Same reason “She says, for the same reason“Got her brainwashed, huh?” Wow, she's worse than the first one can see why the Seeker was so obnoxiousCan you imagine having that in your head all the time? I wasn't the only thing Lacey objected wallet chanel (Comment on this)
5:48 am	@@@@@I got to get out of hereHow long they gonna @@@@@I got to get out of hereHow long they gonna keep me without even looking at me or paying any attention? They gotta move me outa here soon or I'll really flip my lidThe stupidity of the Army amused himThey're gonna lose a soldier that way, just 'cause they don't give him any care He fell asleep, and was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of voices and the noise of orderlies moving patients into the tentOccasionally he could see the red skeletal outline of a hand covering a flashlight, and once or twice a midgeon of light cast an eerie shadow across a patient's faceWhat's going on? Minetta wonderedHe could hear a man groaning, and the sound formed goose flesh on his scalpThe doctor came in, and talked for a little while with one of the orderlies"Watch the drain on that thoracic, and give him a hypo, twice the usual amount, if he's too restless That's all they know, Minetta thought, hypo, hypo, I could be a sawbones myselfHe was watching the scene through half-opened eyes, and he listened cautiously to the conversation between the two patients whose heads were bandagedIt was the first time he had heard them speak"Hey, orderly," one of them was asking, "what's up?" The orderly came over to them, and talked for a little while"I hear there was a lot of patrolling today, and these guys just came from Battalion Aid "You know if E Company was in it?" "Ask the General," the medic said "I'm glad I wasn't in it," one of the patients muttered "You ain't just a bird-turding, Jack," the orderly said Minetta turned overWhat a way to get waked up, he thoughtThere was a patient at the far end of the tent who was weeping with loud thick sounds that seemed to writhe out of his chest and throatMinetta closed his eyesWhat a setup, he thought disgustedlyHis annoyance was suppressing a great deal of fear; he had become conscious suddenly of the thrumming of the jungle night outside the tent, and he had the childish horror that comes from waking suddenly in the darknessWith the exception of the minor exertions that had been required to use the bed pan under the cot and to eat the food that had been set before him, he had been completely inactive for two and a half days, and it made him extremely rest (Comment on this)
Friday, December 31st, 2010
12:06 pm	@@@@@Their fatigues were old, faded to a pale @@@@@Their fatigues were old, faded to a pale green, and the boat walls had rusted brownThere was no color, no movement in anything but the flesh of their facesHearn threw his cigarette away On his left was the island, not more than half a mile across the waterThe beach was narrow at this point and the coconut trees grew almost to the water's edge; behind them grew the brush, a dense tangle of roots and vines and plants, of trees and foliageInland there were hills, set heavily on the earth, their ridge-lines lost in the forests that covered themTheir lines were ugly, broken and scraggly, with bald patches of rock like the hide of a bison when it is shedding in summerHearn felt the weight and resistance of that landIf the terrain was similar at the place where they landed tomorrow, it would be hell working through itAbruptly, the idea of the patrol seemed a little fantastic to him For a moment he became aware again of the steady grind of the assault craft's motorsCummings had sent him out on this, and therefore he could distrust the mission of the patrol, distrust Cummings's motives in initiating itIt seemed a little inconceivable that Cummings should have made the mistake of transferring him; certainly the General must have known that this was what he preferred Was it remotely possible that the decision to transfer him had come from Dalleson? Hearn doubted itWith ease he could imagine the scene in which Cummings had given the idea to DallesonAnd the patrol was quite likely an extension of the General's motives in assigning him to recon But that seemed a little extravagantHe had discovered the hatred Cummings was capable of bearing, but he could not imagine Cummings expending a platoon for a week in order to work out a minor vengeanceThere were other and easier ways; besides, Cummings was too much of a military craftsman to be wastefulConsciously, he must have considered the patrol as an effective maneuverWhat bothered Hearn was that the General might not be aware of his own motives Certainly, it seemed a little unbelievable that they could march for thirty or forty miles through unexplored jungle and hills, go through a mountain pass, scout the Japanese rear and return; the more carefully he considered it the more difficult it becameHe was inexperienced, of course, and the mission might actually be easier to accomplish than he estimated, but at best it was a doubtful business It softened the edge of his satisfaction at being given a platoonWhatever Cummings's reasons, there was no assignment Hearn preferred m (Comment on this)
5:55 am	@@@@@ A half hour later, Scarlett was readyShe @@@@@ A half hour later, Scarlett was readyShe took one final look in the tall pier glassThe deep blue watered silk of her gown shimmered in the lamp light and made her powdered bare shoulders and bosom look as pale as alabaster Her diamonds sparkled brilliantly, as did her green eyesBlack velvet ribbon in loops bordered the gown's train and a wide black velvet bow lined with paler blue silk sat atop the gown's bustle, emphasizing her tiny waistHer slippers were made of blue velvet with black laces, and narrow black velvet ribbon was tied around her throat and each wristWhite camellias tied with black velvet bows were pinned to her shoulders and filled a silver-lace bouquet holderShe had never looked lovelier, and she recognized it Excitement made her cheeks rosy with natural colorScarlett's first ball in Charleston was full of surprisesAlmost nothing was the way she expected it to beFirst she was told that she'd have to wear her boots, not her dancing slippersThey were going to walk to the Ball She would have ordered a hackney if she'd known that, she couldn't believe that Rhett hadn't done itIt didn't help that Pansy was supposed to carry her slippers in a Charleston contraption called a "slipper bag" because she didn't have a slipper bag, and it took Miss Eleanor's maid fifteen minutes to find a basket to use insteadWhy hadn't anyone told her she needed one of the miserable things? "We didn't think of it," Rosemary said"Everybody has slipper bags Everybody in Charleston maybe, thought Scarlett, but not in Atlanta People don't walk to balls there, they rideHer happy anticipation of her first Charleston ball began to change to uneasy apprehension What else was going to be different? Everything, she discovered Charleston had developed formalities and rituals in the long years of its history that were unknown in the vigorous semi-frontier world of North GeorgiaWhen the fall of the Confederacy cut off the lavish wealth that had allowed the formality to develop, the rituals survived, the only thing that remained of the past, cherished and unchangeable for that reasonThere was a receiving line inside the door of the ballroom at the top of the Wentworth houseEveryone had to line up on the stairs, waiting to enter the room one by one and then shake hands and murmur something to Minnie Wentworth, then to her husband, their son, their son's wife, their daughter's husband, their married daughter, their unmarried daughter (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 30th, 2010
11:58 am	@@@@@I was just thrown off by being called Mrs I @@@@@I was just thrown off by being called Mrs I married again, you see, and I've been MrsButler for years and yearsMy husband's a Charlestonian, that's why I'm here And I must say hearing your good Georgia talk makes me mighty homesick What brings you here?" Horses, Forrest explainedAfter four years in the cavalry, there was nothing about horses that he didn't know When the War was over he'd saved the money he made as a laborer and started buying horses"Now I've got a fine breeding and boarding businessI've brought the prize of the stable to race for the prize moneyButler, it was a happy day when the news got to me that the Charleston Race Course was open again There's nothing else like it any place in the South Scarlett had to pretend to listen to more horse talk while he accompanied her to the booth set up for taking bets, then escorted her back to the stands Scarlett said goodbye to him with a feeling of escapeThe stands were very nearly full, but she had no trouble finding her placeThe green and white striped parasols were a beaconScarlett waved hers at Rhett, then began to climb the risersEleanor Butler returned her salute Rosemary looked away Rhett seated Scarlett between Rosemary and his motherShe was barely settled when she felt Eleanor Butler stiffenMiddleton Courtney and his wife, Edith, were taking seats in the same row not far awayThe Courtneys nodded and smiled a friendly greetingThe Butlers returned tThen Middleton began to point out the starting gate and finish line to his wif (Comment on this)
5:47 am	@@@@@ “If you think I’m going to give him @@@@@ “If you think I’m going to give him everything, including the name of Medusa’s law firm on Wall Street, you’re out of your fucking mindIt’s our keystone!” “For God’s sake, go back into the navy, Admiral,” said the deputy director, his voice level, again cold, without emphasis“If you think that’s what I’m suggesting, you haven’t learned very much in that chair “Hey, come on, smart ass, that’s pretty close to insubordination “Of course it is, because I’m insubordinate—but this isn’t the navyYou can’t keelhaul me, or hang me from the yardarm, or withhold my ration of rumAll you can do is fire me, and if you do, a lot of people will wonder why, which wouldn’t do the Agency any goodBut that’s not necessary “What the hell are you talking about, Charlie?” “Well, to begin with, I’m not talking about that law firm in New York because you’re right, it is our keystone, and Alex with his infinite imagination would probe and threaten to the point where the shredding begins and our paper trail here and abroad ends “I had something like that in mind—” “Then again you were right,” interrupted Casset, nodding“So we keep Alex away from our keystone, as far away from us as possible, but we give him our markerSomething tangible he can plug into, knowing its value“I don’t understand a word you’re saying “You would if you knew Conklin betterHe knows now that there’s a connection between Medusa and the JackalWhat did you call it? A self-fulfilling prophecy?” “I said the strategy was so perfect it was inevitable and therefore self-fulfillingDeSole was the unexpected catalyst who moved everything ahead of schedule—him and whatever the hell happened down in MontserratWhat’s this marker of yours, this tangible item of value?” “The string, PeterKnowing what he knows, you can’t let Alex bounce around Europe like a loose cannon any more than you could give him the name of that law firm in New YorkWe need a pipeline to him so we have some idea what he’s up to—more than an idea, if we can manage it Someone like his friend Bernardine, only someone who can also be our friend “Where do we find such a person?” “I have a candidate—and I hope we’re not being taped “Count on it,” said Holland with a trace of anger“I don’t believe in that crap and this office is swept every morningWho’s the candidate?” Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 305 “A man at the Soviet embassy in Paris,” replied Casset calml (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 29th, 2010
11:58 am	@@@@@Come over here, Kruppie—just you for the @@@@@Come over here, Kruppie—just you for the moment, and stay away from the windowLook between the corner of the drapes The Soviet did as he was told, going to Conklin’s side and parting the fold of lace fabric from the wall“What do you see?” asked Alex, gesturing at a shabby, nondescript brown car below on the avenue Montaigne“Doesn’t do much for the neighborhood, does it?” Krupkin did not bother to replyInstead, he whipped the miniaturized radio from his pocket and pressed the transmitter button“Sergei, there’s a brown automobile roughly eighty meters down the street from the building’s entrance—” “We know, sir,” interrupted the aide“We’ve got it covered, and if you’ll notice, our backup is parked across the wayIt’s an old man who barely moves except to look out the window “Does he have a car telephone?” Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 338 “No, comrade, and should he leave the automobile he’ll be followed, so there can be no outside calls unless you direct otherwise “I shall not direct otherwise The Russian looked at Conklin“The old man,” he said “Bald head and all,” affirmed Alex“He’s not a fool; he’s done this before and knows he’s being watchedHe can’t leave for fear of missing something, and if he had a phone there’d be others down in the Montaigne “The Jackal,” said Bourne, stepping forward, then stopping, remembering Conklin’s order to stay away from the window “Now, do you understand?” asked Alex, addressing the question to Krupkin “Of course,” conceded the KGB official, smiling“It’s why you wanted an ostentatious limousine from our embassyAfter we leave, Carlos is told that a Soviet diplomatic vehicle was sent to pick us up, and for what other reason would we be here but to interrogate Madame Lavier? Naturally, in my well-advertised presence was a tall man who might or might not be Jason Bourne, and another shorter individual with a disabled leg—thus confirming that it was Jason Bourne Our unholy alliance is therefore established and observed, and again, naturally, during our harsh questioning of Madame Lavier, tempers flared and references were made to the Jackal’s informer in Dzerzhinsky Square “Which only I’d known about through my dealing with Santos at Le Coeur du Soldat,” said Jason quietly“So Dominique has a credible observer—an old man from Carlos’s army of old men—to back up the information she deliversI’ve got to say it, Saint Alex, that serpentine brain of yours hasn’t lost its cunni (Comment on this)
5:47 am	@@@@@ I called it Girl and Ship to begin with, @@@@@ I called it Girl and Ship to begin with, then Girl and Ship No1, although neither was its real name; its real name was Ilse and Ship NoIt was the Ship series even more than what happened to Candy Brown that decided me on whether or not to show my 389 workIf Nannuzzi wanted to do it, I'd go along Not because I was seeking what Shakespeare called "the bubble reputation" (I owe Wireman for that one), but because I came to understand that Elizabeth was right: it was better not to let work pile up on Duma Key The Ship paintings were goodThey certainly felt that way when I finished themThey were also bad, powerful medicineI think I knew that from the first one, executed during the small hours of Valentine's DayDuring the last night of Tina Garibaldi's life ii The dream wasn't exactly a nightmare, but it was vivid beyond my power to describe in words, although I captured some of the feeling on canvas In that dream and all the ones which followed, it was always sunsetVast red light filled the west, reaching high to heaven, where it faded first to orange, then to a weird greenThe Gulf was nearly dead calm, with only the smallest and glassiest of 390 rollers crossing its surface like respirationIn the reflected sunset glare, it looked like a huge socket filled with blood Silhouetted against that furnace light was a three-masted derelictThe ship's rotted sails hung limp with red fire glaring through the holes and ripsThere was no one alive on boardYou only had to look to know thatThere was a feeling of hollow menace about the thing, as though it had housed some plague that had burned through the crew, leaving only this rotting corpse of wood, hemp, and sailclothI remember feeling that if a gull or pelican flew over it, the bird would drop dead on the deck with its feathers smoking Floating about forty yards away was a small rowboatSitting in it was a girl, her back to me Her hair was red, but the hair was false - no live girl had tangled yarn hair like thatWhat gave away her identity was the dress she wore (Comment on this)
Monday, December 27th, 2010
11:58 am	@@@@@Mostly to make conversation, I asked him @@@@@Mostly to make conversation, I asked him who would be giving the lecture at the Selby Library Dario looked at me with one eyebrow cocked, as if I had made a joke"The one person in the world who is now conversant with your work," he said"I can't give a lecture! I don't know anything about art!" He swept his arm at the paintings, which Jack and two part-timers from the Scoto were going to crate and transport to Sarasota the following weekThey would remain crated, I assumed, in the storage area at the back of the gallery, until just before the show opened"These say different, my friend "Dario, these people know stuff! They've taken courses! I'll bet most of them were art majors, 508 for Christ's sake! What do you want me to do, stand up there and say duh?" "That's pretty much what Jackson Pollock did when he talked about his workAnd it made him rich Dario came over to me and took me by the stumpVery few people will touch the stump of a limb; it's as if they believe, down deep, that amputation might be catching"Listen, my friend, these are important peopleNot just because they have money, but because they're interested in new artists and each one knows three more who feel the sameAfter the lecture - your lecture - the talk will startThe kind of talk that almost always turns into that magical thing called 'buzz'" He paused, twiddling the strap of his camera and smiling a little "All you have to do is talk about how you began, and how you grew-" "Dario, I don't know how I grew!" "Then say thatSay anything! You're an artist, for God's sake!" I left it at thatThe threatened lecture still seemed distant to me, and I wanted him out of 509 thereI wanted to turn on The Bone, pull the cloth off the painting on the easel, and go back to work on Wireman Looks WestWant the dirty-ass truth? The painting was no longer about some hypothetical magic trickNow it was its own magic trickI had become very selfish about it, and anything that might come after - a promised interview with Mary Ire, the lecture, the show itself - seemed to be not ahead of me but somehow far above meThe way rain on the surface of the Gulf must seem to a fish During that first week of March, it was all about daylightNot sunset light but daylig (Comment on this)
5:47 am	@@@@@Would he betray them all before they could @@@@@Would he betray them all before they could even make use of the hope? Jared and Jeb wanted to put off the raid until we knew if Kyle was successful–it would take him three days under the best circumstances,if his Jodi still lived in OregonIf he could find her there There was another place, another cave we could evacuate toA much smaller place, with no water, so we couldn't hide there longThey'd debated whether they should move everyone now or wait But I was in a hurryI'd seen the way the others eyed the silver tank in my armsI'd heard the whispersThe longer I kept the Seeker here, the better chance that someone would kill her Having met Lacey, I'd begun to pity the SeekerShe deserved a mild, pleasant new life with the Flowers Ironically enough, Ian was the one who took my side and helped hurry the raid alongHe still didn't see where this would lead But I was grateful that he helped me convince Jared there was time to make the raid and get back before a decision was made about KyleGrateful also that he was back to playing bodyguardI knew I could trust Ian with the shiny cryotank more than anyone elseHe was the only one I would let hold it when I needed my armsHe was the only one who could see, in the shape of that small container, a life to be protectedHe could think of that shape as a friend, something that could be lovedHe was the best ally of allI was so grateful for Ian, and so grateful for the obliviousness that saved him, for the moment, from pain We had to be fast, in case Kyle ruined everythingWe went to Phoenix again, to one of the many communities that spun out from the hubThere was a big shuttle field to the southeast, in a town called Mesa, with several Healing facilities nearbyThat was what I wanted–I would give them as much as I could before I (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 26th, 2010
12:06 pm	@@@@@I had expected no more memories, no more @@@@@I had expected no more memories, no more thoughtsWhat end was this? The sun is setting–the colors are all rosy, and they make me think of my friend… what would her name be here? Something about… ruffles? Ruffles and more rufflesShe was a beautiful FlowerThe flowers here are so lifeless and boringThey smell wonderful, thoughSmells are the best part of this placeHas Cloud Spinner followed me again? I don't need a jacketIt's warm here–finally!–and I want to feel the air on my skinMaybe she'll think I can't hear and she'll go homeShe is so careful with me, but I'm almost grown nowShe can't mother me forever “Excuse me?” someone says, and I don't know the voice I turn to look at her, and I don't know the face, either The face in the memory jerked me back to myselfThat was my face! But I didn't remember this“I'm new in town and… I think I'm lost “Oh! Where are you trying to go? I'll take youOur car is just back –” “No, it's not farI was going for a walk, but now I can't find my way back to Becker Street She's a new neighbor–how nice “You're very close,” I tell her“It's just around the second corner up that way, but you can cut right through this little alley hereIt takes you straight there “Could you show me? I'm sorry, what's your name?” “Of course! Come with meI'm Petals Open to the Moon, but my family mostly calls me (Comment on this)
5:47 am	@@@@@ If he were ever successful with thisFor an @@@@@ If he were ever successful with thisFor an instant he allowed himself to dwell on the kudos such a victory would be worthHe turned out the lantern and rested on his cot, looking again into the darknessSomewhere in the distance artillery was firing He knew he would not fall asleep again before morningOnce he could feel his shin throbbing again, and he laughed out loud, almost startled by the sound of his voice in the empty tent and the nightThis had not been casualIt was a process which had developed in his mind along subterranean routes, directed, coming to fruition when it was necessarySome of his actions toward Hearn were fitting together nowYou could always find a pattern if you looked for it "Still, I'm serious about this patrol Or was he? It seemed both brilliant and impractical at the same instant, and the confusion, the complexity of his attitudes toward it left him excited and troubled, close to laughter againThis patrol was a good auguryHe had been barren of ideas for too long, and he had a certainty now that there would be many others to follow in the next weekWhatever strait-jacket there had been about his movements lately would be sloughed offas he had sloughed off HearnIn the final analysis there was only necessity and one's own reactions to it The Time Machine: GENERAL CUMMINGS A PECULIARLY AMERICAN STATEMENT At first glance he did not look unlike other general officersA little over medium height, well fleshed, with a rather handsome suntanned face and graying hair, but there were differencesHis expression when he smiled was very close to the ruddy complacent and hard appearance of any number of American senators and businessmen, but the tough good-guy aura never quite remainedThere was a certain vacancy in his facethere was the appearance and yet it was not thereHearn always felt as if the smiling face were numb The town has existed for a long time in this part of the Midwest, more than seventy years by 1910, but it has not been a city very long"Why, not so long ago," they will say, "I can remember when this here town was nothin' much more than a post office and the school house, the Old Presbyterian church and the Main Hot (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 25th, 2010
12:06 pm	@@@@@ "Ain't no other way to do it far as I @@@@@ "Ain't no other way to do it far as I see," Croft saidHearn was right, which annoyed him slightly"It's gonna take a lot more time than you figure, Lootenant Croft made him the least bit uneasyHe knew a lot, that was obvious, but you would have to ask him before he supplied any answersHearn flicked the map with his fingersAlready, he could feel the sand warming under his feet"It's only two miles through the jungle Croft nodded dourly"You can't trust an aerial mapThat little ol' stream might take us where we want to go, but you can't depend on it He spat into the sand"Only damn thing to do is start out, and see jus' what happens "That's right," Hearn said, making his voice sharp Croft looked at the men"Okay, troopers, let's get goin' The men slung their packs again and wiggled their arms to settle the burden and ease the bite of the pack straps across their shouldersIn a minute or two they formed a straggling column and began to shuffle through the sandWhen they reached the mouth of the stream, Hearn halted them"Give them an idea of what we're doin'," he said to Croft Croft shrugged, then spoke for a minute"We're gonna head up this here river far as we can go, and you might just as well expect to get your asses wetSo if y'got any bitching to do, you might as well do it now He hitched his pack a little higher on his shoulders"They ain't supposed to be any Japs down this far, but that don' mean you're to walk like a bunch of goddam sheep looking at the groun (Comment on this)
5:56 am	@@@@@ "I am "Then you're a fool Scarlett's jaw @@@@@ "I am "Then you're a fool Scarlett's jaw droppedThe whiplash in Rosemary's voice shocked her more than the insultWhy, she sounds just like Julia AshleyA half hour with that old she-dragon and Rosemary's turned into a monsterShe turned hurriedly to the window againIt was beginning to get darkWhat was happening? She couldn't see a thingOnly dark shapes on the dark groundWas Rhett one of them? She couldn't tellShe put her ear against the windowpane and strained to hearThe only sound was a muffled whimpering from PansyIf I don't do something I'll go mad, she thought, and she began to pace back and forth across the small room"Why does a big plantation like this have such cramped little bedrooms?" she complained"You could fit two rooms like this into any one of the rooms atTara "Do you really want to know? Then sit downThere's a rocker over by the other windowYou can rock instead of walking I'll light the lamp and I'll tell you all about Dunmore Landing if you'd like to hear "I can't bear to sit still! I'm going down there and find out what's going on Scarlett groped in the darkness for the doorknob"If you do, he'll never forgive you," said RosemaryScarlett's hand fell to her sideThe match striking was as loud as a pistol shotScarlett felt the nerves jump under her (Comment on this)
Friday, December 24th, 2010
11:58 am	@@@@@She saw again the daydreams she'd invented @@@@@She saw again the daydreams she'd invented when she visited Julia Ashley's plantationHow could Carreen have thrown away her share the way she had? Scarlett's head snapped up like a woods animal scenting waterWhat good was a share in Tara to the convent in Charleston? They couldn't sell it, even if there was a buyer, because Will would never agree, nor would sheMaybe they got a third share of any profit from the cotton crop, but how much could that possibly be? At best thirty or forty dollars a yearWhy, they would jump at a chance to sell to herRhett wanted her to stay, did he? Fine! She'd stay, but only if he helped her get Carreen's third of TaraThen, with two-thirds in her hand, she'd offer to buy out Will and SuellenIf Will refused to sell, she'd throw them outA stab of conscience halted her thoughts, but Scarlett pushed it awayWhat did it matter how much Will loved Tara? She loved it moreIt was the only place she cared about, the only place where anyone had ever cared about herWill would understand; he'd see that Tara was her only hopeShe ran to the bell pull and yanked on itPansy came to the door, tried it, turned the key and opened it Butler I want to see him, here in my room," Scarlett said"And bring up a supper trayI'm hungry after all She changed into a dry nightdress and a warm velvet dressing gown, then brushed her hair smooth and tied it back with a velvet ribbonHer bleak eyes met themselves in the reflection of the looking glass She wasn't going to get Rhett backIt wasn't supposed to be like this Too much-too fast-her whole world had turned upside down in only a few hoursShe was still reeling from the shock of what Sally Brewton told herShe couldn't stand staying in Charleston after what she'd learnedIt would be like trying to build a house on shifting s (Comment on this)
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