Les’bee’ans
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He went below, noticed the smell of midshipmen in the fore-cabin, walked through into the after-cabin, and found himself in total darkness. ‘Close the door,’ cried Stephen, swarming past him and clapping it to. ‘What’s amiss?’ asked Jack, whose mind had moved so deep into naval life that he had forgotten the bees, as he might have forgotten even a vivid nightmare. ‘They are remarkably adaptable – perhaps the most adaptable of all social insects,’ said Stephen, from another part of the cabin. ‘We find them from Norway to the burning wastes of the Sahara; but they have not grown quite used to their surroundings yet.’ ‘Oh God,’ said Jack, scrabbling for the handle. ‘Are they all out?’ ‘Not all,’ said Stephen. ‘And learning from Killick that you expected guests, I conceived you might prefer them away. There is so much ignorant prejudice against bees in a dining-room.’ Something was crawling on Jack’s neck; the door had completely vanished; he began to sweat heavily. ‘So I thought to create an artificial night, when, in the course of nature, they return to their hive. I also made three fires for the sake of the smoke: these did not have the desired effect, however. It may be that the darkness is too complete. Let us compromise with a twilight – dark, but not too dark.’ He raised a corner of sailcloth, and a beam of sun showed an incalculable number of bees on every vertical surface and on most of those that were flat; bees flying in a jerky, meaningless fashion from point to point; fifty or so sitting on his coat and breeches. ‘There,’ said Stephen, ‘that is far, far better is it not?’
Post Captain, Patrick O’Brian
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Are you normal or do you have an above average amount of feelings about an actor man drawing
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futomomo plus wrist cuff on @ohthatsy
definitely have things to learn with this tie but it looks so good on them <3
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Google show me the forbidden doctor visit script
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I'm sitting outside editing, writing about bees, while the real bees fly around here from flower to flower. Lol sometimes life's all about the little moments. 🐝
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That hitch of breath, clutch tight the mouth
Before what’s on the mind is blurted out
Thoughts so reproachable, unfit for saying
Don't speak, don't think, the drill is known
Burn them, purify the brain of this poison
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