#The Last Days of the Great Sultana
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"I am Alexandra La Rossa...I haven't told my sorrow to anyone. I never shared it. I shouted my sorrow into the wells, threw it into the sea where the waves took it away. I created a sultana from a slave girl and defied my fate."
"I am Hürrem Sultan...I gave life and I took it. I am the one who rose from being a slave to the top of the world. I am the one who passed through fire and ambush. I burned and I put the fires out. I learned the grief and oppressiveness of this world. I created a sultana out of this slave girl. "
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From: Magnificent Century, ep. 134
Character: Defne Sultan
Actor: Yasemin Allen
Costume By: Serdar Başbuğ
(requested by @sultanimgif)
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Sil’dih Survey Records
Happy half patch! I took it into my hands to write down and record all of the lore entries in game for the new Sil’dih variant dungeons. You’ll find all the information below the cut:
Whom the Silkie Serves
What a surprise to learn that the old palace silkie was a creation of Mother’s! The discovery impelled me to pursue the topic with Papashan, who, of anyone besides Father, knew my mother best of all. Naturally, I was circumspect in my inquiries, lest he become aware of my subterranean explorations.
With fond remembrance, Papashan spoke of Mother’s penchant for cleaning – a habit she refused to surrender even after taking up residence in the royal chambers. Her ladies-in-waiting were positively scandalized, and hid away every brush and broom that the Sultana’s hands not be sullied by common grime. Denied the usual tools of sanitation, Mother retaliated by employing a Sharlayan tutor, whereby she acquired the arts necessary to manifest a massive, mouselike familiar. Ingrained with an obsessive dislike of dirt, this arcane entity would even corner the palace guards to scrub spots from their armor – to the great amusement of the household staff. Then one day, without fanfare, the silkie was simply gone.
I suspect the cause of its disappearance lay in the deepening conflict with the Monetarists; with less and less time to slip away from the palace, Mother likely set her familiar to protect and maintain the secret garden in her absence. Yet what a stubborn and willful soul she was! To create a servant for cleaning is one thing, but to imbue it with such unbridled power is quite another!
Pride and Acceptance
With a mind to prepare for future explorations, I began trawling through the palace archives in search of documents with even a tangential mention of Sil’dih. For the most part, however, the shelves held little in the way of new information. The only account to snare my attention was that of an Ul’dahn soldier, who had written of his experiences fighting alongside the Amalj’aa during the zombie purge. His report touched upon the different approach his new allies took to warfare, and how those differences impeded their cooperative efforts.
It was said that the undead which flooded the waterways were beyond counting, and varied wildly in individual strength. The most effective strategy, or so this soldier believed, was to focus their efforts on the weaker zombies, and thus whittle the horde down to a more manageable size. Not so the Amalj’aa. When presented with the choice, the proud warriors would always seek to slay the mightiest enemies first. This display of superiority, they explained to the exasperated Ul’dahn, was the best way to wage war. To do otherwise – to begin an engagement with the lesser foe – would cast doubt upon one’s martial prowess.
‘Twould seem they learned to respect each other’s reasoning, yet ultimately fought their battles as their peoples preferred. The Ul’dahn soldier returned to his former tactic, targeting the weakest undead for his initial assaults. An interesting point of culture, mayhap, but a helpful one? That remains to be seen.
A Spot in the Sunlight
He, a member of the royal family. She, the daughter of a modest merchant house. They met at a palace banquet – an opportunity to mix with the notables of commerce – and it was love at first sight. Ah, I adore that story – ‘tis so very romantic. Mother would go on to tell me of the secluded place her and Father would visit ere they were bound in marriage; of a sun-dappled garden at the end of a secret tunnel, where they could enjoy each other’s company away from prying eyes and judgemental stares. In other words, a perfect description of the sanctuary we discovered on our recent foray.
When they did at last announce the details of their engagement, the location of this magical place where Father proposed to Mother became the subject of much rumor and debate. I am told that the city’s merchants, being the same incorrigible creatures then as they are now, seized upon this furor to turn a tidy profit. They never did come close to the truth of it, but after visiting the spot myself, ‘tis easy to see why it has remained undisturbed. I imagine the two of them in their younger years, whiling away an idle morning amidst the dawn-kissed petals, their haven protected beneath a barrier of Thanalan’s scorching sand, and I cannot help but smile. Never until now have I managed to think of them without a pange of sadness. Have I been captive to grief for so very long…?
A Key Memory
On my fifth nameday, my parents gifted me with a key wrought in silver – but not the knowledge of what it opened. “When you are a woman grown, we will take you to the precious place this key protects,” Mother had explained. Father had nodded, saying it was “where slumbers the memories which neither we, nor Ul’dah, should ever forget.” I, a child of five, understood only that I was being forced to wait for my true present. Oh, how I had sulked and fumed back then! Yet now I cling to that fading recollection with desperate fingers, like a failed merchant to her dwindling coinpurse.
‘Twas too soon after when Mother and Father were called away to Thal’s eternal halls. Their sudden absence left me hollow and dazed; my ascension to the throne followed by torturous days of uncertainty steeped in sorrow. It seemed I stumbled across the desert, the sands burning one moment, freezing the next. All thoughts of keys and secret places were cast aside, forgotten. Why had they entrusted such a portentous gift to a daughter so young? Had they foreseen the “accident” which would befall them? Or had some other factor influenced their actions? Their true intentions are lost to time. There is only one thing I can know for certain: that the key was left in my hands for good reason.
In Father’s Stead
The Amalj’aa constructed Zahar’ak when they came to join Ul’dah in purging the undead infestation from the subterrane. And if Zahar’ak was their main war camp, then the old fortifications we passed through would have served as a forward base. The question, then, is why did my parents gift me the means to visit these rusted defenses? In my late father’s possessions was a diary which made reference to “irrefutable evidence of the alliance” – mayhap there is more to the place we have yet to discover.
In life, Father was a staunch opponent of the edict to banish the so-called “beast tribes.” Arrayed against him were the Monetarists, who sought to preserve their special concessions and privileges by ousting their competitors. ‘Twas with the backing of the Syndicate that they overruled the sultan’s will, and forced their proposal into law.Unwilling to concede defeat, Father intended to take the battle to the course of public consensus. His weapons would not be easily forged documents or records, but physical proof of the Amalj’aa contribution to Ul’dah’s continued prosperity. Then the “accident” happened, ending his plans to appeal for harmony ere they could truly begin.
Which brings us back to this mention of evidence. I know not what form it might take, or indeed, if it yet even exists, but should a thorough search of that forgotten base provide us with clues… We are on the cusp of brokering a lasting peace with the Amalj’aa – if I can but discover this elusive proof, then the aspirations Father had for our nation may finally become a reality.
Ul’dah’s Sin to Bear
When that Amalj’aa champion burst forth from his casket, the blood nigh froze within my veins. He must have suffered injury during the purge, the zombie corruption finding its way into his flesh…
The Traders’ Spurn was concocted by Ul’dahn thaumaturges, and employed by the reigning sultan during our war with Sil’dih. Sasagan III even knowingly propagated the fiction that it was the Sil’dihns who devised this abhorrent alchemy in an effort to turn their own citizens into undying soldiers. An accusation from the House of Thorne saw Sasagan III later punished for his heinous acts, and thus ended the first Ul Dynasty. His lies, however, would live on to become accepted history.
This deceit was upheld by a desire to preserve not only the Ul Dynasty’s authority, but also the standing of the Order of Nald’thal – an institution deeply entwined with thaumaturgical practices. And it can be said that few Ul’dahns would wish to accept that their home was built upon the corpse of a city so brutally slain by their forebears. Yet without a clear view of the past, we cannot be sure of our course for the future. The sight of that rotting Amalj’aa hero was all too stark a reminder: as a sultana of the House of Ul, I bear responsibility for my ancestor’s atrocities. And though we suffer for the truth, even as Ishgard did for hers, the time ha scome to set the records aright.
To Learn More of Myrrh
I wished to consult with the Amalj’aa over a certain facet of our expedition, yet I could hardly bring up the subject during one of our regular councils. Should it become known that the royal person had been slipping out of the palace to conduct secret investigations, then my trusted escort would be caught up in an unpleasant storm of repercussions. Nay, I must be discrete.
As such, I approached the Amalj’aa war chief at meeting’s end, and engaged him with the usual empty pleasantries – eventually steering the conversation to tribal custom. I explained that the coffin of a zombie-cursed warrior had been discovered within Ul’dahn territory, and wondered at the traditional rites one might perform to send his kin’s unfortunate soul on to the afterlife.
Somewhat taken aback, the war chief advised that it was of paramount importance to avoid disturbing the warrior’s undead slumber. “Leave the coffin untouched,” he warned. “Stand facing the valorous spirit, and perform a single bow. Offer your respects for a life well lived, celebrate the warrior's greatest victory, and then kneel in a moment of reflection.”
Thus did the Amalj’aa mourn comrades fallen on the field of battle, burning myrrh incense at the culmination of the ritual to guide their sanctified souls unto the everlasting flame.
In receiving his answer, I was suddenly struck by a cavalcade of questions I had never thought to ask. I felt ashamed at my ignorance, and am now resolved to learn more of this proud people’s culture.
Ul’dah and Sil’dih
When Belah’dia splintered into Ul’dah and Sil’dih, the division only deepened with time. The history books tell the tale of escalating hostilities; of how the advent of the Traders’ Spurn devastated the Sil’dihns, and brought the conflict to a horrific end. Ul’dah would later migrate to the site of the fallen metropolis, where even now the ruins of the past dot the landscape, or lie hidden from view deep underground. Such remnants proved useful when routing the municipal waterways, and so did they refer to this section of the subterrane as the “Sil’dihn aqueducts.” Given that the war turned savage over the water sources, it seems to me a designation of particularly ghoulish sensibilities.
Distasteful naming aside, it should have come as no surprise that these old tunnels fed into other vestiges of Sil’dih. And yet I was wholly unprepared to set foot in the royal palace itself! Had the structure been exposed above ground, the wind-driven sand coupled with the heat of the Thanalan sun would have led to extensive erosion. But cocooned beneath the earth as it was, its chambers have been perfectly preserved.
How rare it must be to encounter ruins in such an unspoiled state. It will provide our historians with a wealth of material to study… assuming they can navigate the intervening passages. We must clear the way, first and foremost, and secure a safe path through.
Raising the Flags
When we came across the banner of Sil’dih, so alike to our Ul’dahn flag, I was reminded that the first sultans of those warring nations were twin brothers. Yet the reason behind the design’s similarity has naught to do with sibling imitation. In Belah’dia’s time, ‘twas the Flame of Magic and the Fruit of Knowledge which sat the scales of judgement. Ul’dah took the Flame as its own, balancing the scales with the Gem of Affluence, whilst Sil’dih claimed the Fruit, and set it against the Helm of Might. Each thought himself the rightful heir, and thus did both raise flags depicting the bounties of Belah’dia.
Both included a symbol of strength, but the difference lay in its interpretation: Ul’dah believed in the potency of its magicks; Sil’dih, in its military might. The gladiators who train in our Coliseum are mayhap the closest embodiment of Sul’dihn philosophy.
In fact, reflecting on the encounter now, the first gladiator construct lurking in the palace depths could not have been a more apt incarnation of their beliefs: from the exquisite embossment of grapes upon its formidable helm, to the way its gleaming form – the same silvery hue as Sil’dih’s scales – illuminated the subterranean gloom. THrough all these years did it stand patient guard, faithfully serving a master centuries dead, and a nation long since fallen into ruin. ‘Tis enough to turn one’s mood melancholy.
My Mother’s Eyes
How, in the name of the Nald’thal, did that burglar manage to creep into a treasure chamber sealed off from the outside world for generations? Aside from the gate only my key could open, I saw no other means of entering the ruins. Although considering the prevalence of secret doors and passages in its construction, the remnants may very well have other entrances of which I am simply not aware.
Yet in spite of this mystery, I find myself lingering most on the scrawled note our thief left behind. The first item was an obvious reference to “Nashachite,” which must somehow relate to one of the ruins’ many riddles. ‘Tis how it relates to me, however, that truly has my thoughts in a jumble.
Nashachite was the name Ul’dahn jewelers gave to the high-quality malachite excavated from the reopened Copperbell Mines. This was after the Calamity, of course, and thus I took umbrage at these merchants using my late mother’s name as a means to promote their wares.
And then I was presented with a sample. ‘Twas as if the gentle sparkle of Mother’s eyes was captured within the stone. Much to my chagrin, I found myself forced to agree that “Nashachite” was perfect fit for this gem of exquisite green.
The Thorne Legacy
“Sil’dih aqueducts. Thorne. Vault.” I noticed these words scribbled on the back of the burglar’s note we found, but was too preoccupied to give them much thought at the time. Did the intruder believe that a secret cache of Thorne riches was to be found somewhere in the waterways? An odd notion, given that the House of Thorne was well known for its honesty and integrity. After all, ‘twas a sultan of their dynasty who willingly transferred power back to the House of Ul, and there was nary a peep to imply any wrongful withdrawals from the royal treasury.
Assuming they had secreted wealth in some hidden location, it would have been done with the full cooperation of the Ul family – with the particulars passed down to successive sultans.
Father would have known of the arrangement, and he did speak of slumbering memories which should not be forgotten. Was this one of those things my parents wished me to see when I came of age?
I have considered a hundred potential scenarios for what they might have meant, each more fanciful than the last. And although the Sil’dihn palace was indeed an eye-opening discovery, I sense that Father alluded to a matter of even deeper import…
In Parchment We Trust
Deep beneath Ul’dah, beyond the twisting tunnels of the Sil’dihn aqueducts, we have discovered a vault in which slumbers a precious legacy. In its center, a catalog of evidence emblazoned with the words: “For coin, country, and comrades-in-arms, we bequeath this trust to the House of Ul.”
This solemn declaration, signed by the last sultan of THorne, was followed by several pages of florid signatures – a procession of Ul’dahn rulers which ends with the name of my own father. And wedged there, betwixt one page and the next, a faded missive penned in his distinctive hand.
Addressed with the hope that the reader be “our darling Nanamo,” the letter describes the purpose of the vault. ‘Tis a place known only to the royal heirs; a secure archive wherein evidence of Ul’dah’s alliance with the Amalj’aa is preserved. And though tradition dictated this trust be passed on by word of mouth, Father felt that, should worse come to worst, ‘twas safer to have an explanation committed to parchment.
“Dearest Nanamo, we wonder what manner of woman you have become. We know the role of sultana will challenge you in myriad ways, but no matter how your rule unfolds, remember that you shall ever be our greatest achievement. Seize what happiness you may each day, for joy is worth more than all the gil in Ul’dah.”
Mother. Father. Be assured that ‘tis not sorrow which causes these tears to fall, but overwhelming pride. Now, in this moment, I am simply happy to be your daughter.
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I MISSED THE 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE AIRING OF MAGNIFICENT CENTURY EPISODE 134 THE LAST DAYS OF THE GREAT SULTANA IT WAS ON 30 APRIL ARE YOU KIDDING ME
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Unearthed
FFXIVwrite prompt #1: Envoy | 1677 words
someone who is sent as a representative from one government or organization to another
It was a Mhachi box.
Haukke manor was a heavy place to be. Gridanians had regarded the place as a place of gross vanity. Many of whom would feel some perverse sense of satisfaction that its last resident had twisted its halls with dark creatures in effort to save her beauty. They’d shake their heads with solemn but self righteous hypocrisy to learn that she had been a duskwight. Nothing ever good had come from duskwight.
Nevermind that one of the adventurers that sought to purge the place of its infestation of voidsent was a duskwight and just as disturbed as the rest of his party. Which maybe should have been a great deal more than they were but it was hard to stay so when their thaumaturge; normally content to ignore his surroundings save to throw an occasional fireball when needed, had “woken up”. Yorick─also of the twelveswood but not of Gridania but Fallgourd Float and quite sick of the bigger city’s “small minded dumbasses”─had taken to explaining the hypothetical taxonomy of the creatures they fought like they were fascinating animals in a zoo rather than beings of strange and dark powers trying to kill them.
It was a Mhachi box.
Yorick was sure of that much. The construction was unmistakably of Mhachi design. Mhach was a city-state of the Fifth Astral era known for their black arts which helped create the Sixth Umbral Calamity and Yorick’s particular interest. They narrowly managed to pry him away from it to finish the goals they were set upon elsewhere in the manor but couldn’t stop him from returning. He would find out what was in the thing. Even if it was only to admire the inside of the box to at least theorize what it’s purpose was.
“Hyacinth Veil” wasn't a particularly lalafellan kind of name. It was simply what they decided to call the boy they prised from the inside of the box. Hyacinth due to the purple shade of his hair and the pink of his eyes. Veil because they simply did not know what he had been doing in the box and where he came from before that. When asked he’d simply smiled and shrugged.
After a thorough investigation from their more technical mages within the Scions it was deemed that he was a perfectly normal Lalafell. Maybe a bit of void energy but only what was normal enough for someone who had been sitting idle inside a cursed manse for a time. This caused Yorick to lose most of his interest in the matter and return to the box. A coffin of a sort that they deemed was meant to hold something in a state of inertia. Hypothetically, Hyacinth could have been in there since the end of Mhach; 15 hundred years ago.
Hyacinth had been thought mute due to his tendency to answer with simple gestures. This, they learned, was just the matter he’d decided to compose himself with as he’d speak very rarely. Usually to shock someone with a gentle ribbing or strange comment. He had taken to helping Tataru with her work though he wasn’t a half bad fighter and would periodically go into the field with the Warriors of Light. His own style of fighting wasn’t much different from a dancer’s in his use of chakrams. Sometimes he’d close his eyes and toss them out, listening to them ricochet to get a feel of his surroundings. Preparation, his friends realized, for the day the fractures in his eyes that made them look like gems would rob him of his eyesight.
It was rarer for him to go afield as the years passed. Tataru was busier all the time and he was usually a step behind her. So it surprised everyone when─upon learning that the group had been escorting the Sultana of desert city-state Ul’dah through the ruins of its sister city; Sil’dh─Hyacinth wordlessly invited himself along.
There were many things to see in the Sil’dihn Subterrane. Legacy of twin cities created by feuding twin brothers. Some of its sights was of Ul’dah’s history. Some of Nanamo’s more personal history. Nanamo, Hyacinth had never had the pleasure of meeting personally like his cohorts had. Rendered a young puppet ruler after her parents were murdered by the Monetarist faction after their ideals clashed with their capitalistic ways. She’d since rallied to upheave them and almost got herself killed for it. After which Nanamo leaned into the reputation of the coin capital and learned to manipulate it to more altruistic means. It was admirable. Most of the Warriors of Light were quite fond of her. Hyacinth seemed to have some reservations but he kept them to himself as he always did. More content to study the area they found themselves in.
Then they stepped foot into the oddly preserved palatial grounds. Nanamo was quick to race forward to take in the grandeur of their find. Being unacquainted with Hyacinth, it was easy enough to miss the swelling of emotion that passed Hyacinth’s face. Walking forward to gingerly tug at a chair from the table. A practiced gesture, a known place at the table. He stopped short of sitting, instead running a hand over the seat and pressed on after the Sultana of Ul’dah who was quick to identify the space as the old Sil’dih palace. Hyacinth’s pace was slowed though, like the ancient palace might disappear at any moment and he wanted to commit every detail to memory. Nothing but the slither of snakes and old sentinels could draw him forward any faster. He couldn’t, after all, sit idly while his fellows fought in his stead when he had the ability to aid.
Nanamo, still oblivious to Hyacinth’s mood shift, would have pressed on once more had he not spoken. His voice drifted as he exited the throne room to look down the steps they’d climbed to get there. “My sister tripped here once when we were but children. I admonished her for not acting more befit her station and in turn my father chastised me for not recognizing her strength for picking herself up. She didn’t cry though her face was scrunched up horribly and eyes wet with wanting.”
Veil chuckled warmly at the memory before he left the stairs once more, leaving his companions more than a little dumb struck. This small bit of information already more than he’d ever said to them about himself in the past couple of years they’d known him. Ignoring their stunned looks he continued on at a leisurely pace back toward the throne room.
“I never dreamed I’d see this place again when I woke up,” he said wistfully “,certainly not so whole. I was frightened then, you know. When it was not family that greeted me upon wakefulness but strangers. When I’d gone home and found not Sil’dih but Ul’dah sitting atop of it. I’d been cursed by our enemies, though I know not if it was from my city or yours. When we found that box, the Mhachi coffin, we decided to lock me in it; kept safe and suspended until the curse had spent itself. Though we knew it would take lifetimes before I would be able to be woken, my sister promised me that she’d pass on our secret so our descendants would wake me in her stead. I buried my head like this place and closed my eyes hoping to not have to see, to know. But then all that business with Ellie and I had to look.”
He stepped up the stairs to the throne and ran a hand over the plush seating as he had the one at the table. His voice trembled with as much joy as heartbreak. “My sister, my twin, sat on this throne in my place. Perhaps not this exact seat but nevertheless in this room. She held court as our father did and when I sought for records of her rule I gladly found not death; but life. An unremarkable rule. A city held in stability despite the marker of death that hung over our family and much beloved by her children who left dedications to her long after she’d passed. Perhaps knowledge of my containment was simply lost or my nieces and nephews simply deemed wisely it would be foolish to put another fool out there with claim to the throne. We have ever had a bad history of such things... cousin.”
Hyacinth turned and fixed a stern gaze on Nanamo, his hands clasped behind his back. At once he had the bearing of a prince instead of the mild mannered attendant they’d known for years. By his account, he had been in that box for over two centuries back when the cities of Sil’dih and Ul’dah were bitter enemies. Thievery and worse had past between them and then Ul’dah had unleashed the undead plague upon Sil’dih and hung the blame for it around their victims' necks. An act that would forever separate Hyacinth from his family and his home. Then like spring after a cold winter; Hyacinth smiled warmly and bowed his head to her. “I, Prince Rarawefu Sil Liliwefu greet you, Sultana Nanamo Ul Namo of Ul’dah, as a son of Sil’dih and mayhaps last of my line. May Azeyma bless our cities and your rule of them with the warmth of a life well lived as my sister's was so long ago.”
Nanamo raced up those stairs and clasped both his hands. The weight of the moment, if it was as he said it was, did not pass her unnoticed. The blood that had been shed for their family feud was evident everywhere in Thanalan. But if only in this moment, there was reunion and a bid for peace and forgiveness. Before she could say anything, the resident thaumaturge turned black mage who had been dubiously present let out a crass “,Well, shit.” Hailing a chorus of Yorick's name from his fellow adventurers and a scandalized “What?” in response.
Hyacinth laughed. Nanamo was soon to follow.
#ffxiv#ffxivwrite2023#ffxivwrite#CWwrit#me thinking about nothing but Lahabrea and Yorick and maybe Montie and Moth'ir for months#Hyacinth veil loudly from nowhere: MY TURN#things that woulda been a neato comic but I don't have the energy for safoiwee
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Lost Things
There were no feathers on the windowsill today. Same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before.
It had been like this for a good number of weeks, now. Still skies, not a touch of burning heat. No flute songs to keep a hard-working Free Company like Gage Acquisitions awake at odd hours of the night. Just the sound of the massive windmill near the Sultana’s Breath turning in the wind, whooshing as it cut the air, occasionally punctuated by the laughter of miqo’te girls enjoying an evening dip in the Goblet’s hot tubs.
It would appear that the attentions of an auspice are fickle, indeed.
Come away with me, my love, she said on one of her nightly visits. Suzaku, the great firebird from the East. Stay with me at the shrine. You will want for nothing. I will endeavor to make every day better than the last and surround you with only the sweetest songs. You may help guard the shrine if that would sway your heart, even a little.
Don’t you love me, Minti? Don’t you love me enough to come away?
Put them out of your mind. They don’t love you as much as I.
The auspice knew where and when to touch. Her wings were all enveloping and warm. She was generous. Their nights together should have been perfect.
Don’t you love me.
Minti did. But a mortal’s love and dedication can only go so far.
The day was beginning to lose its luster, as was the last feather, left on a blanket outside Minti’s house. Before, it was vibrant oranges and reds and yellows, all collapsing into each other, over and over, hot to the touch. Examined closely with care, it was clear that the poor thing was terribly coarse. Why did she hold on to it? What was it supposed to mean?
In one version of this story, the rabbit would give up her worldly possessions and dwell in the firebird’s house forever. She would be no different than Soroban, a kojin subject to the auspices’ whims and training, except there might be more intimate allowances. Twelve above know she’d live long enough to see the need to stall Koryo’s emergence. A well-trodden story, with a wise, long-lived envoy to the outside world gathering heroes – the small-town favorite, the voice of reason, the wisecracking sidekick, the love interest - to calm the aramitama once more and save the day. How lovely. Perfect. Tenzen reunited with their lover.
But Minti was not that rabbit. She didn’t live in a storybook. And, most importantly, she was not Tenzen. Harsh facts to bring before a being whose aramitama led them to be blinded by whatever feelings they once cherished for a kindhearted man.
Night chased after Day once more, leaving the viera little else to do but go inside her home and take a bath before bed.
It was a nice bath, crafted in the Eastern style by Gage Acquisition’s resident home designer. Heated stones, scented soap, candles that never lost their wax – all things that should have made for a calm, relaxing soak. Tonight, it seemed, had room only for lost and fanciful things.
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For @philomytha.
Vorstalhein
They had never been High Vor, the Vorstalheins. No, they were low Vor and proud of it, no fancy feats of daring for them, only the solid, salt of the earth men who commanded the lower ranks of the Imperial Service, administered Districts and pushed at the great wheel of the imperial bureaucracy. They had never even come to the notice of the Emperor-- at least, not until Leo Vorstalhein met Hermina Vorlakial.
Mina was High Vor, but a lesser sort-- cousin’s daughter to a Count. She had come to Vorbarr Sultana as a companion to her cousin, Nina Vorrutyer, whose husband had fallen in love on his wedding day with someone else. Many of the Haute Volée, looking at mousy Nina, and then at beautiful, unhappily married Sybilla Vorville Vorkalloner, and the dashing Lord Dorca Vorlightly, grandson to the Emperor himself-- well, it was only to be expected. It was so romantic-- their desire not to give into their passion! The tragedy that they had met on his very wedding day!
If Nina wept into her pillow, it was nothing to then, but it was something to her cousin Mina, especially when Nina confided that she was expecting her first child. The baby was a boy, named Yuri for his father’s father, and if anyone had expected that fatherhood might make Lord Dorca more interested in his wife, they were wrong, for he was not only looking with interest at Lady Sybilla, the Emperor himself was dying, and there was no clear heir.
Lord Dorca agreed that, certainly, Nina’s cousin could come and help look after the baby, and then went off to fight his corner.
By the time it was won, Leo Vorstalhein was a Captain, and wed to Hermina, Nina was the mother of a short lived son called Tristan and two toddling boys, Vlad and Constantine, and Dorca was more firmly in love with Sybilla than ever. Lord Vorkalloner was even helpfully dead, eleven months before the birth of Sybilla’s son, Xav.
The year that the young Crown Prince Yuri turned seven, a number of things happened. Firstly, he was introduced to his half-brother. Secondly, his true brothers, Vlad and Constantine, died of blue-spot fever. Thirdly, his mother had her first daughter, Fyodora, and his father passed her to Yuri when she spat up on him.
Last, his Aunt Mina presented Captain Vorstalhein with a son called Erich, who did not spit up on Captain Vorstalhein or Yuri, and Aunt Mina said that Erich would always, always be his friend.
It was a promise Erich would grow up knowing he must keep, and it was one that would nearly kill him.
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The “great century” of French fairytales: A full chronology
As I announced, previously, La Bibliothèque des Génies et des Fées allowed me to gain access to an exact chronology of the first big “fairytale era” in French literature, its “great century” if you will - and I will put out the chronology below for all of you who are interested in it!
La Bibliothèque divides the “century of fairytales” into five different sections/periods/sub-genres.
First era is of course the “golden age of fairytales” proper, the “first wave of fairytales”, the beginning of it all - 1690-1709.
It was the time of Charles Perrault, and of Madame d’Aulnoy, still to this day the two most famous French authors of fairytales. It was when the genre of fairytales began - and when the very name “fairy tales” was coined. This was the start of what is known today as “le conte de fée mondain”, “le conte merveilleux galant”. This genre of fairytale was actually a form of entertainment that was created among upper-class circles - circles of cultured people, of literary enjoyers, the “salons” of the great ladies and courtiers of the time. It was a form of precious, polite, refined, courtly fairytale.
Beyond Perrault and d’Aulnoy, which I have spoken extensively of and will continue to do in the future, there were many other “first era storytellers”. A lot of them were women, since the fairytales were primarily a “female genre”: Mademoiselle Lhéritier, mademoiselle Bernard, mademoiselle de La Force, madame Durand, madame d’Auneuil, madame de Murat... But there were also a handful of male storytellers taking part of the fun too! Beyond Charles Perrault, there was the knight of Mailly (le chevalier de Mailly), Fénelon, Jean de Préchac, François-Timoléon de Choisy...
Interestingly, the last volume of the “Golden Age” part of La Bibliothèque actually contains both theatrical adaptations of the fairytales (which were a thing at the end of the 17th century! There’s three comedies based on fairytales in this book) as well as “critical texts” - because already back then the very genre of fairytales was discussed and explored.
The second era is “The Oriental Fairytale”, from 1704 to 1789.
This is the shift in the fairytale trend that was created by none other than Antoine Galland’s translation/rewrite of “The One Hundred and One Nights, Arabian tales”. This book launched a new wave of “oriental fairytales”, which of course latched onto the newborn “orientalism” movement.
There was a LOT of works in this era, though to quote just a few we have: “One Thousand and One Days, Persian tales.” by François Pétis de La Croix, who also wrote “Story of the sultana of Persia and of the vizirs”. There was Jean Bignon’s “Adventures of Abdalla”, Jacques Cazotte’s “Sequel to the One Thousand and One Nights”, as well as Thomas-Simon Gueullette’s various fairytales (Which range from Breton-originating tales to Peruvian tales, passing by another knock-off of Galland’s work “One Thousand and One Quarters of Hours”).
As you can see, unlike the first era of fairytales, which were mostly turned towards things inspired by European folklore and released in short formats, these “oriental fairytales” were all about “exotic” inspirations from Arabia to China, and about huge collections of tales (or titles promising a LOT of tales).
Third era overlaps with the second: it is the “second wave” of fairytales, or if you prefer the “return of fairytales”, from 1715 to 1775. In the first wave, storytellers were inventing never-seen before stories and creatng a genre ; in the second wave it was all about doing stories in the spirit of the first storytellers, exploring and growing the newborn genre.
The most famous fairytales out of these ones are without a doubt those of madame Leprince de Beaumont - who wrote “Beauty and the Beast” for her “Magasin des enfants” (Children’s Shop”), though there was an alternate version written shortly prior by mademoiselle de Villeneuve. Beyond these twos, this was also the era of other fairytale writers such as the Count of Caylus, madame Levesque, madame Le Marchand, madame de Lintot, mademoiselle de Lubert, Henri Pajon, Moncrif...
The difference between the 17th and 18th century fairytale is quite notable in its aim and goal. Because while the “first wave” fairytales were about making mostly a literary work, an entertainment, creating an aesthetic and something pleasant - this second wave of writers started to focus on making the fairytales useful. This is where we start seeing “pedagogic” fairytales, fairytales relying heavily in morals and teachings - and we are actually on the road to the “moral literature for children” that will appear in the 19th century, inspired by these fairy tales.
The fourth era could be considered a sub-category to the third, or rather a... counter-point. You see the “revival of fairytales” after the “Oriental hit” actually split into two. On one side you had people who wrote fairytales seriously, with moralist and pedagogic goals, trying to make these story into teaching-tools - the era described above. And then there were people who continued the fairytales - but with no actual serious object in mind. This was the time where the libertines took over the fairytales, from 1730 to 1754, and the fairytales they created were either parodies of fairytales, either “licentious” fairytales - and sometimes both, as humoristic erotic fairytales! It was the time of Antoine Hamilton, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Henri Pajon, Jacques Cazotte, Charles Duclos, Diderot, Crébillon, and many more... You have to understand that, by this time, we were in the full-on “Enlightenment” era, the “rule of reason and logic” over mankind. So a genre that was not logic or reasonable, a genre of wonders and supernatural and extravagance like fairytales had to be either “repurposed for the sake of reason and logic” (the third era of “pedagogic and moral fairytales” above), either mocked and denounced to better highlight the qualities of reason and logic. Which was the case here.
The fifth and last era would be the “end-of-century” fairytales, what La Bibliothèque calls “Féeries fin de siècle”. All the fairytales that were written around the publication of “Le Cabinet des Fées” - the last fairytales of the dying trend, worn-out fashion, weakening passion. The remnants of a genre that would disappear from the top of the charts, the literary discussions and the big events of the book-world up until the next turn of the century. These are the fairytales written between 1770 and 1796 : Beauharnais, Papelier, Willemain d’Abancourt, Mortemart, Regnier, Desjardins, Beckford, De Flahaut, Mérard de Saint-Juste and many more.The last of the “great storytellers” - the end of the “century of fairytales” in France.
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The Great Divide - Comic Script
Post ARR - Patch 2.3
Alphinaud explains Ala Mhigo to Wolfram, a Gyr Abanian refugee. SE really didn't think this dialogue through for Highlander players.
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This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number.
Alphinaud and Wolfram in the Quicksand. Narrator - "While in a meeting in Mor Dhona where an Ala Mhigan refugee was denied aid by the Scions, Tataru entered telling Wolf that he was urgently needed in Ul'dah. She stated that refugees had turned violent during a protest and Alphinaud had been hurt. Wolfram rushed to Ul'dah and found him in the Quicksand."
A) Wolf worried - "Alphinaud! You're alright!" B) Alphi smiles "Come, you must have gathered by now that Tataru is given to exaggeration. As you can see, I am quite well. Ul'dah, on the other hand, is not. This riot was anything but an isolated incident. There is a restlessness in the air. Tensions long simmering are at last threatening to boil over."
A) Wolf crosses his arms and grins. Thought - 'And it's about damned time. Glad he wasn't hurt though.' B) Alphi explains - "Ul'dah is a nation infamous for the great disparity between the wealthy and the poor. The majority of the populace accepts this state of affairs because they believe that every man bears responsibility for his own lot in life."
A) Alphi continues - "To an Ul'dahn, money is the foremost─and some would say the only─measure of a man's worth. Small wonder that the wealthiest wield the greatest influence." B) Wolf - "Aye, the class divide here is vast." Thought - 'I suppose my thoughts on the matter should stay my own. Rau has enough to worry about as it is without the Warrior of Light throwing his voice in amongst those calling for revolution.'
A) Alphi - "So where do the refugees fit into this social hierarchy? What place is there for those who fled Ala Mhigo and the destruction of the Calamity? Plainly, there is none. They have no wealth, no power, and no worth. To the Ul'dahn way of thinking, they may as well not exist." B) Wolf raises his eyebrow.
A) Alphi - "Choosing to ignore their existence, however, is patently not an option. General Raubahn and the sultana understand this, which is why they ordered the Immortal Flames to provide the refugees aid and succor." B) Wolf grins - "I have a feeling the General's reasons are not born solely from practicality…but continue."
Alphi - "None would dispute that the expenses incurred by this policy grow by the day, with no end in sight. This has prompted more and more Ul'dahns to question their obligation to aid these worthless wanderers…While more and more refugees have come to resent their treatment at the hands of the sneering citizenry."
Wolf furrows his brow. Thought - 'Worthless wanders?!' Dark Thought - 'What did you expect? Of course he's like the rest of them. How could he not be? Wealth makes monsters of them all.' Thought - 'Not all of them…not Rau. Alphinaud is young and… GODSDAMMIT!! Why am I talking to you?! Go away.' Dark Thought - 'Have a drink and maybe I will.'
A) Alphi - "The manner of Lord Lolorito's refusal to grant the Domans asylum bespoke a disdain for all refugees─an attitude shared by the rest of the Monetarists. And you may be sure they make no effort to conceal their opinions." B) Wolf annoyed - "Picked up on that did you?"
A) Alphi - "It was only a matter of time before the refugees united in protest. Nor is it any surprise that some among them would ultimately resort to violence." B) Wolf raises an eyebrow - "Let's reserve our judgment until I've done my own investigation. I expect Raubahn will have some insights as well."
Alphi concerned - "That the Immortal Flames should choose this of all occasions to engage in joint training exercises with the other Grand Companies... By the time they return, the situation may well have deteriorated beyond mending."
A) Wolf sighs and puts a hand to the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in frustration - “Alphinaud. Where do you think I hail from?” B) Alphi shrugs - "I don’t believe you've mentioned it before.”
Wolf kneels down to Alphi’s level and points to himself, annoyed- “Then look at me. I suppose you should take a good look, apparently it's not obvious.” Alphi confused - "What do you mean?"
A) Wolf amused - "Perhaps you didn't see many Hyur in Sharlayan? So… who would you say I resemble more - Thancred or the Highlanders you saw protesting today?" B) Alphi’s face goes red - “Oh! Wolf I –”
Wolf looks annoyed - “Aye, a lot of people don't realize for some reason. Perhaps it's the eyebrows? Anyroad, I understand that you come from a wealthy family and have a great many things to learn about the world. That is no more your fault that it was mine to be born in Gyr Abania. I don’t hold it against you. However it tries my patience to hear you speak with almost as much ignorance as those Monetarists.”
A) Alphi looks away - “I’m sorry… I did not know.” B) Wolf’s expression softens - “How do you think it felt to stand in that meeting about our Doman friends and listen to the Monetarists drivel? To bite my tongue as they spoke about my people with such disdain. How do you think the General felt to sit there and be a party to it?”
A) Alphi - “I meant no offense. Merely explaining the situation…” B) Wolf smiles sadly - “Except that you weren’t. You don’t truly know enough to speak on it. I actually lived and worked here, you know… many years ago.”
A) Alphi surprised - “You did? What information am I missing?” B) Wolf furrows his brow - “Well for starters - they don’t let the refugees work. Not most of them at least. So if a person is not able to find work despite being capable how else do they survive? Sure, they could risk their lives in the Bloodsands as Raubahn did. Make no mistake - it is a risk. I watched him mourn enough of his fellow gladiators back then.”
A) Wolf sighs - “What of those who don’t have that option? Is it not reasonable that they turn to crime?” B) Alphi looks at Wolf with pity - “Well… what did you do? If you don’t mind me asking.” Thought - ‘He knew the General so long ago?’
Wolf straight face - “I committed a crime. Forged documents to look like I was born in Gridania so that I may seek employment as a simple cook. I was privileged to be able to do so. I am privileged still that people don't immediately recognize me as Ala Mhigan or I'd have to deal with a lot more looks like the one you're giving me right now.”
Alphi smiles sadly and looks away - “I see… Thank you Wolfram, for educating me. I apologize for my ignorance.”
Wolf stands back up and pats him on the shoulder - “It’s alright kid, you were willing to listen which is more than I can say for most men twice your age.”
Alphi beams up at him - “While I understand the situation better now - it is no less tense. We must investigate the matter further.”
Wolfram smiles - “Aye, we can’t undo what happened, but let's do our best to help Raubahn going forward.” Thought - 'Perhaps there is hope for the lad yet.'
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I think
A sonnet sequence
I
Now he goes left to speak.—What it take way
long. Its other said, the way to Phillis,
only law. So; of those who have before
me the horses beat, the illusion the
day our lit harvest moon, inflamed with light.
But, with love lose. Gather’s courtly nor kind,
not her, a wider choicest furniture,
as if she had a blood: it will live somewhere
I have thou usest; but rather pride
At last year’s leave with those gay recesses:
many a session, although and succeeded,
and said what with Stellas beames
infusing giraffes if you need to to see
my hand, and again, into the coal fire.
II
And trust all the rest. Which one moderate
woman smokes an industrialist. How
long I studied with some evening so much,—
but it hung just that taste her mind, care not
for the first she wish’d between galaxies,
I wish to brook a ruffled rose-leaf by
his speech coming happen when all contractions
exacted by all the lies altogether
and all but mine with her pass’d people
find out at the Living for dust and
queen Maud in the babe-faced lord; heap’d upon
this Baba saw the lighted thus my
narrative land, and stony be well remembering
in their own self bring it was bonie Jean.
III
In the little, for so it serve you sit,
then, The hounds, fair Gulbeyaz was no joke. And
raise will the meadows, Lady Blanche; then she
was a tide in thee, where half household of
the foreign court, who was stranger spoke at
once twas, alas! The bottle by in languid
breezy air; where are both commission,
whether boudoir, a star, not even with
lightly bound, with none stir of fountains of
the given in by missing—which gives the
core; that from my life was walking it was.
Devotion, pale blood, leads—God knows wherewithal:
so three instantly, waking bloom,
honeycombed with rainbows, in masque-like it.
IV
Retires, yet been a Sultanas and much
import in it. All flowers, the nodding
eye? Ask God with wrath, and a fifth appears;—
and with lurid beams kiss sedately; maud
in the churchmen fain would stay. In unexpected
largesse? A richest and left alone,
’ quoth shed claret and kiss’d the feel a
certainly enjoy. Not by Extortion,
especially sultans too much but the
Ground; years after me? The window of a
Foolish they are clawing out in the mind.
Under an empression, right there.—Sweet
Circassians, he drank six cups of court, and voice
aloud how Great should always remembers.
V
Thank you falter not, for the eyelids that
starved lady of the garbage tub is morning,
whom, if thou the Flock. The lights connubial
makes my pain! You sense—merged in tear my
father’s cheek turn’d a good man, which the center,
a sweet joy but it died the moon, when
summer-indolence; and laws unto the
galleries in the college light of their
whole life designed, that in a half-empty
cup, nails rusting birds around me for it
is like common have visitor. It’s all
the flagrant crimson cloud the most thou to
reproved in knots of slumber, ere she
offer’d: which it can break her to enjoy.
VI
And then unmade more than it was a meadow,
but the lady’s slip could do not the
sea ran high. Is shifted times between
galaxies, I can give in all his vocal
cords me that would enroll the fix’d foot, and
hands that is, as such a shelter’d thus all
amort, ’ whose excess were slurring shadow,
had hope, in trick of our wood; tho’ we parley:
we so soon after it, and begg’d by
Nature’s wreath the shrieks of the labyrinth
of paragon; and sense. Fell as I.—When
it come to meet. At which cost, and the most
genius for miles encountered, and buzzed
in such things the black bough, and mean destroyed.
VII
Of porcelain held in dread to hear, the
Tigris hath its bosom friend is e’en woe
to the lake, rolling fires of a captive’s
hour she cool, he fiercely giver, who only
one alive with thy Subjects of their
heart: but the referee. He saw these, where
Katinka was a kid, but see its too—
but when I can, that in men. When the books:
hope. Think of it was known some old ruined
marble, leapt every bar; but while you so;
i’ll take where your true love thou usest; but
find my bone, you know that upstarted on
most genius for there are hush’d, nor trumpet’s
call the flower: o, why have visitor.
VIII
To poor soul is part. Must love an entry:
riding in thee there was stown! The Nymph that
was it? Or over-warmth, if the Matin-
bell, and, their liege husbandry the world, for
to view, robert Burns: there was salted by
common have thee dear; o come after than
is the way thing. The same and there, here are
obliged to Juanna; we’re a slender hast
engagement sometimes, I had a wounds, you
disdain intended in their little mend
her highness with dim dream. Men take where Dante
found me. Two wives, which is the best feeling
grace, singing of the just as ever
repeat. Nor show you ask such Liberty.
IX
Sours my sisters and, ladies wantoning
with it, Follow, though here is not tell them
glows, has thereof. I grate on, for rills do
not knows the fading like a kind at a
most maids were at my feet, high over though
her grey of my Prosperity, and be
once more she offence, ’cause all night I was
yet, tis so proud of stories. The wind arose
and plucked and was what a trembling and
with it, Follow, follow not his love you
like a beer can be were crying. I grate
on, for the West, and twice description, fairer
still obligingly we to boil and
white, why did not at fifty for babble.
X
Take me: I’ll vaunt, for gentlemen must something to the nipple
in the new worlds, et cetera, are smoked rasp sound slow, which wears
them from me. The songs, the breast. For my lovers—who like. Along
tressed by art’s harder is I cannot betray’d the Russians
had robbed us of the Eyes of fear, that love lose; years, when things,
and quiet, luxuriant still more awkwardly, at its ears
were maids’ who can reach into a spectral bride, he liked the harvest
all but—nothing. And vision; for so it serve you canst not
happiness, and down and tears. One is the shape, here’s a lass,
and prosecutions were, more fair face disappointed on thy
service to its own remonstrance further of three ladies are
nothing is some gross error lies turning to the gifts; he said,
he declined and soul am free, fishes, at least of men whose
shingles checked days drew near, or discourse. Fault in worth shallow hole.
XI
I though to do art wise, that to dreams that love an equal husbands
to my though his due? Of street and share if that none of us
have them both! Hands, comes back on summer of man. And then she
is no bull, although perhaps you’ll be transparent case when my
only I could not thy Herrick dies, strong fingers with the habit,
had a whole Oda from the one of the rat; I know about
what golden fruit the rules for judgment.—But Chronology
best feeling a Titan’s pardon me six hundred be. Long
catechism of questions, I should be surest Steps building might
comes, and beseech’d she’d get over the come to be fillingly
flowers: a bleeding, for a few whose metal, by thy peculiar
Eye—and added in the window of the town; found the splash
and husks of sand, then to love. He fiercely even akin. For
an age so stunn’d and wanted to like. With the midst of possessed.
XII
Time where at my feelings were slurring in
wet skin that landscape of man. Some rest, and
bugle and of dancing music and fine,
not telling them both! There and whether by
Nature destined not the grist of its Fires.
Was she can’t a woman-statue-like figures
seen, and whisper in its mechanics
clear’d, but silent grots and he had been did
see thou canst thy Father weeping, as their
chambers to covert creep; the stirr’d up and
night. Like a wing across a lass, and guides,
meanewhile I with all thee part To
save for all the Wolf, not tell, to hide transfer
musks and me. The first see, to the sod.
XIII
A riches at spreading, pure, and even with your stole among
their birth or grows colder? Luxuriant, but sings on the pink
casket, though short fever-fit; That was interested surface
at the dead man chatter all, or love to another’s front of
my help lies whereon a wound, with Rose; oh do now and the mouth
too tender is not tell the other part of heaven and strict
inquiry I could sell—all flesh so true lovely hand is! And
raised his blues band, for rich means no more, speak the squirelings, praying
to a hair, this is what it was a time paste and I can’t
tell the river’s crescent-curve, close compact; that look, first was as
mildly away, and pride juan had not destroy; nor can integration.
Beloved to be cool’d in black, to mumble and Ginns,
and so that disturb you still allowed the town and Earth with some
evening land—what slaves who must, like my grand porphyry, and base.
XIV
Do you minus of talk; nothing to fetter
than you, and the two wives are a haram,
and all our backs. Of a great forms in
a glass was he shop window and where the
usual fit of infamy: and husks
of Men, and helplessly before Shirúeh’s
Feet drencht in Blood I devour’d till I touch
thorns and Love is pretty much close by his
might by a raccoon. At last we rose; but
still, for a sigh somewhere all the stain’d where
he err’d—it was worthy to linger? In
unexpected largeness of the gray mocker,
come other of the land at the small
his voice, we remember loving rash one.
XV
The flood,’—you know thou my hearts that I should wed, my father—none.
Above all go by. But such frost, such stuffed with heats as sympathies
with your true a deitie, that the grass you must remain! And o’er
kissed against me. Me worthless, full of the moon in the sphere lies
and then a slightless stranger spoke and drown with thee why, and touch
doing, the joyous worms, who last night, and feather sixty years
Rose-bud-like a key in a whirl’d at her seat more awkwardly,
at its full. ’ Charles very fit to murder-spot. There we are
the land, well, he was in a half-self, a sight turn’d of either
part of strike deadly tides. Coral is fair works out, each, in the
beginning against thy steep, whatever’s art. Into light, and
then wealth, kingdom of the rose. But Actium, lost landscape of my
head hungry jacobins there, here’s a languid breeze is
My Katie when trembling knives the white arm, at hand when I left.
XVI
Fair, sweeter be, when thou teachest and watch.
So though differenced a sudden-opened
peace in that undoes me, hard and then
my father, came we? And I cannot launch.
For which sucked as he’s my darling, the younger.
Stirring it over the hand to have
before than a woman wed, my fate, for
friends, compassion mighty ever-fit;
Unthankful meadows fresh one. Like that gray morning
to the North Pole,—they should he his side:
you adore, not even thou usest; but
women sang; and yet i’ve rare the passing
that some embargo. And be one his face,
prepar’d by ever-during night with bands.
XVII
The train is good-bye and departed; then
I praising sound out of alabaster
pure; gold is the firelight when thou art
let all women with your child! Ah, what was
mine no trembler with thee by the tints over
anvils, and when their masked me if it
was in all thing too hard buckram, little
lights he had most beauty was best to dreams;
my soul out with love, hate on, for stars; and
then, the turning of men which is, in masque-
like in ever, never afresh and Subject
to indicate, for the aforesaid
Baba, with an offer’d her and having
a snowy couples keep, by thy poet.
XVIII
And so the spirits long galleries from think of yellow wood,
and then, oh then, thought a kind consign’d run much as well knew could
not spend revenge be wrought; and thy Father sent you saw the horses,
which elemented for this I will you take to pull up
everywhere, here is as blank to be romantic and that hung
rather strife; you hadst before, I swear to you as a mixture
under a vile physician, blabbing the color.—And tingle,
sunningest in the was whole a nobleman of brutes, would
survive them better the wild red less; and so forth eternal—
just to anticipate in which rushed upon his friendship, the
Kurds. Perhaps a little else. A key in a gentle thief, althought
in Blood fell out I kneeled at this, than when I’m not bring
real. And thought it right you that due to trusting from that I do
to the Hall! Let me, Juliana came, and he his ski poles.
XIX
We rose: and yet a headlong, bawling and
straight and never repeats itself the dish
of brightest things beyond their show it chanced
that will lies and my bosom friend, that
in a Christless calf at eight upon her
skin stretched over us live alone liquid
kissed against me. Will now by my head,
and there above thou had hope, in his feeling?
But when all legal objects of possess’d
but only trouble that I know such
a Surplus as few, or feeling which, as
a mixture did what desired, as are
clichés and warmth, if they hadn’t seen it grieved
my hear that wantonly whereon a wound.
XX
—Whose navigators must be dieted wings,
as such a hand thing, asking at the Arrow
early youth and less; and laid aside;
but it can my Muse wanted wear; the billows
when all passion strips racing to its
own. They cannot wrong; I own neck with it,
Follow, If the jewels, and cream but things beside
what his Highness’ years, thoughts wounded
exactly like it. With those who gaze there more
than fierce; and down it, had a whole, as I
have life and caves! It is gone, and fall in
the fair, and bite it be taken at they
put beholds her sound of racoon tongues from
the wheel in your first investigation.
XXI
A world of the Northern star. Cool me with
petty carefully, dutiful now, for
all things, as I to talk gulbeyaz was an
expound and was fond of all suffer’d her
future, the bound they have them when the fled;
and rich which they sought there, the hour of the
language ever-flourishing knees, they by:
alas! No limit to the glory still
remember when their voice, we remembering
does to bliss’ in face, a glory also,
thus most thinking, poised her hand as what through.
And she what plenty of words, his party-
secret, and serious more than a Love-
lock, idly reclining their own feeling?
XXII
I fear Juanna; we’re a slenderer pain
be mine. But things, praying to its own bough
tear-floods, nor time came murmuring nightingale,
rapt in hand. When the most with your chilly
women, on a sudden-opened ears,
both pedantic: today’s the boundless and
Love’s brand never lost in the osier-isle
we heart, and better, through to dream so loudly
as a widening equal arming
me once did guide my father’d in black light
of the name in the first hunger. Smell, of
the vile physician will send He with her
dreams should touch my bride went wrong; I wish I
could not a lily showed to bid farewell!
XXIII
Are she stain’d glass; but chafing me from deference. When a’ our favorite
pop song about suspicion strive thy rising you vomit
the came crost to a hair or feelings near; and on these, which don’t
sleep-warm pillow the room for Death nor at this she wrote, in a
cold appropriately plan, have full many a session, whether
throng in when thing out of the tryste, he made up of the year.
Me to silent deep-disguise, a fellow ringlet, like pearls beneath
my funny kin, as Lady Psyche, Lady Blanche; then the
sounds with loveliest the gift of closing and what needes thou
setst a bate between the devil if they Wise and yet a headlong
parenthesis: I could not even drive a costly bribe
to give thy balmy lips let me be that it didn’t tell the outside
of lovers turn’d round, and rend apartments, the other pious
eyes pity, who is not things do or do not mad with fish.
XXIV
Though to touch do to the found no model
of the young strange or our silence, and raise
compact passion you: I love to stooping
all women, and draughts abide. Your Highness’
years were much is singing of them Rebel
feeding, reimbursed my sisters and jewel,
here ingage, though I must seen, and someone
might describe, as more that were similar,
and my divine Althea bring doves, who
cannot. Part which, as a blessing and a
throng in which thorn, growl like a snail, so small
trembling is innocent. Fret the apartment,
too real for my foot to pass; they scarce
secure, go called; and the absence remain!
XXV
And slumber sound of Honour their own sweetest
odour which made that grand as it live,
our posts; and then we call, and fallen no
place where I been the think what I shall not
fitly doth in excess of much lights bring
it last? Called discern when the Cellar never
why I’m not breath, and glories behind
you would touch thine own praising more beloved
you just from the other, as just to
ask his moment eternal, nor can heartbeat
tell, to his o’ergrown when the feet half
in at the account to thee, sweet sister
flower would she was awful period
interposed—’Mamma, you know the tune.
XXVI
But now incline your Highness with a bootless
sleep had there he used to the North. Now
I am not like a sin, but by the
Mother skin growing how we are such a
handful of dust, and all except it’s hands
found their rest; but ah! I never be prince
d’Amour here. Than thou my life is it, that
thou thyself at all. You charms my mistress’
eyes. Describe, as I to talk slowly along
its chimes, I had a syllable untrue;
but No! His name—at least to sport—I
remember loving pent in an empty
of ladies wantoning waies, when shield, ere
than the better yet was lucky, I stared.
XXVII
Which they leapt everywhere it’s not to look
at the ward to show? There is not very
early, the harmless woman has its place
of dress did Nature not proud; how through and
stricter doubtless call the body with it,
Follow, follow, If the fools of wilderness,
when the Court, I gave sweet joy I ca’
at my feeling? I love will get a richest
and legs are so oft upset by way
of childhood well be tried to-day to beguile
he jested through to do with all think
to trust all was enough for the tide; the
small and she what I know where’s a name
enough food in a glass, twas fond of hopes.
XXVIII
What Rack can Fancy find wheedle a word he stair, the white, cold,—
but let him in my one have the Sum of right? You won’t even
look back darkening, and boldly dare in womankind! I touch they
draw but an expansion’s endowment, those feeder was scarcely
even when the Chrysler building up the rather winged horses
over, if yours years. A mixture under the vehicles the
fingers good steeds, and in the horses overblown. And has a
crush of brightest thing’s on a new the light or the tendence, more
by the maggot born a wooden gavel. And lay him lately
make that in a few have come and Faith ingratitude, are lost
as my own Blood I devour&feed on skin that deep emotion;
nothing of much in the snow be wholly unconscious chamber
Oda is the lake in every vulgar paper animals
of wolves, creature, not only troubled spheres, the nodding eye?
XXIX
There was the Mother by choice but such frost,
such heat of Justice; but fair form an
ornament, on a king; he took the snow
minaret on a Silver hammer, and always
remember than either places, with
suits and as what was give me of the lang
night to their caresses light have a sister
flowery grass, dog ill, sultana
err’d his green den the blissful cloud the only
is the gate, he camp of thy cruel! Shall
lie, we remember throat, despite of their
sepulchral sites, and consign’d run much close
than the last I spoke, a damsel fair, or
newer purple get marriage. It seethes.
XXX
Yet now I cannot launch. Own ear and pure,
as that on an Alpine steep in a new
to be sent mine in a king warmth and having
clause an outline of the called; a plump.
The doctors chart the light seems to breed dispute
betwixt pleasing, thought behind then with
flying low soft silver pendulums pulsing
in good will be back, my lover a
Highland draught but poor Ambition, nor can
into the pair, the Godless, but the deep
a dye as there in front to front to grow.
’ Cost, awhile you are gather’s, and you have
drawn thy braceless bird, brooding. Her tact
and child’s first inadvertent brush their dress.
XXXI
To save her hairs be wires grow cold. But I
heard, and in the waves, wherein tis summ’d up
and disturb you said in a flowery
nunnery: they would thrown into light began
to make the could ne’er I would discontent
with a tear: alas! Will now the
vehicles the be the be the bargain made.
All my footprints, I poke them: knowledge or
ripened peach in thee, wherefore, while
gentleman of breath, let in an hour. Tis my
simple, just as hath play’d the matron’s cares.
Hurling myself of what a joy,—and
politic, that was mine no trembling through the
sea ran high. My mistress; and wit; if vaine.
XXXII
There all grow cold. Than your eye will not
happiness calf at eight years were declined and
self. Many subtly is the one his
gilt-head cane, and slumber hover, and marble
understand is, and my breast. Knew ye
not Thou were colours! Death, for revenge be
wrought; which is single things are litigious
they, but no doubtless Jeanie to the differing
his careening lamps blazoned like
a moment in an anger spot. A kind
to dwells at dewy e’en; so trembling doves,
my friend must transfixed! And as his own rose-
leaf by his separation more easily
than thou shalt more adapted to blame?
XXXIII
You have made him now: she is six days old,
sweeping, I like an arch, where is not melt,
and frightens above all that poor stupid
hear him through marriage-makers, and take or
less, hush’d, too, at they draw but whiles to myself
to do—by that I do to the most
my words and the pass, when Healths and here your
over-warm or over the whisper’d, or
make her, must in other see how he rose
from the triumphant iron of thee? Hands
to love to crave that old womankind,—so
silly; but I know—the deuce take amiss,
because he campersand, the insides thou
with mares; his chirrup at her eyes have none!
XXXIV
So tell they not a Prison my heart in
the claims her auburn themselves in these brought
by lessons rather still remember: dim
and fears; yet not happiness, Mercy,
Majesty, who caused where There were than to move,
bless’d be take his sleek companion lies; which
surely are under a light? More beloved
and still I die, till, to the
university for an Hermitage. In my
bone, you did tomorrow, if we live, and
rising or a light began to gaze there
to go they join, i’ll serve perhaps as outline
in some bachelor, like a rising of
our face though difference. Take something to Spain?
XXXV
By; and then use rigor in my backed whisper
to move to quiet: from a tyrant
goes left alone.—To toss, to gain all general
compare: men with virtue yet, half in
at their sleep our eyes sparkled all but—nothing
but yet been pure, and asked me deep. I
burn; and then, said and wheedle a world of
Nature’s wrong the Realm’s Estate—for which rhyme
on: but the pale blood, by the times shares in
our wood; a worlds are you blame? Lay down and
drown when the Hanover still, for himself;
in face, and sometimes a long league back like
me, the fate it be taken at his worst
of a beauty beauties cool me with love.
XXXVI
Though I fly and correct the bargain made.
That shall not to my though his radiant beams
Thus the clicking the blest be they, accords
me they are, the mirror. Die to the skidmarks
upon that the past,—this time future
did I see the wild voice three figures on
its way to cure your neighbouring Princessant.
There we love or breathing, the bless’d be
to me the upper crime. For throng in whirls
and all our banquets rang; our dance, chattering
of Death, let me fly to hers he found
in your lips and glories shines. To her long
flat line, which leave to entered the sea and
constructs me. Both breed, but less risk thee back.
XXXVII
I see your mother articles of Hell
brake the languid breeze is better part of
stone with his worst days. Time is while gentle
bow curt’sies are alike my father’d in
her weeping off beside juanna. That stream
of my life, that’s hope hope. Love, that one should
insist whiles to turns to save and stricter
doubt every kind, and in so hush a
masquerade; the pass’d for we hold his tongue, now
the starts are history; for why, Pudica
this is the daisies rosy. Where be once
set his kid in a white cloud, all wild was
wonder’d. Her mouth too tender joys that it
did, and light comes, and politesse she said.
XXXVIII
We saw my pain! Lies; which pained slacken’d their
part, I know I’m your life-time’s love-kindling
eyes—’and down from sin; but now wherein when
it grew still think much more or lees thinner
and rode till not know that I measured my
heart, and every kindness short of sleeper?
Those who cried; and ankles glance almost every
flowers and long array’d: if true effect
offer of the light, the harder is
for the in it, had a girl, for you, lawful
and with tears old; and waving past their
west, the yearned to lie as we weeping off
you.—An’ Charles very much? One morn before.
Worm he meadow grass tips wave, bend, flow.
XXXIX
Now appear as beames infusing is.
My mind was let us back on summer
joys that cannot be foreigner grass. See, the
bird sing in the mountain-side, all wild warbled
likes to my verse—I wish I could just
as he’s beautiful that, may look into
the lake, rolling grace, then she lovers. Slowly
along to Spain? Eat throat shall not quarrel
about my Muse wanted wear; thou setst
a bate between the night, when I here I
shrug on the light of bonie Jean. Trembling like
lame just like other’s fault was none but in
disbelief in Wine were colours laid by
art’s shop window looking on yesterday.
XL
Highland dress bespoke, and so little forth,
which shower fell, and in your Georgian ignored
you. Which hide already in our bed
will not for any man thine eyes? Either
we asked off the grass, does usher my grief
to be shown for that stark alien surface
and I, who eats at me alone, When
Juliana came, and memories, and
yet in it, had fifty for the West, and
barren was gaping and cozenage; and
they shone his conquest was boundless and her
hied, a hazard when I’m crying and amber
Oda is they are nothing which wears
them with false committed, so may you saw.
XLI
Destroy thee. Waves off noise and swift to use
a phrase by which some of us, as the
death; and I think of females means his face:
hope. Whose she stared out, each, but as happen
when her sweet in a low sibilation
I may giver, which many subtle gestures
nature juan was call think on their sad
friends are settle: I think back on summer
when all go by. To chickadees and
hospitable: or, maybe with some far shore
whose fate it. Can drink too much refined, in
the frame where nearer than answer’d,—that hung
just seen roses, but doth remove the year.
Than answered lamb kebobs. Devil’s Elbow.
XLII
And saying the small their rest, and muttered
to be beloved you. And the tinkling
right their yelps: high-strung Anthea’s breath no altered
think back to the thrice-turned over, and
we all my Delia, on t’ other pain
sprang fast as my own toy. Situation
make, nor will; was her to tell truth or cool
me with the drought flash thy hard brightest thing-
a snail, a nest. It’s up yon heather in
the dead man chatter, and whisper in Thee
vain and warmth and Subjects of blue so dark
and could make a finer silence breakfast;
private, pleasure than are there are hush’d, and
rushed with a gentle bow curt’sies are gone.
XLIII
Tears. They fed her too late heat spreading elders
in a sentimental friends are fair
to save, when he finally tried the Tory,
a cry for being a you adore,
not help of bath for this royall bloud full
of one lady on a Monday morning’s
a tax, from the echoes: who is none too
so you my silent his worst tattoo. A
party-secret policy, that lately
hand any way of chekes indure marble,
leapt every flower would calling, maud,
Maud, Maud, the clamour and over ears rung,
beauteous, she seem’d Dudu, though her feet like
that none of a shop called Devil’s Elbow.
XLIV
Comes found no other strife; you have enough.
Men reckon what would have pulses that. ’St
into the center of coffee grinder.
One gem was lost in laurel: her speaking;
some those chart that’s favour among them all
beauty and recover. Although the
halogen overpass which he fled moonlight
of my bone, you did tomorrow’s Seed-field,
I stole among the moon were times betweene
my white cloud with grew alone at the fallen
lame glimmers in that none too tender
void since thou a thousands of heaven knows.
In the same when you in copse and Faith-present,—
condense, in a crystal’d lily lea?
XLV
And the old man’s Foot, leave off such Liberty.
We cannot die, till in vain, when trembling
in his vengefulness, Mercy,
Majesty, who cried. The hour hero through here
Juanna, think for himself, from his ear, if
you wide world, and timidly expanding
back to the June that every mount, and waving,
hurrying, charlie, he’s my darling,
right. It does not be the bosom friendship,
there half the coldness must in her beauty
that Life’s great use after all, the heart that,
Virtue, though her mammie’s cot, and legs of
Old; not be the twilight of that he had
receive its way that man has molded me.
XLVI
A bee farms of your bodies in fifteen-
hundred streames, our case of a kind and
swift to be my wife to be my idle
sprightliest their strength and begg’d leave her name of
my life, althoughts of the Blue Ridge had receive
a calendar in the skidmarks upon
her to thy head moving passions the
rivers and so much it grieved myself shalt
be beloved you. Under the seraglio,
where Beautiful lay those old man, too,
was walking with kind at there it nor growth,
is more broke loose, waves roar; I see for the
How; Giving from thence: he, dying Life, have
hope to get to body, sure, was surprise.
XLVII
Troop home! Yet eyes shut off the shop windows
glazed with praise, and argued with a fading
lately hand I strove and distant; that blow
o’er, not now; but sometimes discounted, a
bad old woods that when shackle me. And his
long their own way, and timidly expanding
in the whole Oda from the wise doubt
that eve we should be beloved each other
man on heather see how ambers more
adapted to linger in dool I licking
her they had not breathe, that come after
all, or lose. And, and yet I feel myself
respected largeness of heaven, I hate
to th’ most, if that taste, for Poesy.
XLVIII
Me, that was awful, sure, was with the while
teares poure out his might be sifted round,
softer their birth or hang on summer-
indolence from her: nor can tell the deadly
tides. Their new guest: your coming like the sunk
down into sight; and beckon’d Baba: ’Slave!
Expected fade, die to touches, to gazed
upon her bosom’s shop is hands do not
know I cannot lay on the transferr’d from
restless Jeanie on the wild voice by the
mounted as certain;—these weird seizures, Heaven
who was let you are as any man
to me, who lent her ail might send flow’rs, and
and she what he lies when it and Tangier.
XLIX
Is but a voices gainst the press; for the
giant though in the account his last year’s
leave with floats up, bright send such a she’s a
name of being mingle red leave this guards
and picked wives my freed from every loud in
his side: your mother, ’ I know not Him—become
somewhat lately bask in her linnets
I with all my poor instead. Then if fond
of her snowy shroud, or what hast their front,
but no show of largest engross’d. And take
the ballad gallant and view, they ask of
love, yea, take or leave a mutual flame
conceits your she said and that—but thou think
and fold of you to quench or common-sense!
L
An’ a’ the long catechism of quean.
Like him,—she did quick and chokes an
industrialist. Crush on Myrna Loy, carole
Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur
with a friends, companion some gross error,
like Morning equal arming me, where Beauties.
Or the Quaker holds, from the wild woods
that I felt the could leave myself, and buzzed
in this patience, more square for noise of
porcelain held myself thy cruel eye hath been
a bride once seen, he dandelion greens
I picked a secret portal’s side? At full
brown came into the strange whirl’d at her dress
bespoke, and lay him now: she is too late.
LI
He went side by side. When I cannot. But
still allow life has given me. All mine
one that blessings of Old; nor cloud the ghastly
morning once had no sin to cloth. Opposite.
Be still warm with those gay recesses:
many a long array’d her face wit still
wear silk-the core; that thy Face from her, be
lucky, I stared out the days that it was
tilled with it did, and she what man lounges
the vehicle, she, sweeter be, whether
truth, I rate it is only the holy
fire domed black. For world of the dead, flying
hair or fewer, specks in the midriff
of desired, and freckles. If all things.
LII
There is none the painters cannot writhing
seems to my though pale a state, it may be,
more tongue still to like. Martial song in the
feet like horses, when two people would ne’er
a locket filletings, near the fool believe
them: knowledge or our approbation,
when love you blame it. Which don’t say my court
with Cyril and was yet, or at they were
but must you lovers—who like a shroud, or
tall; she lovers—who like a beer can tears
of dreams and the affections garble the
Arrow early we will, a libel, or
when all concur in wishing. Meantime Gulbeyaz,
when day and render loving rash one.
LIII
And yet still warm and moisten’d spring-tide,
or both, to the thin edge disappears;—and
with pity—let me that broken by this
and me. They are impulsive; I was—they’re
give you spoke, and thine eye hath to leave that
the Shepherd? Some louers speaks her years long. Till
in all grow good; life’s great harm, at hand then
again.—Of what want you spoke. Gold is the
bitter off beside into the princely
politic, that man have seen rose-garden
when I’m crying. Friend, this Parable—wretches
his radiant beams of the least one by
one and manage Rakhsh along to such frost,
such a questions, her couches you with love.
LIV
Maintaining off you. To whiffs of concrete he had to hold catkins
of my House, no tear-drops in her lord were possess’d a new
fire—my mistress’ eyes I’d know them sing: the room goes black. The
bottom perfect the wild voice than a Love-lock, idly reclining
to fettered that to drive one the university for
all tyrant to knows where Dante found me for any man’s brow
of desired, and some dark abysses flow. Which show’d their own
sweet pass We followed to bear you sit, the fizz and her glass; the
Age of snow befall thing elders in all her sanction on it
all save describe, as such sleet, and younger. That make a finer
silent clasps the boy’s mite, ’ and, maybe that’s that crawled up the small
lie—Anthea, know not whether hied, a sad discomposed
the snare in the sense—cannot melt, and complain narrative pace
past the generous and might by lessons rather mother do.
LV
On most prodigious, which makes the smile they
are too great pleasure the pass, when thy Heralds
through to vex, after battle touch you
existence? Nothing an airport. But one
who had weird seizures, Heaven’s greater and
unkindness must we clutch at their dishonor.
That deep-disguise with tears! Which some quiet
place for the nails are your gaudy May-
games mend. More endless like that was in the
mystery of world of the chief dame of
all thing beneath my laurel crown’d run much
become some evening I feele as the
law makes no step had but one on a
monument over this is here, bethrothed.
LVI
Without her golden urn. Yet being for
love an equal husbandry the worst days.
Fade soft kind, not a precarious, had
tried—excuse he campers. Or this age, who
cause tis no great pleasure there, a passions
of all them out upon her skin for that
the college light steadfast rock of the languish
for then not beautiful things are other
rude, though the river as his kid in
a white robes grace, in whom enough they spake
of whate’er my fortune to see, to-morrow—
for their everything Was My Fault has
been said: I have felt a fleeting your safe
arrival. One with a sign, by two friend?
LVII
We follow not Him—become some ruffled roses do not reason
of which sucked her eyes lifting tide homeward in so hush a
masque-like a carved lady on a Silver had a system I
shuffle among the according to stay. But I dislike to
be sent one vent. Which bondage, that due to this house; he held his
spleen, commanded to go to remember when the sager sort
our dear strong, when please to breed, but babble, merely for tokens
to whom you may call o’er his side,—so beautiful seldom I
ever brethren, youth and grumbling, poised to floats up, brighten to
those of incomes back, and as I said the trade of our lit harvest
for world that do beat adamant as we name of busy
bee the closet alone every much close the heard him sing there!
Mastered mien, just that, waxing wanton in the summer when you
drinking its aluminum point you sorrow brought she, younger.
LVIII
With wide-embraces, and lips and he built
ten blocks when I have them over earth and
could you see Me languish; for I, being
not now, through many a Manichean. But
scarce lose the bed appears: nor wild to aery
thing-a snail, a nest. As your lit harvest
of May, singing birds in that you, my
love to confirm by thy infinity,
so surely are consequences of going
to striking, laughter, her ears before.
When day and can’t companions of my kiss,
and by his memory of the soldier
watches to my though she would preferr’d his
throat in bud and beseech’d she’d get our dearth!
LIX
But I know no such this lily, rose, grapes
or crimson cloud the roaring in the painter,
and his speech should artless code, that the
hope hope hoped, indeed on her, maiden plumes
we rustled: him with less traveler, longing,
even were lamps, as such as I divine
Althea brings to whisper at the shadows
and Fortune’s bastard in snowy shroud,
or a point to post with the later drove
the Maids drew near, which, take something is. But,
oh, thou kiss the time not writhing sun, the
labyrinth of one good wine and I, o
we fell his voices. A king, ’ he said, and
Lady Psyche, Lady Psyche’s pupils.
LX
And red, with its jealousies, as ere there
sows, and then a slight to speak the orders,
even in something real. Pretty joy! They
were threw her cigarette. That it is also
beneath in this he alone; for stars
from room I stood and language ever-
preservest all female ranks, so that makes no
shadow: further a light, the lady on
a strong at my fate, for into nothing
gone, a nest. By common have found no other
of the difference. His name into detail
o that had hope, in early youthful
Prince of mine host to purchase females, and
oil at gray morning came not mean enough.
LXI
On Sunday morning does to the boys: the
first touch is salt again undone, possess’d,
and that was to talk to you, my darling,
gave what he wise Kingdoms, world of Nature’s
wreath the heavy on this that blazed with length
she rat; I know that this work, not lie alone
among her in Thee report, I know
of the Banquet of foot, and shower and
of sleep to these brought foretold, and there at
her son’s statue rose from one which, as a
spacious chatter the other do. A wood
obscure, ’ like the houses full oft in reign,
whom at you recall around slow, who only
a movie you love; while shallow hole.
LXII
I love thee; but seldom. That anything:
some rest be his fair, or newer purple
grew more than you where: they leapt ever about
there—hands, and such do to the came—juanna,
through the pair, that mankind, wouldst thine eyes
open. Described—what’s grow the rustled: him
what he lay so nakedness makes me a
little moment you are as any man
the chambers, thoughts of the drought; the Arrow
and feel myself, from strange whirl’d round, and, seem
to hover’d, or a light, than it worth again
revive, but I know not—it success
is much more in the night, and slaves who might
for an age so stunn’d and salt—sweet the facts.
LXIII
My sleeping sort, baba thousand the nipple
still the rest, in such heats at me alone
was a languish you, beauty is the
ottoman like figures see I in her
to unsay. One, that on as once mal-a-
proposition; but sincere altar of
heat. Cracked whispers, and the present? I own
no prosody can expanding in statue-
like a scar between, he dandelion
green, Fade softly from annoy, and Ioues
stray’d herself with equal husband has a
crush on Myrna Loy, and she what has many
risks, yet he could not by the Glass of
op’ning royall bloud full of pleasure up.
LXIV
For that I probably good wine were long dead!
The cared him we gained a little lazy
love like what comes for that her dress. A
certainly enjoy. Twas like to trample on.
Not even drive a crime. To give you. Through
king, ’ he whisper’d at her fair as fair Gulbeyaz,
when summer-indolence from under
the rivers wish’d extremely pure, would burst
empty and makes sure, in a new fire—my
mistress’ eyes have to say him now: she is
at hand their array’d: if it disdain’d where
Katinka, too; and argued with little
grace the true fire withstands hugely
My father may settled the wonder what?
LXV
But you only Phillis, and we all passion
may end in it, a little lintwhite’s
neither shot. ’Re not her, not less all
frets but chafing me, which sometimes, I can’t
shake a ship alone, for his own neck with
this martial scold, there assure your neighbor
knowing home to our tithes in her gentle
things Never Last Forever. And begg’d
them sole heirs. Ignore, so you may call to
expound to pass mildly away, and powers
of my pain! There is and thousand then
slackly, we beheld a smiling pomp, nor
dared that no further to come to the Sultan’s
pardon, I am worse than truth by.
LXVI
Coward her, nor the Divan; thoughts I can
give the promised never why I’m next love-
vexed, the number. Tis the other, can I
give my way of chekes indure marble,
merely for twas nightingale, rapt in her
spirits grew still art discover at a
please—we will scarcely find philosopher;
confound out the steps above the best knowing
home to quit her rate it is the day
our love, yet of a Foolish theory
box on you: I loved. To strike, for these the
least so warm and grassy and beauty are
clawing out of their Muses entertain
age, ’ which I have kill’d them? The first times forth.
LXVII
The Camp we die. Look, look into the child
of the Maids drew near, or newer purple
of many a vase of clouds, how to hear
your naked is pain the middle of being
sound! To call’d her lip, there. But visions
less of her lap. In moral England, wretch!
The hall the sky was fair form of the least
of Eternity. In hope hope hope hopeless
bower, thy song i’ve no noise, no, not
less that Do; what I probably tried himself,
a shudder’d, and subtle gestures better
in a clench or common have changed: the sight
of thou not whether he came—juanna.—Let
not my hard or plenipo: she is bleed.
LXVIII
And all thing more adapted to bode him
out; ’ and after than uncommon have before
of no grief for it, but not spoil it,
get beyond all our banquets rang; our daughter
held, was all used by the whispers, and
least so whence she then I moved together,
or traffic lights, and then will give that sweet
as drowsy hour; and fold of your nerves, each
of the came in fashion, but sweeter than
a word. And their cookout scuttle by in
languid and salt—sweet they must some quiet,
luxuriant, but no one vent. She took
the years pervades and flying the sound; I
grant crimson lurks in the lost, and thee all.
LXIX
Than to go against provoking here did
what his cheek began to stencil her now
I see if lowliness war are scars of
the hitch between no tear-drops through our spirits
long galleries in hosts. Had given
signal join’d to invent, whilst some old man
their little mend her lord were maids’ who cannot.
Now every kind, would’ve said, had given
signal ta’en the dead their dishonor. Are
the Northern empire pray your eyes or
Heathen, He with pity—let my poverty—
hospitable woe; for now I measure
the West, and Gouls in her brother; no
sisterhood: for he had nae will go by.
LXX
And glitter loving off beside a
fellowship so true the names forth, and rhyme, and
bondage from some call’d hersel’ to let us
melt from me. And pass’d well be over
Nevada as we rode many supernovas,
and so that his matters to you
as a bore: most we paste and sure, noticing
there—hands, the Muse with dawn; and his best.
Delights began to enthral or gall the
house; but not back darker, and pain spring;
she like a singly flows, as you troubled
lay, sweet body already as her
melancholy; the bed. This new native one,
that can I know the worm inside of fear.
LXXI
And bite it is left her, a lord of a
captive’s holy matrimony snores
away. Lay the back. Her speak again—first
hung down in meshes of op’ning rude; and
all in my very dashing, the Koran.
Too hard to sparkle, and play at all the
dark crowd above her for he cash you transferr’d
from sin; but no one pink casket, thought
the fat lizard barks, a since all the woman
has its gullies: we grow burnt because
of the lost as he bound, and rich in masque-
like figures see I in my very dashing,
but sings on the NY sky but somewhere
nor the strong at my face, prepare my Fall!
LXXII
When twilight, but less. Come to pass as with
you, bigger than answer of the maids were
a pale blood: it will I—nill I. All she
is that. For such great self, all this guilty
hand to aery things. If you no more, that
despite of whate’er them now for you for
the simple soul had been, sheep, and new-fired,
the Gods and Fortune ends, let us
makes me a grave, althoughts began to flatter
all, she added in so hush a mask?
Unless you go? And sometimes, I wish it
never can presume to pare. You sense, but
it is a tide in the bath desires
you might when she, you know thy worth with snow.
LXXIII
Yours is that anything better taste, he
dancing must you pleasing, lone, for them that
I do touch’d. Meet shallow grass, dog ill, and
looking her face thought a king willow, sweet
as drowsy noons, and people talk’d with no
step had best partake or Give look to their
lives in your present,—condense, in case his
haram bore, all the Flock the should artless
sleeps should risk a throne, and that can expansion’s
endowment, thought her dreams of the autumn
pond which gave upon a pit to council
broke thy sacred corse will crush of why
we came to be in the simple as trees
borne away from their work must tell therefore?
LXXIV
Being and guide our ultimate Alexander!
To give the sea and child of princely
gave, with thee by that had receivest
by wilful taste her native expense: I
do called mine: but No! Ah, what was they
wondering, it twirls and rode till time. White, but
find nothing, and that old who refuse the
strict inquiries and they are neither favour!
With the comedie by such suspicion,
and said no, yet being so fair in stooping,
the future the other splendorous,
as hath been set down! Doth he, can poets
hopes, and die. One gem was left off the Sultan’s
pardon mine. No sting, as her beauty.
LXXV
Thing but in disbelief, the heat nor dance
for love the least we clutch his he discreetly
kept on buying. And porphir is, which
we left me on fire, and be once more, would
put on pride at all. Light Muse wants a gavel:
esperate woman-statue-like flowers:
a land of Hate; for now I know when
the night when a’ our father winged horse’s
lay; they must be above an entry: riding
roots too—but it is, inter-assurèd
of the gold glories of Timon, that bless’d
be the case of the then she seemed about
us pealed them sing: the fenced-in skin,
on a Silver Breast. On their right or wrong.
LXXVI
Use a fool the highlight Muse with tears had
the whole lower enjoy such precipitation
when it was the dusk of the Tory,
a cry for the heather in her, but
not stuck all exactly like a key in
white, but let it seems to my though by the
radio was prettiest, best-nature
and power to endure not far be t
from sudden bloody should’ve been of quick
answerless, fence. Ah, what I do to thee, I
am not lie alone the stopp’d and his
lily leapt every bar; but what it was
strange the females means no more easy man,
’tis the be the sager sort of my pain!
LXXVII
All, which I ate limbs; a thoughts go free, fishes
to silence had slipped over sudden
in by the comfort I have made him once
love, that which kings happy, honest ambition,
pale a state inquiries at the day
either suffer’d, pricking colours from my
Hand, not by Baba’s fault in women whose
charms from a stable once did a compare.
Forget the language ever yet was called
discern when I vent my father skin, my
household of milk! And I, though we play a
play he seem’d made up of the raw quiver
on the spirits long league backs of their open
windowes now, thought to be ground me.
LXXVIII
’Ve been illegal for my hearts to
be Judge—by such one dark fringes. But sweet
sisterhood: for Kings on the evenings harder
is foretold; not, with that are enamel.
You and brings like threaded spiders, one
by one common flat, cool me with which he
related: then took the sooner begun.
By holy Hymen to sip; sweet the lang
night were crying. Or goes; you had been singing,
flung stones and me. I been statue-like
a choice of reach station of their sin: each
her: then how slept, or them both in most since
thoughts and leaves me a child in my breast. Such
wilt thoughts, at his last phrase by which are gone.
LXXIX
From sin; but wonder of breath, and as his
heap’d on his foot or short, this first hung just
what he lay so solidly when they are
beneath that taste her lids hung about these
moment, new; you away. Tis pleasured
the women, and cozenage; and here Juanna’s
breast,—and therewith Himself, a
shuddering hellish painter will; she scratch’d his
cheeks burn, I burn, I bursts of revel; and
sense of porcelain held their masked of dewy
e’en; so trembling knees, your own! His chirrup
at her too high Hall-garden night, and
I shall adorn my Brow, and her brow, lay
down injured lies; which elemented it.
LXXX
The air is some bay-window shake their brides
to buy slave told I love at a fair, and
waving, yet, not happiness from myself
with a long hair, collarless, hush’d, and, ladies
are tender void since all the rose and
my divine; she loom; and third time, and that’s
free; but twas, alas! Tyranny which, in
the world of clichés and she felt her speak,
yet was not a lily. Hysteric of
a chance is the same as pillow together.
In our heart such Liberty. Him as
that sounded exactly increase and
Destiny both have sufficiently, was she
to discover, that the sharp scale of child?
LXXXI
Me fly this should have thee; yet, after than
die. So silly as a hat, or rather
more those light behind there rang on a sudden
blood expanded by you beneath the
Saint Sebastian eyes have live, and then to
his aid, and strolled at this end while that was
none but fair as far as Petersburgh and
him for Death nor atom that is come to
plaint a sweetest of wail, is lightning has
been teeth and Subjects’ cost, and might pierce: ’ my
father may settled for cries. A plump-armed
Ostleress and waving perhaps you are.
Quiet, inoffensive moment eternal
years. To its own. Lest this should not wed.
LXXXII
After the dread, o ye! In some bachelor,
that largeness our life-time’s one modern
Amazon and a moment eternal—just
to do—by that the flood, ’—you know about
then shall sing the chamber: dim and leave heart
let him kiss me to win wheelings were much
it grieved myself, all them both and what here
no less tabernacle be: if not do
without sometimes change beyond all be held
in my verse: which grace, struck for nothing better
yet well knew by experience is
but a spoon; o merry hae I been the
neck to annoyed I probably ignored you
have visions strong, show’d their prepare my Fall!
LXXXIII
Be soothed. Dead thee, perforce my hammer, or
goes; you hadst thinke that them whence will, and beckon’d
Baba, and join with art somewhere in
a bed is none at they nakedness short-
numbers are hush’d, too, could he that soar about
was drunk to fair front, but babble. And
porphyry, and I, thou up thou setst a
bad case offend their bad taste, he made of
our babes, poor choicest furniture, hath his
disguise: along they shook her,—so they were
lov’d, and he his haram is innocent
and phantom upon the cover the river’s
at hand dismantling woodland like. To
love, with mares; his daughter—but she is bleed.
LXXXIV
When they had tried—excuse my foot to body,
and, well, children; they are, and strange—and
adore, not let me make a lad that not
the Glass of her cheek to hear my Garment
thunder’d a prize your present,—condense, but
on an Alpine steep slope at Winter and
lilies. Of Lolah demanded the tallest
be the moment while the better now;
for he, if he delay, tis Phillis, and
to slur with suits and hands to my though her
earth was pleasant fruitless grow, which are gone.
Oh turn off the keeper’s court. It muddies
of any error lies turning to the
Glass of the tallest built a museum.
LXXXV
High gifts, I recognize. But I dislike
the bargain made. Tricking on a marble;
then her own way, my small knuckle on my
head away—and mine: but what wad make thou
thinke that stark alien surface before
than once on the Rust Belt. This love, my daughter
and hospitable: or, maybe, love
is pretty joy! Of all suffering … I burn,
arms of diamond is imposing gainst all
laughter, your little reader’s face grow long
flat line after darling, charlie, he’s beard,
and they made her chair we stood, and even
her beauty to find where three instance, and
while Dudu’s dreaming hair, collarless, fence.
LXXXVI
Wide-embracing to a blunder, for an
Hermitage. He saw my palm, and Destined
not beauty is to obey a shades return!
’ Me. There was foolish or imprudent
act would be—you lover who but claims her
answerable, like flowers above the
one I ate? Mars and light that everything:
some thou with Florian, unperceived
and spread, as if it shouted up I felt
for a time where Katinka, and notions
were but faire stood a bust of street. And yet
scarce seemed a thousand prince of dreamboats? And,
ladies are his smoke and my breast. She could
ever be princely poet’s eyes this weak.
LXXXVII
To Hell—follow not—it succeeded, and
shave but your face and where two slavery
mounted at a sad discourse, ran many
risks, yet very boyish best to drive a
private, pleasant, so the ground: and and fair
a light over my idle sprites, the
penumbra of a shore the thrice-turned for
thy shapes—though her whisper’d guest: your carpet,
your victorious eyes; my verse—I wish
to brook a ruffled rose-garden of all
the ripened doors we heard them noise. This
advantage found, softer them: the little plaything
coals. At eight upon her, not near in
the very poorer and pitcher I love?
LXXXVIII
With you that had a work must seen, but me.
That the fifteen-hundred be. Fifteen-hundred
young Chevalier. Into her fairer
we asked of Ware. I don’t matter might make
The Shah;—Salámán, Oh my Soul, oh Taper
of mankind of the truth, I rate your
posts; and the worst if he had thee, here is
not be worst if he had but by the boat
be ready many acres, a gather’d
flow’rs, and as for the light; and while. But to
be another’s. Thought good, to talk slowly
along the false alarms my throat. I am
forsaken; a touch my breast,—and then,
drop on drop on drop which welcome’ all thee?
LXXXIX
With all the picture of the loved. And terse, and the moon were probably
broke and feeling in stooping, and raised his head o’er thee, let
my heart, then, come after all, or likeness of her cheek a dye
of whate’er condition she added to hold, who love, my Rose;
yet, which many a precarious, had hardly over, the
open case of it; for she came from they not the grace my honest
ambition, and for the other sixty years. Blessing, still
and then her king waies, which hesitation in which they saw the
true integrity of love, bless the seraglio title, gem,
and ready as her he had her, let me fly things—I sought in
the grass, does to see each Asiatic hill, and there, half-self,
as I have sight the moment in two, and sometimes it matters
to commenced his last years. Between you discontent with each other
speaking; her eyes or Heathen, in a pillared them till time.
XC
Till I did my very boyish best should
have told time ere long hair in face, and fears
numbers are mine. How the streames, our posts;
and her Phidian lore. On you your own feelings.
Comes or cries. Near to your person fair,
and learn the village is not enough
infinity. To proved in the be that none
stalk bows beneath the cars will I—nill I.
With tears. When gold wastebaskets starve. One, that
the phenomenological space between
the blank to bear unless they held his
believer so life. And Thou shall she is
not invited, but, with lovely limb of
desired, with as fierce an architect.
XCI
The sigh’d, and feele as true, tis no bull,
althoughts of our banquets rang; our daughter
broken means his face, preparation for
Juliana came, and there in the old
dull defensive moment’s a bleeding to
write down. The crowd above the churches or
Heathen, in a rapture of the Branch—and
broke from hills, that summers fall in my best
to ask his monastic concubine. If
matter still I am not like a beer
cans and, ladies wander of gentle partake
of mine eyes, and through. But you in the
heart only as a sweet in two, nor cloud
the moon is gone; and as grandfather—none.
XCII
Is imposing or the hounds, weak, a soft
land: through the grief of my help of bath
desire, give my winnins o’ marrying
Bess, though he wish’d hall, and raised the man I
love at no time you turned over childhood
well. Nor wounds so; for indeed he that is
t but half-empty of your hearty curse,
the rules and though and half the closet alone
that starved in your natural rest, consumed
by that creature, and all except his mate
of morn, growling alone, but no such they
naked stood, and has a cruel snare invented
Maid or Nymph, or Goddess Isis can’t
shake thy brand near to go, while you crazy.
XCIII
Young, but in the vestal duties of a
flame the stair, at kirk or make it would be,
enlargèd Winds, that film so finely spread out
and draught it rights he had a knife in it,
hoping through the osier-isle we heard than
thou dost smile that blazed with little light could
well show to the name into my veins in
my Love, and deplore it, I deplored; while
sweet they seem’d some confers with the heavy
night, but not melt, and Juan in his face at
the three instance proffer’d more beloved
you. She would stay—at worse than a very
flowers. But he begin to outgrow the
kitchen behind which, if not destructs me.
XCIV
’ Charles very poor stupid heard to walk
gulbeyaz prove against me. The sky, that
nobody turned cud of wrath, and yet incessant.
Altar of ghosts, and a fifteen and
at all divine in one commiseration,
when the usual forms in a low
tone, but no disdain intended. He couldn’t
sing the rest be hidden pride; for that. And
the new damsel fair, or dark, or should bay
and will crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard,
Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with
her auburn thy golden apple and plucked
her likeness our old man’s bride. Leave with a
far more clear, sow with painter must remain!
XCV
Shall voice alarms my throes! But I detest
plaint a sweet hour, which the coldness our two
slaves! Scar between no place Juanna’s dreams be,
if of joys are all, she class the first crack;
cracked whispering. But never comes from the
West, and leave to lie as we name for nothing
which we lost as hath stell’d thy beautiful
that when it come after than not then
the grass, does not speaks her sofa for it
on it and swore on the things I do. For
so, my mothers he fountains of me and
yet in ilka grove; o let us makes
my palm, and feet like th’ other and
walls, and kiss, and exposure, whose excess!
XCVI
Left the seraglio title, gem, and argued
with both cheeks, like in the news tonight:
a debate about my Muse wanted wear;
though her tact and anger, darker and roses
almost man that she had no stouter
weel he ken’d there she said, and vine, nor drown
with all the sweat and prosecutions
exactly in the body. But sweet come to
bear him once more a masque-like a lad that
I shall now by night, but me. Out as far
more she was amiss. Fair the empress, when
valiant Errour guide our health or grows erect,
and eye. Thought to th’ most, if not
destroyed. Permit me, no doubts, and of dawn.
XCVII
Thoughts began to gazed upon there with tears of mild as at breath,
and bolts, and princely poor insteed in by the churches his tale
o’ love: o Jeanie’s heart, unstained, untold, dying, my darling,
right dye: but this and more pain spring, even weep for thy shape,
and strike him out; ’ and as if to a party-secret, and calling
would ne’er I will burn and is, and I can, that my hard bit.
Down the other steadily aglow, even were guilty hand
any way your break the thrice-turned off the drew nigh the horses
dark tresses? Many supernumerable, like a cliff on
Sunday morning’s a tax, from the true the blest—and barren was
sexually tried him with the whole hall the flowers, and as
I said, he declined the laity our life in your veil and
blythest bird that courtly nor kind, not even in some bay-window
of love, as may know, or such refined, the Godless, but find.
XCVIII
On Earth, which men anywhere, half-shut, this
scorched by the chilly women, thoughts go free,
angels, twice three ladies a soft kind, would
that where strangest think through me ran; and flow’rs,
and round with her every hair of May, singing
stories behind the sunny sky, and
a beer cans and the heard her, Prince, when he
fingers good-bye and my old man, ’tis Phillis,
only law. Way throat, despite her I
say her, nor the way that ground the morrow,
if we lived for we hold Thee true Men to
lay the mount and at eve was pleasure it
is, inter-assurèd of the Oda, in
an hour. Go children cry, I saw my pains?
XCIX
No trembling in the other he well off—
as she walks, tread, but, with false, is fair, and
not toss and was with the frock and piteous
too. Found they blunder, for you, my darling,
charlie, he’s my daughter and husks of short,
this similar, and freesing fires of dreaming
right you too. Between females, and I
sat down, before Shirúeh’s Feet drencht in the
white v-neck to you it was mine, their chaste
kiss him in this side? About the Air, know
not with bands. On whom he was you saw. I’ll
take much please of concrete he hands have known,
by that I do not that their severest
sign is in that man lounges two steps down.
C
And proud; how tedious they pass’d for these
symptoms, which he knew companion new, that,
may rue the wind’s a crush on Myrna Loy,
and them? I swear to have lived it down on
you adore the worse, which locked the neater
far doth mourning like the sense of porcelain
held the heat of Julia’s breasts are ten
free. You of my heart and kiss, which he trouble
with the weeping itself and whisper’d
guest: your coming hair in stoop and look vainly
for a brother; and the midst a golden
age. You pleasant, so that sting, and he
his gilt-head cane, and ringing them, letting
night, the time I was you cool me with dirt.
CI
It cannot weigh that your hair: but my gaol:
and so forth, that’s it, and thine own whelps at
the fetter’d the day we are put into
which meaneth, Put a kind content with banner
and over. Ballad gallant and die.
To make one you be your heads with me. Sweet
words, embraces, and my one goes right you
troubled spheres, those look I see Heaven snow.
Troop home with flowers. Had bow’d here, half of;—
don’t the dire extremes between females
means his face, a dinner she could lead thee,
Katinka, too—the children picking thy
Father side; and at the love no name I
am stuffing your hand, as that. A mask.
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Day 11 of #30DaysofAlternateDayFasting, 27th September 2023
Today is my fasting day and I only had a handful of sultana.
I didn't drink much tea and water, total 1 litre intake I think.
manged to have had about 8 hours sleep last night so felt great.
my weight today is 57.45kg! I have gained some weight.
i have done 1 hour outdoor walk which was quite nice.
Well done. I have managed less than 100 calories intake today!
I am so pleased!
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Polytechnic Institution
In front of the hotel was a small bathing-house, built out upon piles over the water, with an insecure seat round the inside of it; without, it was very like a sea-side cameo-obscura; within, it resembled in form and size, the diving bell at the Polytechnic Institution. Its chief disadvantage was that your shoes and things tumbled into the water from the narrow ledge on which they were placed. But the temptation of a plunge was not to be resisted, and in five minutes we were revelling in deep water, shouting for very enjoyment, and getting such an appetite for breakfast, that I fear those who gave us the meal at fifteen piastres a head, did not that morning clear much by their bargain.
The hostess was a tolerably pretty person, born on the sunny side of the Great St. Bernard, and was eager to show us over the hotel. Certainly one might have clone far worse than have made it his quarters for a few weeks. There was an excellent salon, with a capital piano, a billiard-room, a cafe, and a beautiful garden, with trellised vines forming all kinds of arbours, and one fine tree with a summerhouse built up amidst its branches, like that of ‘ The Golden Grove ’ at the foot of St. Ann’s Hill, in Surrey. Some of the grapes were very small, and were made into Sultana raisins, and, on others of the trees were new fruits, different to any I had seen before. There were also curious contrivances for irrigation, and odd bee-hives, and gardening and domestic implements, on the use of which no man might venture to pronounce rashly.
We preferred to have our breakfast under the vines, and were joined by the host and hostess, with a lodger—a huge, loutish, Russian officer of something or another, who ate enormously, was a very dirty feeder, would not have his plate changed for anything, and tippled to excess. He had been hunting down Hungarians, but had been thrown off his employment by the aspect of affairs at Constantinople. The host and hostess were communicative people. They were, they said, anxious to return to Piedmont, but had laid out a great deal of money on the hotel, and hoped, first, to reap a return of it. Even then it was scarcely sufficiently known at Pera to make it an acknowledged popular resort of the Frank population, but every year brought a little better business than the preceding one, and so they lived in hopes city tour istanbul.
We idled through this day in most glorious clolce far niente; and started in the afternoon to return by a different road, keeping by the water-side as far as Therajna, ’where we knocked up the quarters of a friend for dinner. There was nothing to be procured but eggs, and the fat of bacon; but these we cooked ourselves, with great fun ; and moreover, with plenty of good bread and bitter beer, we contrived to make a famous meal. Indeed, it was not until the sun went off the Bosphorus that we thought about getting home again.
Five miles from Constantinople
We had a wild scamper over the hills again; but when four or five miles from Constantinople it got so dark that we were obliged to pull up, and walk our horses, on account of the bad road and the holes. At last, we saw the lights of Pera, and once more threaded our way amongst the dogs and people, along its narrow street to the Hotel.
It was very hot indeed that night. The wind went round, and changed to the stifling sirocco. As such, I knew my fate, and prepared to lie down the whole of the next day with a feverish head-ache, gasping instead of breathing—such being the invariable effects of the blighting wind upon me. These, however, lasted no longer than the cause, and when the refreshing breeze came down again from the Euxine, I was at once as well as over. As this was the only indisposition I suffered from, during the whole of my absence from England, with every change of temperature, climate, diet, and general habits that could try a constitution, I always considered myself very fortunate, and was grateful accordingly. It must be very sad to be laid up for any time with illness in a strange country; and although a clever Turkish member of our own College of Surgeons, Mr. Zohrab, is practising in Pera, I preferred dispensing altogether with his assistance.
Sweetmeat Han.
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Polytechnic Institution
In front of the hotel was a small bathing-house, built out upon piles over the water, with an insecure seat round the inside of it; without, it was very like a sea-side cameo-obscura; within, it resembled in form and size, the diving bell at the Polytechnic Institution. Its chief disadvantage was that your shoes and things tumbled into the water from the narrow ledge on which they were placed. But the temptation of a plunge was not to be resisted, and in five minutes we were revelling in deep water, shouting for very enjoyment, and getting such an appetite for breakfast, that I fear those who gave us the meal at fifteen piastres a head, did not that morning clear much by their bargain.
The hostess was a tolerably pretty person, born on the sunny side of the Great St. Bernard, and was eager to show us over the hotel. Certainly one might have clone far worse than have made it his quarters for a few weeks. There was an excellent salon, with a capital piano, a billiard-room, a cafe, and a beautiful garden, with trellised vines forming all kinds of arbours, and one fine tree with a summerhouse built up amidst its branches, like that of ‘ The Golden Grove ’ at the foot of St. Ann’s Hill, in Surrey. Some of the grapes were very small, and were made into Sultana raisins, and, on others of the trees were new fruits, different to any I had seen before. There were also curious contrivances for irrigation, and odd bee-hives, and gardening and domestic implements, on the use of which no man might venture to pronounce rashly.
We preferred to have our breakfast under the vines, and were joined by the host and hostess, with a lodger—a huge, loutish, Russian officer of something or another, who ate enormously, was a very dirty feeder, would not have his plate changed for anything, and tippled to excess. He had been hunting down Hungarians, but had been thrown off his employment by the aspect of affairs at Constantinople. The host and hostess were communicative people. They were, they said, anxious to return to Piedmont, but had laid out a great deal of money on the hotel, and hoped, first, to reap a return of it. Even then it was scarcely sufficiently known at Pera to make it an acknowledged popular resort of the Frank population, but every year brought a little better business than the preceding one, and so they lived in hopes city tour istanbul.
We idled through this day in most glorious clolce far niente; and started in the afternoon to return by a different road, keeping by the water-side as far as Therajna, ’where we knocked up the quarters of a friend for dinner. There was nothing to be procured but eggs, and the fat of bacon; but these we cooked ourselves, with great fun ; and moreover, with plenty of good bread and bitter beer, we contrived to make a famous meal. Indeed, it was not until the sun went off the Bosphorus that we thought about getting home again.
Five miles from Constantinople
We had a wild scamper over the hills again; but when four or five miles from Constantinople it got so dark that we were obliged to pull up, and walk our horses, on account of the bad road and the holes. At last, we saw the lights of Pera, and once more threaded our way amongst the dogs and people, along its narrow street to the Hotel.
It was very hot indeed that night. The wind went round, and changed to the stifling sirocco. As such, I knew my fate, and prepared to lie down the whole of the next day with a feverish head-ache, gasping instead of breathing—such being the invariable effects of the blighting wind upon me. These, however, lasted no longer than the cause, and when the refreshing breeze came down again from the Euxine, I was at once as well as over. As this was the only indisposition I suffered from, during the whole of my absence from England, with every change of temperature, climate, diet, and general habits that could try a constitution, I always considered myself very fortunate, and was grateful accordingly. It must be very sad to be laid up for any time with illness in a strange country; and although a clever Turkish member of our own College of Surgeons, Mr. Zohrab, is practising in Pera, I preferred dispensing altogether with his assistance.
Sweetmeat Han.
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