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Cuddles w/ Axl Rose
Axl loved when you were in these moods. Usually touch averse every once in a blue moon you’d be extra snuggly, curled up against him any chance that you could get. The moods came on randomly and he never knew when it would happen.
But tonight you wanted to be held.
Sliding from the couch your bare feet sunk into the carpet as you headed up the stairs toward the bedroom. You stopped over the second to last step that creaked loudly if stepped on past 9PM. That was all you needed, to wake up the dog before you even got into the bedroom. His barking would alert Axl and you knew if he was awake to greet you that you’d be self conscious about sliding into bed with him.
Pushing open the door, you bit your lip as you saw him, curled in bed. He looked so at peace, the dog at his feet looking up with a cocked head as you entered, silent as a ghost. His tattoos were all showing in the pale moonlight. Faded colors and lines that had once been vibrant dulled with age. And yet, you smiled at him, still in awe of how he looked even though he had been robbed of his youth years before you had met him.
Carefully , you moved to him.
As you slipped into his bedroom, the smell of his cologne hung in the air. Rich and heavy, making you want to nuzzle against his neck to breathe him in. Your eyes opened as you watched him, unaware you were in there. Thinking you had fallen asleep on the couch again.
You shrugged your shoulders, the lightweight robe folding in ripples of silk on the floor. He only dressed you in the best, gave you the best. Not that you would know the difference between satin or silk but Axl only wanted you to have the greatest of everything. The thin chiffon and lace teddy was loose on your skin and you were gently tugging the straps down, wiggling your hips as you flowed across the floor, closer to where he was in bed.
Freezing on the open side of bed you stood, naked and unsure if you should ask permission before diving into the sheets. The fear of talking and hearing no driving you into the bed as you swam across, clinging to Axl like he was a buoy in the ocean and you’d sink without him.
The gasp of life he gave, pulled from a dream as your nose buried against the warm skin of the base of his neck, hands tucked against his chest. Your feed slid between his knees as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Having been stolen from sleep and you thrust into his arms had shocked him. But not enough that he didn’t know how to respond.
His arms were wrapping around you, tugging you just a little bit closer. Lips coming down to the crown of your head in a kiss that made your eyes squeeze shut, trying not to panic as he held you just like you had wanted him to do.
Still, the first touch always felt a little overwhelming and you had to suppress the ick feeling that left you dazed for a second, reminding yourself how nice he smelled. How warm he was. How good it was to be shown love in this way. You should feel how much it meant to him to have you here, coming to him in your touch starved manner and asking him to feed you with cuddles.
“Hi little moon drop.” His voice was low, grumbly from sleep and you thought about how it made your stomach do somersaults and your eyes drooped low, tired. People talked about bottling sounds and you knew Axl’s sleepy voice was what you would pick to get drunk off of.
He didn’t ask if something happened or made me crawl to him, no Axl was good and hugged you close. He just wanted to hold you all the time and took the times he could as gifts.
Your body was relaxed and you knew he appreciated having you soft in his arms instead of stiff like a board, which had happened on more than one occasion when you had tried to force yourself to be held. Physical touch was not your love language and it was hard for you to accept or give it since it confused you and gave you the ick feeling so much.
“Can you kiss me?” you asked for kisses though, didn’t just let him think that it was okay. Kisses were given out so infrequently that you felt the way he was breathing in, his shock unable to be hidden by this ask.
Axl’s hand slid under your chin, pulling you to look at him before sliding his lips over yours. Usually a kiss would give you the icks that had you running away but today you wanted more. Pushing your lips back against Axl’s opening them and letting your tongue poke against his.
He made that sound, his groan vibrating in your mouth and making you know that he liked kissing and it was okay to keep going. You were very good at understanding him and it helped you feel safe in situations like this, out of your comfort. He had a harder time and wanted to check in, pulling away from you as you tried to pull him back.
“More.” you demanded as he looked around, like something was possessing you and he could make sense of it if he just caught a glimpse of whatever phantom was haunting you. But you were cupping his cheeks, pulling him onto you, “more.” you whispered and Axl knew that he always would give you what you wanted.
And if you wanted more, he would give you all that you wanted and then some.
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Day 4-Return and Regrets
Traintober 2023
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Day 4-Devious
Return and Regrets
Diesel had been aware the engines of Sodor would not welcome his return. He had turned them against one of their own and no matter how strongly he had felt it justice at the time, Sodor engines will always stick together in the end. So he had been less than pleased when management had informed him he would be returning. Nonetheless, for all his other faults, Diesel would always attempt the work given him, an honest attempt at that.
Perhaps that was why he hadn't been scrapped along with the first wave of his classmates...or perhaps it had nothing to do with him at all.
He knew from hushed conversations from the workers in the yard that British Rail had told the NWR he was the only engine they could spare, despite the fact they were efficiently scrapping so many of his contemporaries. The men believed he was the one sent to punish the rebellious North Western, to cause trouble with his mere presence...he couldn't disagree. It would not surprise Diesel in the slightest if he had only been kept around for such a purpose.
The past few weeks had been...trying. He had been wheeshed, bumped, and whistled awake at every opportunity...all accidentally at that. Surprisingly the Great Western Pannier 'Montague' was the kindest, in that he ignored him, only speaking curtly to him when required by their jobs.
He...was tiring. The days without sleep were getting to him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped and was sent away. He knew that he would not be returning to a shed, but a scrapyard. He wasn't sure how he felt about his fate, to be honest. For all he had been told he would be revolutionary, his life had been...dull, insignificant,... And one of solitude. The closest he'd come to friends was his first visit to the island before he had unknowingly thrown it away. There was very little he would not have given to have postponed his trip to the island, to have arrived when he was old enough to have realized the difference between the cutthroat politics of the BR Diesels and the ultimately harmless pranks by steam engines.
His musings were interrupted by the sound of approaching steam engines. He plastered on a smile, even as his teeth grit against each other. Was he to be given no rest?
No.3 Henry reversed back onto the siding to his right, blasting him with steam as he passed, while Montague pulled to his left.
Before he could ask what the two needed a third engine arrived.
He had never met the engine that pulled in front of him before, but that did not prevent him from recognizing the blue engine. Even without the gold number ones lined in red on his tanks, Thomas the tank engine rivaled the likes of engines such as Flying Scotsman for fame and popularity.
The world's most famous tank engine surveyed Diesel for a long moment. "Hello Diesel, that is what you prefer to be called, correct?"
"Yes, my dear Thomas, it is a pleasu..."
"Stow it!" Henry barked, "We have no patience fo..."
"Henry," Thomas said firmly.
The black five glared at Thomas, "No. Thomas, I will not be quiet about this! I am not James, I realize not all diesels are like the stories from the mainland but this one is!"
That...was surprisingly hurtful. While he had certainly maligned Henry, he had never had anyone sent for scrap like some other engines had.
"You weren't there." Henry continued, "You don't know what he's like. He's manipulative, deceitful, despicable! Hes..."
"...been perfectly well mannered the entire time." Montague interrupted quietly.
"That we've seen," Henry said.
Montague rolled his eyes, "He hasn't so much as moved an axle without one of us watching him. If he had any schemes, we would know about it."
"You know what he did last time." Henry fumed.
The great western glared at the tender engine, "Perfectly well as I was the one it was done to."
Oh. Diesel had thought that long patched up, no wonder he was still so reviled if the subject was so painful.
The black 5 had the grace to look abashed. "Indeed."
Thomas spoke up, "I was not there the first time. My overhaul finished mere days before Duck's repairs, but I do know you all massively misjudged Diesel's character at the time."
"Which we cannot allow to happen again!" Henry interrupted.
The tank engine frowned at the massive green locomotive, "and what makes you think your view of him is any more accurate this time?"
Montague chuckled while Henry huffed.
Thomas sighed, "No matter, it has become clear even from my branchline this isn't working. While Diesel is doing an admirable job as a shunter, his presence is distracting all of you from your work."
Thomas looked towards Diesel again, "With the Fat Controller's permission, I'd like to offer you the chance to work on my branchline."
"You must be joking!" Henry swore.
Thomas looked irritably at him, "It is either that or send him back to the mainland where he'll be scrapped.."
"Then let him!"
Thomas's eyes flashed with anger, shining a burning gold. "You overstep by far." He said coldly.
Henry winced, "That I did. I'm sorry Caomhnóir, and more importantly, I'm sorry Diesel. That remark was out of line. No engine deserves the scrapyard."
Diesel hesitantly answered, "It is fine. I likely deserved worse than that."
Henry sighed and shook his head, "No, you didn't. No matter what, you're a fellow engine. Unless you've been getting other engines scrapped, I have no right to say such things."
Diesel shifted uncomfortably, "I can honestly say I have not. In any case, it is no worse than anything my siblings have said."
Somehow the large engine only looked more guilty upon hearing that.
"As I was saying before, "The Toryreck quarry is sending their shunter to take over pilot duties here," Thomas said, "if you agree, you'll be taking over their duties on my line. You will be shunting the quarry's trucks and running them down to the junction. Sometimes when we are busy you will take them to Knapford Harbor. Do you accept?"
A second chance on Sodor? On a line where no one knew him?
"Please."
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i get why some people are still dissatisfied with how i-no's story wrapped up in strive but i appreciate the understated tragedy of it more than any haphazard 'happy ending' alternative. did you want her to just... get used to the idea of that "dull gray future" without killing sol? to settle down with axl or something...? those dont feel very true to her character at all.
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sick Axl heck,
Ver.1~
The chilly air of April wrapped around you as you stepped into the Heck household. Your heart fluttered with excitement and concern for your boyfriend, Axl. You'd been dating for a while now, and there was never a dull moment with him. But today was different; Axl was sick, and knowing him, he'd probably be acting like the world was ending. "Axl?" you called out, peeling off your jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. The faint sound of sniffles echoed from upstairs. You followed the noise, concern knotting your brow. Pushing open the door to his room, you found Axl bundled up under a pile of blankets, looking pitifully small despite his towering frame. His normally vibrant blue eyes were dull, and his mop of black hair stuck out in every direction. "Hey, babe," you said softly, crossing the room to sit beside him on the bed. "How are you feeling?" Axl let out a dramatic groan, flopping onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. "Like death warmed over," he mumbled. You couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics. "Come on, it can't be that bad." "Oh, it is," he insisted, voice muffled by his arm. "I'm dying here, Y/N." You rolled your eyes affectionately. "Well, lucky for you, I'm here to nurse you back to health." Axl peeked out from beneath his arm, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You promise?" "Cross my heart," you replied, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. For the rest of the day, you played the role of nurse, fetching bowls of soup, fluffing pillows, and administering doses of cold medicine. Axl grumbled and complained the whole time, but you could see the gratitude shining in his eyes every time you entered the room. As evening fell, you curled up beside him under the covers, running your fingers through his hair as he drifted off to sleep. Despite his protests and dramatics, you knew he was grateful for your presence. And as you watched over him, you couldn't help but feel grateful too, grateful for the chance to take care of the big baby you loved so much. In sickness and in health, you'd always be there for each other. And with that comforting thought, you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of Axl's embrace.
ver.2~
The chilly air of April wrapped around you as you stepped into the Heck household. Your heart fluttered with excitement and concern for your boyfriend, Axl. You'd been dating for a while now, and there was never a dull moment with him. But today was different; Axl was sick, and knowing him, he'd probably be acting like the world was ending. "Axl?" you called out, peeling off your jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. The faint sound of sniffles echoed from upstairs. You followed the noise, concern knotting your brow. Pushing open the door to his room, you found Axl bundled up under a pile of blankets, looking pitifully small despite his towering frame. His normally vibrant blue eyes were dull, and his mop of black hair stuck out in every direction. "Hey, babe," you said softly, crossing the room to sit beside him on the bed. "How are you feeling?" Axl let out a dramatic groan, flopping onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes. "Like death warmed over," he mumbled. You couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics. "Come on, it can't be that bad." "Oh, it is," he insisted, voice muffled by his arm. "I'm dying here, Y/N." You rolled your eyes affectionately. "Well, lucky for you, I'm here to nurse you back to health." Axl peeked out from beneath his arm, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You promise?" "Cross my heart," you replied, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. For the rest of the day, you played the role of nurse, fetching bowls of soup, fluffing pillows, and administering doses of cold medicine. Axl grumbled and complained the whole time, but you could see the gratitude shining in his eyes every time you entered the room. As evening fell, you curled up beside him under the covers , him buried his head into your boobs, running your fingers through his hair as he drifted off to sleep. Despite his protests and dramatics, you knew he was grateful for your presence. And as you watched over him, you couldn't help but feel grateful too, grateful for the chance to take care of the big baby you loved so much. In sickness and in health, you'd always be there for each other. And with that comforting thought, you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of Axl's embrace.
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Is It Really That Bad?
Come. Gather round and listen to the legend of the Funny Vampire Director, AKA the Funny Nazi Director, AKA Taika Waititi.
Raised in the way of the director, Waititi was taught to make good movies, delivering the sort of funny and heartfelt films most can only dream of making. He directed, and he wrote, and he acted. He was sensitive, like a smile. And his love of filmmaking did not discriminate in what he could make. He once made a hilarious vampire mockumenatry that got a spin-off TV series. Another time, he proved that you could make Blazing Saddles in the modern day, except with Nazis!
But Waititi's greatest achievement was cameoing in The Suicide Sqaud. Oh, wait. No. It was making a good Thor movie, of all things. But sadly, in making a good Thor movie, he set himself up for failure with the sequel. In fact, he set himself up for spectacular failure. Mediocre reviews. Audience backlash. Criticism from the actors and directors. And bad reviews from all sorts of internet guys, again and again and again. And again.
Poor Waititi had to watch the internet’s respect for him explode. And then he said, 'What have I done?' It seemed that everything he’d worked for with Thor, he lost. And so he maybe got fired by Marvel and went back to making real movies for a change. But just because he was done with Marvel, didn't mean he was done with superheroes. He teamed up with James Gunn and set off to deliver the most powerful and thematic line in The Suicide Squad. He got in shape, putting in the hard yards to become a respected filmmaker again. Taking pains into gains and never skipping the chance to direct a movie based on Tower of Terror. He put in the work to go from the butt of jokes to a guy who would hopefully deserve an Oscar win.
But with all that being said, there was still a confused reviewer just trying to figure out if maybe the backlash to Thor: Love and Thunder was a bit overblown. Because really, this movie couldn’t possibly be as shitty as The Dark World, which committed the sin of wasting Christopher Eccleston. So he sat down and gave the movie a rewatch, accepting he was only good for one thing... Determining that age old question, 'Is Thor: Love and Thunder really that bad?'
THE GOOD
So maybe this is a hot take, but I really did enjoy Jane’s return and her romance with Thor and find it to be one of the film’s best aspects.
Now, don’t get me wrong, a lot of the writing here is clunky and poor Natalie Portman is saddled with a lot of really stupid dialogue now that she’s the Mighty Thor. But seeing her and Chris Hemsworth act off each other again in a less dull and restrictive fashion is so nice, and seeing Portman kick ass is a lot of fun too. She even wields Mjolnir in some pretty creative ways here! And her death is actually a genuinely powerful and touching scene that they don’t immediately fuck up with a lame joke.
The soundtrack, while not even close to touching the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtracks, is filled with Guns N’ Roses banger after banger. I grew up listening to these guys, so honestly I’m predisposed to like any scene where they play one of my favorite tracks by them.”Sweet Child O’ Mine,” “November Rain,” “Paradise City,” and “Welcome to the Jungle” are all whipped out at just the right time to keep my attention from flagging completely, so I’ll give them props for that. They aren’t the most inspired choices, but I’m a sucker for classic Axl.
The Axl above? Decidedly less so. Still, despite this film’s reputation for really bad effects and really bad costumes and just in general looking embarrassingly cheap because Disney abuses the animators, there are some extremely cool visuals here and there. The shot of Falligar the Behemoth in particular is so good they slapped it into every trailer, and a climactic battle on a monochrome planet looks way too good to be in this movie. But by far the most fantastic thing is the comic-accurate depiction of Eternity.
And of course, I would be remiss to not praise Christian Bale’s performance as Gorr the God Butcher. The man immediately has you hooked with the opening scene, which details his backstory and shows how he began his vendetta against all the deities of the Marvel universe. Then we have his fantastic climactic confrontation with Thor on the black-and-white planet, and then there is his final scene before Eternity. Each and every time he shows up, it’s completely clear that Bale is giving it his all and acting his pussy off, giving a performance that is honestly kind of astounding considering what’s going on around him.
THE BAD
Unfortunately, while Gorr is a fantastic performance, he suffers from the fact his character has absolutely no cohesion and is barely in the film. He shows up for maybe one big fight in the first hour, then completely disappears from the film until the third act, during which time he just sits around with a bunch of children and terrifies them. And despite being “The God Butcher,” we see him butcher precisely one single god in the whole film, and that’s in the film’s opening. Groot has as many onscreen god kills as Gorr. That’s fucking pathetic. Bale’s magnificent performance is strong when it counts, but so much of the dramatic moments feel unearned because he hardly does anything outside those moments. The fact they cut out so much material including him meeting with Peter Dinklage’s King Eitri and Jeff Goldblum’s Grandmaster, really stings. Would it have been a crime to cut out those annoying fucking goats and instead give Gorr more to do like, oh, butchering gods?
It doesn’t help that the story never actually refutes any of Gorr’s points. Every other god we see in the film is egotistical, hedonistic, a coward, or all three at once, with even Thor reverting into a corny blowhard for much of the movie. Zeus is pretty much emblematic of this problem; while I actually did enjoy Russell Crowe’s performance (even if it is, ultimately, a half-baked attempt at recapturing the magic of Grandmaster from Ragnarok), the fact that Zeus is nothing more than a blowhard more concerned with orgies and showing off to all the other gathered deities just kind of proves Gorr right. The gods don’t care, they are refusing to help their followers, and frankly the universe would probably be a lot better if it was littered with Knowheres instead of having these horny clowns prancing about.
Then we have the Guardians. The glorified cameo from the Guardians of the Galaxy that was hyped up in all the marketing. Despite being in the movie for maybe ten minutes and despite Star-Lord having 95% of all the lines between them, nearly every single one of them feels completely out of character. Star-Lord, on the other hand, actually feels like he was rerailed in time for Gunn to take the reigns back, but it doesn’t make up for how awkward and pointless it all feels. Although it is incredibly hilarious that after all of them spent Infinity War fawning over him they all now seem to barely tolerate him, with it being confirmed none of them kept in contact with him after the events of this film. I honestly don’t blame them.
A lot of returning characters really suffer. King Valkyrie gets it pretty bad since her subplot where she searches for love was dropped, leading to her feeling really superfluous in the plot. Lady Sif gets it even worse, with her barely even being in this movie; one has to wonder why they even bothered keeping her alive. Thor gets hit especially bad here, because he seems to have reverted from his post-Ragnarok characterization all the way to pre-Thor characterization, with all his hedonism, goofing, gallavanting, insecurity, and egotistical traits ramped up to maximum levels.
But the most divisive returning character of all is Korg. Korg became a fan-favorite due to his appearances in Ragnarok and Endgame, where he was genuinely a funny comic relief character who juxtaposed his intimidating rock golem design with a friendly demeanor and the chipper voice of director Taika Waititi. The thing is, both of those films used him sparingly, so that when he got a lame joke it wasn’t so bad because it’s one up against dozens of good ones. Here though he gets to be a main character and even the narrator, and boy does he get old pretty quickly. The thing is, though, that even if he’s not particularly funny here… I still like Korg. He’s just too damn charming, As lame as his jokes are, as lame as his fake out death is, as pointless as he ends up feeling to the plot, I just can’t hate the guy. I guess it helps that he gets to be Disney’s 52nd First Gay Character, but actually for real this time because in the end he gets to make a baby with a rock guy named Dwayne. I also really like the theory that the reason the whole film is corny is because Korg is narrating it, and he’s an unreliable narrator peppering the story with lame jokes and underplaying elements that should matter. Does it save the whole movie? No. Does it make Korg any funnier? Also no. Does it add an interesting layer that at least keeps me from wanting Korg dead? Yes, yes it does.
And really, every single problem here is something that was there in Thor: Ragnarok. Zany comedy? A terrifying, threatening villain with a murderous vendetta who gets weirdly underplayed and barely interacts with the heroes? A villainous character played entirely for jokes? Jokes that completely and utterly destroy the tension of any given scene? The big difference is that in Ragnarok, at least some of the jokes were funny, and Thor had more interesting characters to bounce off of. And maybe most importantly, that film knew when to dial back the comedy to let cool or emotional moments breathe. And maybe even more importantly than that, it knew to keep Korg to a minimum. This film doesn’t do that at all, with nonstop gags undercutting nearly every dramatic moment. It’s ultimately hard to give a shit about anything going on when the characters give so little of a shit about it that they’re cracking jokes.
And let me tell you, if you couldn’t already tell, the jokes are fucking bad. This is basically what would happen if you asked Seltzer & Friedberg to make Marvel Movie. This is the epitome of all those jokes about Marvel dialogue having the characters go “Well that just happened!” to the point where I’m shocked it’s not actual dialogue. The horrendously unfunny screaming goat meme is a pivotal plot point in this movie; that’s the quality of jokes we’re dealing with here. And while there are a few decent jokes here and there, there’s just too many fucking jokes to pay them any mind.
IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?
Somehow this is one of the most overhated and yet rightfully disliked films ever made.
Like, Schafrillas was right to call this the Shrek the Third of Thor films. It’s not funny, it derails beloved characters, it’s incredibly annoying, it wastes a good villain, and the writing is just so hackneyed and ridiculous. This is absolutely not a good film at all. But the way you hear some people talk about it you’d think this film killed their grandma.
Like I know bad comedies are some of the worst kinds of films out there, and this film is definitely horrendously unfunny at every opportunity, but it has just enough good ideas and just enough strategic deployment of Guns N’ Roses songs that it just barely manages to be passable in my eyes. I definitely think this is a mediocre movie, and it is emblematic of everything a bad Marvel movie can be. But at the same time, it manages to be unfunny in ways I didn’t think were possible from a director and cast this talented. I’ll be honest, on my second watch through of the movie I was more bored than infuriated with this film. It has its moments, but it’s absolutely one of the weakest efforts Marvel has ever put out.
This film is pretty much what critics once accused Batman & Robin of being: An overindulgent, campy, unfunny smear on a cool hero. As you well know by now, I don’t agree with them on that, but it’s a somewhat fitting descriptor for Love & Thunder. I don’t think it’s a smear on Thor, who has been way too inconsistent for me to get mad about him being taken in some wild direction, but overindulgent, campy, and unfunny are pretty apt. Still, I don’t think this is nearly as bad as a lot of people say. It’s not bad in a “crime against humanity” way, at worst it’s bad in a “I know the people making this are capable of better and I kinda feel like this is the fault of studio executives at Disney” kind of way. If you like it, sure, that’s valid! I don’t think there is no value in this film at all, especially compared to some stuff I’ve reviewed for Is It Really That Bad. But if I never have to see this movie again, I won’t exactly lose sleep over it, and I’m sure many people feel the same.
Still, I’d have to have a heart of stone to not find the ending, which features Thor and his adopted daughter (played by Hemsworth’s own daughter) becoming a cute little superhero team and getting a corny title drop right before the credits, really sweet. Yeah, it’s not a good movie, but at least it’s better than the first two Thor movies or the unseasoned oatmeal that is Eternals.
#Is it really that bad#IIRTB#Thor#Thor: Love and Thunder#Taika Waititi#Chris Hemsworth#Natalie Portman#Christian Bale#Marvel#Disney#MCU
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Tis the MFing Season
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Set in 1994. Duff is 30 and Izzy is 32. I changed Duff’s family dynamic to where Duff has an older brother: Bruce, 43, and two older sisters: Tina,35, and Christine,40. his mom’s name is Alice and there is no father figure in the picture
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Duff couldn't believe he had stooped this low, but here he was sitting next to Izzy on the beat-up couch in their beat-up apartment. “Please Iz,” Duff pleaded, “I already told my mom I was bringing someone to Christmas this year, I can't go back on that now.” Izzy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “get Axl to do it,” Izzy shooed away the blonde.
Duff cringed at the thought, “You don't understand, man-” Izzy cut him off mid-sentence, “I do understand; you are desperate and begging me to accompany you to Seattle for your family’s Christmas party. Well, guess what? It's not happening”
Duff knew it was stooping low but if this were what it had come to he would just have to pull out the puppy dog eyes. “Don't look at me like that,” Izzy said plainly, “you look stupid.” despite his friend's words he continued to press, “Please. Please! PLEASE!”
Izzy stood up from the couch and sighed. “Fine,” he said, giving up, “I'll go with you, but I'm not going to enjoy it!” he accused. Duff jumped up in excitement, “Trust me, there's never a dull moment with my family.” he joked before walking away to pack his bags.
Izzy felt a single moth flutter in his stomach. He cursed himself for letting his stupid feelings get in the way of his morals. He was 32 years old, damnit. He shouldn't let his childish crush get in the way of his rational decision-making. Izzy had no idea how this was going to go.
I mean, fake dating? Really? What was he, a middle schooler? He retorted in his mind. He must be half out of his mind to have agreed to this. nonetheless, he did… and he had to go pack his bags as well. This will go swell!
The plane ride to Seattle was less than terrible. First, he forgot his walkmen, secondly, he had to sit behind a guy who obviously did not care about his legroom, finally, Duff slept on his shoulder the entire time. ‘Why would that be such a problem,’ you ask. Well for one, Izzy sat completely still for a 3-hour flight, going absolutely insane. That wasn't even the least of it when they got to Seattle, it was 40 degrees outside.
As they stepped off the plane into the piercing cold air, Duff sighed happily and Izzy groaned. “How are you so happy?” Izzy grumbled. “It's colder than a polar bear's toenail.”
“Im home,” Duff replied with a warm grin that brought a tinge of heat to Izzy’s cheeks.
When they stepped off the airport grounds, they saw a group of people with signs saying their names. Duff chuckled at the signs and ran up to hug the older lady of the group, who Izzy assumed was Duff’s mother.
After a couple of exchanges of “Welcome home,” and “I'm glad to be here,” they caught a glimpse of Izzy standing nervously a few feet away. They all shared a look of equally perplexed as they were excited. Duff got wind of their confusion and decided to properly introduce Izzy to his family.
“Guys, this is Izzy,” he said to his family members, “Izzy, this is Bruce, Tina, Christine, and my mother Alice.”
Izzy nodded in acknowledgment and extended his hand out to Alice, “It is very nice to meet you, Mrs. McKagan,” he smiled kindly and genuinely, “You’ve raised up a very lovely person.”
Alice accepted the compliment and shook Izzy's hand, “it's wonderful to meet you as well, Mr Stradlin”
“Please, ma'am, call me Izzy” Izzy requested. now it was Duff's turn to swoon over his best friend. He shifted his weight from side to side wondering if anyone noticed the slight blush that crept upon his face.
Bruce looked at Izzy, then to Duff, then back at Izzy, completely addled “Hold up,” he interjected, “Izzy is a dude?”
Both Duff and Izzy were taken aback by this question, “Of course, Izzy’s a dude. Why wouldn't he be?” There was an uncomfortable pause and the air was thick for a second. Then it dawned on him. Duff chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, “I guess I didn't specify if Izzy was a girl or a boy. Sorry,”
“Duff I didn't know you were gay,” Tina spoke up. Duff laid his head in the palm of his hand. “Tina,” he sighed, “I came out when I was 16.”
this wasn't news to Izzy because, duh, Duff was gay. Why else would he ask Izzy of all people to be his “date”? But at the same time, why not slash? They're pretty buddy-buddy. Could it be, maybe, Duff actually likes Izzy? No, that would be absurd.
Part 2 - Sleepy Drive Home
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The steady beat of last Christmas by wham! Flooded the ears of the passengers. The car ride to Duff's childhood home wasn't the worst, but Izzy was exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, he was falling asleep while sitting up.
“Iz,” Duff whispered, calling the attention of the crow-haired male; there was no reply, “Izzy! Wake up, we’re here,”
Izzy hummed and popped back to life “What?” His voice was groggy and filled with sleep. Duff couldn't help but chuckle at Izzy's sleepy nature; Needless to say, it was adorable. He was so sound and peaceful that Duff dreaded waking him up.
“Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart,” Duff spoke softly as he propped Izzy up, slinging one of his arms around his shoulder. “God, you're heavy!” he exclaimed, knowing Izzy wasn’t in the mind to snap back.
Once in the house, Duff struggled to help Izzy take his coat off and get him into bed. Duff turned around to his family who were all watching the scene unravel, “im gonna get this one to bed he’s had a long day.” they all mumbled quick okays as the two boys retreated to the guest room.
At this point Duff was also extremely tired; too tired to give a hoot about how there was only one bed for them to stay in for the next week. Duff threw Izzy down on the bed, soon following suit.
The room was silent, the only noise being Izzy’s soft snores. But Duff couldn't seem to fall asleep there was so much on his mind. “Izzy?” Duff turned to the side to face him, “Izzy, are you awake?”
Izzy also turned to his side so that they were face to face, “I am now,” he grumbled. Duff let out a sigh of relief, he wasn't alone.
“It's Christmas Eve tomorrow…” the blonde stated. Izzy nodded in acknowledgment, “I know…”
“You don't seem excited. what's wrong?” Duff pressed.
“I dunno…” Izzy breathed, “I guess I just never really liked Christmas time.”
duff looked taken aback, how could someone not like Christmas?! He said in his mind. He placed a reassuring hand on top of Izzy's.
“You see, I didn't have the best childhood,” he went on to explain, “when I was born I was a crack baby, but her own son coming out an addict didn't stop my mom from quitting. Not at all. When I was 13 she overdosed, leaving my dad to take care of me and my two younger brothers, Kevin and Joe. My dad worked three jobs just to provide for me and my brothers. I remember scrounging up as much money as I could to buy them at least one gift on Christmas because as far as toys went that's all they had. So when I think of Christmas I think of absent parents and loneliness.” When he spoke Izzy's voice was barely above a whisper, full of sadness and regrets.
“Iz…” Duff felt apologetic for bringing up the subject, “Iz, that's terrible, I'm so sorry.”
“Don't be,” Izzy gave Duff's hand a squeeze, “it's not your fault. Now go to sleep.” And so they slept, hand in hand, Feelings bubbling about in their hearts.
Part 3 - Christmas Eve morning
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The next morning Duff woke up like, well, a kid on Christmas Eve. He was quick to notice his and Izzy’s sleeping arrangements; with Izzy spooning Duff in his sleep- You'd think with how tall Duff is he'd be the big spoon, but I guess not- A familiar heat spread to Duff’s ears as he rolled over to be face to face with the crow haired male.
He shook Izzy awake, “Izzy!” he exclaimed softly, “Izzy, you've got to wake up. It's Christmas Eve!”
Izzy grabbed onto Duff's waist, unconsciously searching for warmth, “No, it’s not.” He grumbled. Duff couldn't help but chuckle, lovingly. Abruptly came Duff’s entire kinship, along with his mother holding the camcorder.
Great, duff thought, this was somehow getting back to Axl, so that he could torment them for the rest of their lives.
“Awe!” his mother cooed, as Duff stood up trying to find clothes. He'd have to talk to her about personal space later. A mass of messy black hair shot up off the pristine pillows, “what the hell is going on?” he queried. “Merry Christmas Eve, sleepy heads!” Christine honed in.
Now that Duff was fully dressed he strung the blind open, letting the sun stream through. Izzy groaned, sitting up in bed and glaring up at Duff. The family members started getting bored of watching the two “lovers” scramble to get themselves together and started leaving one by one.
“What time is it?” Izzy asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eye. “It's early enough for my whole family to catch us cuddling,” Duff teased, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“We were not cuddling,” said Izzy,
“You were literally spooning me!” Duff snapped back playfully.
“Shut it, Mckagan!” Izzy stepped closer, all in good nature.
“Make me, Stradlin.” Duff also took a step closer, their warm breath mingling. It was an unspoken challenge to see who would back away first. It was Izzy. He couldn't take the tension anymore, not when real feelings were behind it.
“Ha!” Duff said, victoriously, “I gotchu!”
Izzy just smiled, rolled his eyes, and walked out into the living room, where the family sat in a circle on the couch. “What did we miss?” Duff raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, boys!” Alice spoke gleefully, “Perfect timing, I've got a job for you two.”
Duff looked at her intrigued, while Izzy… not so much. “Of course! what is it, ma?”
“You two boys will be in charge of my last-minute Christmas shopping!” she said as if it were the greatest gift to be given this holiday season.
“I love Christmas shopping!” Duff squealed with delight
“I hate Christmas shopping,” Izzy muttered under his breath so that only Duff could hear.
“It's settled then,” Alice clapped her hands together, handing Duff the list, “you boys go out to town and get all these things from the market,”
“Will do!” Duff gave a quick sweet smile to Izzy as they slipped on their heavy coats. He loved causing izzy agony, but this time that wasn't the case. This time he had a mission; a mission to make Izzy love Christmas- along with other things along the way. Hearing about why Izzy didn't like Christmas shattered Duff's heart to pieces and he was determined to change that fact.
Part 4 - Holiday Market
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By the time they got to the market, it was already dark. if you ask Duff, it was the perfect time because they got to see the lights. If you asked Izzy he would probably say that it was loud and he wanted to go home. He could barely hear the soft piano playing over the hundreds of people talking, shouting, and yelling.
Duff took notice of Izzy's nervous behavior and looked at him concerned, “Are you okay?” He spoke quietly and softly. Izzy shook his head ‘no’ and sighed.
The blonde looked at Izzy with uncertainty, showing brief hesitation, before grabbing ahold of his hand. Izzy snapped his head up, “is this better?” Duff asked, looking concerned. Izzy nodded and smiled coyly. And just like that everything was fine, they could enjoy the holiday market together.
About halfway through the list, Duff stopped in his tracks, “you good?” Izzy looked at him puzzled
“Yeah…” Duff said shyly, “Listen, how about we split up for a bit, yeah?”
Izzy gave him a knowing look, “no,” he said bluntly, “you're not getting me a gift, duff.”
“Whaaaaat?” Duff said, his tone giving away his lies, “I’m not- I just- uh- I-”
Izzy snorted, “I guess I should get your gift too…”
Duff's whole demeanor changed, “great! So we’ll meet back here in an hour?”
“Yeah,” Izzy sighed and they went their separate ways.
Part 5 - Gift Exchange
[im screaming at this part, it's so cute ^_^]
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They made it back to Duff’s mom’s house after going way over budget- it was all Duff’s fault, I swear. People chattered happily and announced it was time for a Christmas Eve tradition where you open 1 gift from someone else. Duff was ecstatic; he liked receiving gifts but he loved giving them. They all settled down in the living room, in a circle. went down the line opening gifts and Duff made sure he and Izzy were last.
It finally came to their turn and Duff smiled warmly handing Izzy a very neatly wrapped box, izzy smiled even wider and accepted the gift only to hand one back to Duff. It was extremely messy, so messy that im pretty sure it had more tape than wrapping paper. Duff’s eyes went wide and socked Izzy's shoulder.
“Ow!” Izzy interjected.
“I told you not to get me anything!”
“Well I did,” Izzy said, turning up his nose, “so open it. “
“Not until you open yours!”
“No, you first!”
they went back and forth until Bruce rolled his eyes “God, you are children! Open them at the same time.” He suggested. The two boys looked at each other and just like that an agreement was made. Once they tore into the gifts they both paused in shock. They had just essentially bought each other the same thing.
“How much did you pay for this?!” Izzy inquired, looking down at the shiny ring.
“How much did you pay for this?” Duff replied, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Cristine peered over to the boxes and shouted out, “OH. MY. GOD. DUFF IS PROPOSING!” The entire room gasped in unison and Izzy's face suddenly felt hot. He looked at Duff with an ‘Are you serious right now?!’ look.
“No, no, no, no!” Duff tried to explain, but his mom had already pulled out the Polaroid camera, “it is not a proposal! See, he doesn't even have it on his right finger!” Duff lifted Izzy’s hand to show his family. He did have it on the wedding ring finger. Whoops!
“Why would you put it on that finger, iz?”
“I dunno which finger it's supposed to go on, I've never been proposed to before!”
^ These are the rings ^
Part 6 - Missile Toad
“This eggnog is great,” Duff slurred his words, “Iz, you should try it.” he held up the glass to Izzy’s lips.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Izzy said, denying the glass “I’d like to keep my sobriety around your family.”
“Awe,” Tina cooed, “The lovebirds are under the missile toad!”
“Pardon?” Izzy gave her a puzzled look as if she were speaking another language, “the what now?”
Duff gasped dramatically and looked above their heads, “The missile toad!”
“Don't you mean the mistletoe?” Izzy questioned, starting to think they all drank the spiked eggnog.
“No, silly,” Christine piped up, “it's our family tradition, when two people stand under the missile toad they’re gonna fall in love… look like that's already happened,” she chuckled, gesturing to Duff who was bent over clinging to Izzy's arm.
“Yeah…” Izzy looked at Duff wistfully, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, “he sure is something, isn't he?”
Duff looked surprised by Izzy action, “you missed,” Duff whispered. Izzy looked at the blonde, slightly confused but when he puffed out his lips and stared down at Izzy’s, he got the idea.
Izzy scanned the room to see if anyone was watching, and when he saw they weren't he leaned over placing a sweet kiss on Duff's forehead. After a couple of seconds, Izzy pulled back, “Duff, you're not in the right mind.”
Duff gave him a small pout “Yes I am!” he attested.
“No, love,” Izzy sighed, “let's get you to bed it's late.”
“But-” Duff tried to object, but Izzy interrupted him with an offer he couldn't turn down, “I'll let you watch Die Hard,” said Izzy.
Duff’s smile widened, “okay!”
As they retreated into the guest room alice, Duff’s mom, followed after them, “Hey, izzy?”
Izzy turned around at the sound of his name “Yes ma’am?”
The older lady sighed and smiled, “please be careful with his heart,” she requested with sorrow painting her voice, “it's just… he’s had it rough.”
Izzy smiled completely understanding what she was talking about, “Of course, I could never do anything to hurt him,” he said knowing every word was the truth, “ever.”
And with that note izzy and Duff went to their room to watch the world's most action-packed Christmas movie.
Part 7- Big Brother
The moment Duff’s head hit the pillow he was out, but for some odd reason, izzy couldn't seem to settle the thoughts in his head. He walked out of the guest room and into the kitchen where he found druce, sipping on a hot cup of tea.
“You couldn't sleep either?” izzy asked trying to create small talk.
“Yeah…” Bruce’s mouth opened and his brow furrowed slightly as if he were going to say something important, “listen,” Izzy looked up, preparing himself for the ‘big brother’ talk.
Bruce shifted his weight from side to side “You know I know you and Micheal… I mean duff arent really together, right?”
“No…” izzy said wide-eyed, “I thought we were doing pretty good at keeping up the act”
“No, yeah, You are. I can just see past it all,” izzy nodded, “but i can tell how much you care about him and how much he cares about you.”
Izzy wasn't quite following, “What are you trying to get at?”
“I just want to say thank you.” izzy looked at him confused
thank you? His thoughts buzzed, why is he thanking me?
“You see,” Bruce continued, “Mikey is my younger brother; my only brother. And, well, he hasn't had the easiest life. When he is with you I can see all the love and excitement in his eyes that I haven't seen in a long time.” Brue patted Izzy's shoulder, “Keep it up… and uh… he’ll keep you around.”
Izzy nodded in agreement “You want some coffee?” Bruce offered.
“Yeah, thanks,” Izzy said.
Part 8 - Santa Baby (I ran out of names)
Duff woke up on Christmas morning with his head pounding, but the worst thing was that he was alone and cold. duff stumbled into the living room where he saw izzy sitting by the fireplace wearing the single most ugly Santa sweater he had ever seen. Izzy didn't seem to mind though. The usual scowl on his face was replaced by a genuine smile and, boy, was it contagious. Izzy noticed Duff standing by the doorway and made his way over to the blonde.
“G’morning, sleepyhead!” izzy said softly, placing a small kiss on Duff’s cheek.
“Morning.” Duff groaned.
“You ready for Christmas, dear?” izzy asked.
Duff grumbled a tiny “my head hurts…” and izzy was already handing him a pain pill and a glass of water.
“You're an angel,” Duff chuckled as he glanced down at Izzy’s lips. Izzy raised a brow, smirked, and then held a missile toad above Duff’s head. A small heat crept on Duff's face as izzy leaned in. Duff leaned in slightly, his eyes flickering from Izzy's lips to his eyes.
“Is this okay?” izzy asked in a whisper.
They were so close to each other that their breaths mingled. duff nodded as izzy closed the gap between them, placing a comforting hand on Duff’s cheek. Duff felt his eyes flutter shut as he melted into the surprisingly passionate kiss. izzy smiled against Duff’s lips as the room roared with cheers.
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How about Five American Engines? Is that part of your ERS? Is it the 5 I would expect (*counts on fingers* Caitlin, Connor, Porter, Hank... erm... I'm blanking... Philip?)
Five American Engines sort of fills a weird space in my mind and in general. It's technically not part of my ERS series, but it's done in that style and would technically fit in that world.
The base premise was a heritage line in the USA looking to preserve some of the steam engines being withdrawn at the end of the 1950's.
And I'll keep at least some of the characters a secret for now - but what I can give is part of the first story in the bunch that I wrote:
Hank sat on his siding, watching as the engine in the siding a couple tracks across from him was dragged away to be scrapped. To his left sat a little experimental Boxcab engine – one who didn’t really seem to grasp what was going on.
“Is he also going to the sheds? Can we go?! It’s cold out here.”
“No Philip, you don’t want to go to the sheds,” Hank said gently. “It’s not nice in the sheds.”
“Well at least in the sheds we wouldn’t be covered in damp! And there’s a weed growing under me – it’s tickling my axle.”
“Philip, listen to me. And listen to me well,” Hank said. “You NEVER want to go into the sheds here. Stay in this siding. Please. And keep it down. Do not attract attention.”
“But they might let us in the shed!”
“You don’t want that, remember?”
“Oh. Okay.”
Hank sighed, and looked up. The sky was a dull grey, dreary and threatening. If they were lucky, the rain would only last for a few minutes. Or maybe it would go on all night. Then he really might rust through. The engine on his other side looked over.
“You’ll have to tell him eventually,” she murmured. “You can’t protect the experimental forever.”
“I can try,” Hank replied sombrely.
The year is 1959, and all across the USA, steam engines are being withdrawn and placed in cold, damp sidings. They watch as their friends are taken into the sheds – and never return.
Hank is one of these engines. He had worked for the Pennsylvania Railroad faithfully since the First World War, pulling passengers and then freight. He’d raced the Hudsons across the Eastern Seaboard, then enjoyed quieter workings along the lakefront. Now he awaited his fate.
Or, he did, until he saw a well-dressed gentleman in grey breeches and a top hat stride into the scrapyard, staring up at the engines in wonderment.
“Hello?” he called. The man looked over.
“Are you a K4?” asked the man, wandering over. “Quite the specimen! And look, some sort of experimental boxcab design. Both of the Pennsylvania Railroad of course – such good condition too! Why yes, you will be perfect.”
“I… beg your pardon sir?” said Hank slowly. The man looked up at Hank and beamed.
“I’m Sir Robert Norramby of Sodor, and I want to preserve you!”
#ttte hank#ttte philip#Sir Robert Norramby#usa#American engines#American steam engines#Scrap#ask answered#fanfiction writer#pennsylvania
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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals
Got a couples tags for this one, so thank you, @andromedaexists, @eli-writes-sometimes, and @mariahwritesstuff! I'm gonna pass it on with soft tags to @axl-ul, @zoya-writes, @traveler-of-realms, @littlepatchofhell, @magic-is-something-we-create, @penspiration-writing, @thetruearchmagos, @witherednightmare, @zmwrites, @writingpotato07, @regalserpent, @fearofahumanplanet, @pluttskutt, @smzeszikorova, and @the-finch-address, as well as an open tag in anyone wants to join in! I'm well aware I'm a bit behind on this one lol
Since I had multiple tags, in addition to my own answers I'm gonna answer half of the questions for an oc and the other half for another oc. I'm gonna use the brothers Riley and Jimmy from my unnamed WIP (and it's unnamed sequel! *sob*)
⚠️ really long post, sorry! ⚠️
My answers
Are you named after anyone?
Not to my knowledge. My mom was pretty random about names—my oldest sibling wasn’t named after anyone at all whereas my second oldest sibling was named after two different people
When was the last time you cried?
I genuinely do not remember but I know it was a really long time ago
Do you have kids?
No, thank goodness, because while I’d be a better parent than most parents I see in public, I very very much do not want that. I get worn out by nothing, I really could not handle a whole actual human child
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Yes. I’ve been told I have a dry humor (to which I responded “well, yeah, I grew up in a landlocked state.” He laughed the whole way back to his office lmao)
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Whether they seem happy or not
What’s your eye color?
Dark blue, but I have sectoral heterochromia in my right eye! The different color is brown, and there are three sections of it, so it looks like I have a brown star in that eye! My heterochromia and my hair have always been my favorite things about myself lol
Scary movies or happy endings?
This is circumstantial for me. I don’t really have a preference betwixt these options on their own. Curse of the Black Pearl scared the shit out of me when I was…however young I was when it first came out, I don’t remember and I don’t wanna math my age, but—it scared me then (that was before I learned I have severe kinemortophobia; I can handle CoBP skeletons now) and now it’s one of my all-time favorite movies. Alternatively, Return of the King technically has a happy ending cuz they succeed at destroying the Ring, and that is also one of my favorite movies of all time. I would need more info about the movie to make my pick, but I do prefer action and comedy, so happy ending? Most labeled scary movies are really dull to me and only rely on jumpscares (which annoy me illimitably).
Anyway, I’ll shut up about this question cuz that ended up really long; sorry!
Any special talents?
Uhhh rambling, I guess lmao
Where were you born?
Arkansas, although I have never actually lived in that state. I am grateful for that
What are your hobbies?
Writing. Reading. Games—video, board, card, outdoor. Procrastinating writing 😔
Have you any pets?
Yesss! I have always had dogs and sometimes cats, and as of now, I have two buppy and the dumbest kitty I’ve ever had. She will literally run face-first into the wall and doesn’t always catch herself when you slowly lower her to the floor in that sliding motion, like you’re pouring water from your hands. She has landed on her face—multiple times!!—from that because she apparently doesn’t think landing on her paws is important. She's so dumb, it's great
What sports do you play/have played?
Softball when I was peewee. Since then, I haven’t been on any actual teams, but I have dabbled with mini golf and yard football (I have a good spiral but I do not have the yeet)
How tall are you?
5’8, close to 5’9 I think?
Favorite subject in school?
English cuz I got good grades in it lmao outside of quizzes and tests, I always loved reading about biology and I really enjoyed my psychology classes
Dream job?
Writer tbh, with like a side gig at an animal sanctuary or smth
For Riley. He’ll take the odd numbers
Are you named after anyone?
When his biological mother was young, she had a dog that she loved more than anything; had it throughout her teen years and even a couple years into her twenties. It was rough on her when the dog passed, but not long after that, she had her firstborn with her husband. She never considered any name other than what her dog had been called—Riley Zeke
(3) Do you have kids?
Yes, although that’s a very sensitive topic for him
(5) What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Behavior and how they communicate with those around them
(7) Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings. He was a big fan of scary movies when he was a dating teen tho lol
(9) Where were you born?
Alabama, although when his biological parents died, he and his brother were moved up north to their paternal grandmother. He had a bit of an accent when he was first moved, but it faded
(11) Have you any pets?
No, actually. While Riley has never had a pet of his own, there were many a dog and cat brought into their house during his younger years; however their mother drew the line when a nest on baby squirrels was brought inside
(13) How tall are you?
Riley is 6’2, and stopped growing somewhere in his late teens
(15) Dream job?
All he knows is soldiering tbh it was his dream ever since he was five years old. He does love being the center of attention though, so something to do with a stage would be pretty good for him
For Jimmy, who gets the even numbers
(2) When was the last time you cried?
That’s a tough question. I know of a couple times he’s cried, but he doesn’t cry very often
(4) Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Oh yeah, he uses sarcasm a lot
(6) What’s your eye color?
Jimmy has dark green eyes. No heterochromia for him tho (RIP)
(8) Any special talents?
Quite a few, actually. For starters, he’s not the best musician in the family, but he does know how to play three instruments, he can control lucid dreams, he can roll multiple coins across his knuckles at the same time, he knows a few magic tricks, and he can juggle just about anything—if he has four or fewer items, he doesn’t even need to pay much attention to what he’s doing. Lots of things were broken during his practicing years for that
(10) What are your hobbies?
Nonsense, shenanigans, and a little dabbling in tomfoolery
(12) What sports do you play/have played?
Jimmy was probably the laziest of his siblings tbh he didn’t care much for sports. Tried most of them out but never committed to them beyond the season. He didn’t even finish the season for soccer. He doesn’t like running
(14) Favorite subject in school?
Science. He’s always loved doing the experiments himself, and science is the perfect scapegoat for when something gets set on fire, as it is more than just an excuse, it is a reason!
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Another Fan art for the amazing Fic The Things We Fight For by Kyu_Momo
The scene is from Chapter 2
"The humans didn’t have the reflexes to react in time to Axl’s shots, but the Stalkers did. Unfortunately for them, Axl was faster. The ricochets and his third volley of shots effectively disarmed them before they could switch to offensive targeting protocols. "
Wanted to experiment with dull colors >.<
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TILL JOY
translated to the word way too reverently by Thomas Jester
Ingmar Bergman
June 1949
The Concert House.
Sönderby climbs down from the conductor-lectern. The orchestra breaks up. Someone will advance to Stig and says that he has the telephone.
STIG: Hello. Hello.
Then grips he of dread, throwing on the receiver, takes rock, hat cum fiddle cum runs below for the stairs.
He goes very fort through the streets.
It is a Scanian morning with heat in one sunburst and cold in the shadow. One god's train takes itself gently and panting over from the ferry to The Central Station.
A ship honks in the port.
So go egg white geese outside in The Sun.
When Stig comes in through the door at home sits one large old female cum waiting on him. She travels herself –
GRANDMA: I am Martha's grandmother. I the ring till you at The Concert Hall but I could not speak. Now have I sat here and stilled me some.
Stig gets nauseous(,)[;] can none say anything. The long-standing woman looks long at him. She is entirely calm. Her voice betrays no emotion –
GRANDMA (after lull): Your wife and thy daughter Lisa is dead.
Stig beats the hands for the face and wavers till, since stands he as lame –
GRANDMA: I was not inside when it happened. The spirits-kitchen exploded. We heard the bang and came running. Martha sat on one floor with Lisa in the embrace. She was to consciousness fast[;] she was very burnt. The little girl was dead already. Martha wanted didn't release the child from one defiance there. I bath till God that he would let Martha may die too, and he pitied himself over her and took away her suffering. She died in the car till the infirmary. Lasse vet nothing. [sic] He was with uncle Axle and ate.Stig answers none, is still immobile –
GRANDMA: The Lord has slapped you. You should humble your heart and seek peace with him. Nobody else but him can help you now in your great oppression.
STIG (low): Stop with that there.
GRANDMA (calm): That you want. Nevertheless has me come till you for to reason about burial and other practical details.
STIG (screaming jarring): Not now. Let me get being alone. Go your way. Go so I escape seeing you!The old obeys and approaches oneself the door. There turns she oneself about, has the presentiment of contempt in the voice –
GRANDMA: In the morning need ourselves in all fall possess a conversation. At otherwise fall become I forced shop after own discretion. I promise that I don't further will talk with you about the divine thing, as you seem embarrassed by it. I meant well with the I'm told just.
She goes from there and leaves Stig alone. First walks it around the moment, then folds itself the knees cum he sinks below on the floor only crying doesn't. The Day stops cum pines around him. It becomes dark and still. The fog comes rolling out from a sea cum distant as through a dream hears he of the mist lurking's dull cry –STIG: Now may I not live longer. Now may man not live longer. Martha … Marthamarthamarthamartha … Beloved … beloved … He sees the doll with that long yellow hair. She lies where Lisa has submitted her the day before. He can hear Lisa's laugh – LISA: You can not follow with till grandmother. You should lie here and sleep under the sofa until I come back. Then becomes you so glad. Now to thou sleep. Right adjacent sit ear, adjacent sit heart thumping, perceive it her voice, questions, laughter. Out there sits the bear that lost a head(,) but Martha sewed firmly it again. Now has he always the head at oblique, the stacks. It is no longer the fools. It is a great harp that rights its strings. The Time sinking back … the room … Martha … The Concert House. Autumn's first repetition (rehearsal). The orchestra sits and rights. It is a hell racket. The majority of them think that it will be nice to start a new season, if not else so for the more regular income's sake. One and another sour-pot exists admitted who mostly looks forward to the pension, but he disappears in the general friendly confusion. Then comes Sönderby, the conductor, the orchestra's chief cum leader. Cade most antique man, pretty small. (He is one incorruptible if also slightly dry interpreter of the great masters, burning with not particularly strong but pure flame. Some walk flaming him. Then may he'll dimensions. This orchestra is entirely his creation. He has many enemies and few friends. That is Sönderby, gnarled and ripped as a run(e)-stone, an anti-Romantic gentleman.) He steps up to the desk, polishes the nose cum strikes up a score.
SÖNDERBY: Currently starts us some new season. For air self portion think me it is comfortable. I vet not what you think. I have to greet two new members welcome to Hälsingborg's Orchestra Association. This is Stig Eriksson. Up Sunken that died over (this) summer. God rejoiced the soul.
Stig Eriksson looks down, turns a note-sheet cum looks at a second page. (He is a shy person, looks out like 23 but is 25, operating to be a barn butt.)
SÖNDERBY: Later features we received hit a woman in the orchestra. It is slightly ludicrous and entirely against nature, but she is the helpless gifted. Sits gone there, unless you not already have seen one. She named Martha.
He points with the baton away to second the violins, where Martha sits. All watching. Martha is yet less shy than Stig Eriksson. She looks back and looks very wise out –
SÖNDERBY: You are welcome. (The) city (is) called Sundets pärla [The Sun's pearl]. [Informative with very strong intensity] How (do) pass much pearl there is in the winter will you enough to probably experience, where the fools moo like some hop cows trapped in a freight pocket. It can get one on the nerves. – In start us –César Franck's First[Translator's Note: actually his only] Symphony.
Sönderby raises the arms - stillness - concentration. Down six measures add him anyway down the baton, does off the glasses, shines the nose. The orchestra stops playing cum a gloomy atmosphere expands itself in the congregation –
SÖNDERBY: But my masters!
He says this with a tone and an expression which not is to misinterpret –
SÖNDERBY: Let me get the blows from the start.
The blowers play their effort, ends.
SÖNDERBY: Now get me the strings.
The strings play.
SÖNDERBY: Now takes us everything - all!
It sounds different. He sings to himself, looking neither glad nor sad outward, but his face is still and pure like a craftsman leaning over their hand's toil. The repetition (rehearsal) is over –
SÖNDERBY: It has sounded fair today, but that is entirely natural. God noon mine gentlemen and … the dame. [sic] On Thursday comes Cortot. It becomes music that.
Stig Eriksson packs together and draws himself out at the musicians' foyer –
MARTHA: Hello Stig. Goodday goodday. [sic] Think to we would arrive hit. How have you had it with summer? Have you met Postis any? I have been abroad with my brother and heard one mass score.
STIG (looking at his nose): Well.
MARTHA: Thou self then?
STIG: Summer orchestra.
MARTHA: Wretch!
STIG: It passed weal an only didn't it where Gold and silver had been composed.
MARTHA: Have you worked any then?
STIG: Indeed(,) it has I. I have worked into Mendelssohn you and so have I …
MARTHA: Why sound you so enraged?
STIG: … a pair new fine things. Why would I sound enraged? Have YOU got hold of somewhere to live, huh?
MARTHA: Yes for all part. [sic] And you?
STIG: Pure horror. But it is cheap.
MARTHA: I have [a] birthday. There cars some departure for tonight, will you come?
STIG: Have no lust. What becomes it?
MARTHA: Sheep you view about you will.
STIG (embarrassed): Can you lend me a ten? It is so damn awkward to go and take advance first the day cum self knows nobody here at the construction, so can you lend me, so be it delicate the fishing.
MARTHA: If you will in tonight as.
STIG: It is extortion. But may I borrow twenty bucks as pledge me to come.
MARTHA: Are you sheared then also?
STIG: Will I cut me also, what is now it for any!
MARTHA: Then shall you purchase a present at us for uppermost one and fifty cum late shall you try being glad and kind and not scream and shout and swear and carry you at which you always did before.
Following these order attitudes gives Martha Stig Eriksson twenty crowns and dep Stig comes out of the barber, looking out like a licked cat He stands long in front of a street mirror, staring at his revelation as he finds extraordinarily ridiculous and jarring. Now dive Marcel up behind his spine –
MARCEL (cheerful): What valid the matter?
STIG: I curse my fate.
MARCEL: You look incomprehensibly comical out when you are new-clipped and water-combed.
Is it Martha that tricked you till that where?
STIG: Thou so you know her?
MARCEL: Course. I have enjoyed together it with her almost all summer. And you?
STIG: Not whatsoever. Only from Ackis.
MARCEL: She has an outstanding character, but she is colossal frivolous of itself. Alert on love if you understand what I mean.
STIG (disapproval): I have not asked for any analysis.
MARCEL: She made out with us away one stuff way that I almost became in love with her and offered her marriage.
STIG: Well?
MARCEL: I stopped myself unto closing moment, but it was close as only this.
STIG: So. I am not interested.
MARCEL: So then goes you not to the party on tonight?
STIG: Have no time and no lust.
MARCEL: You are coming mountain ice. Take the fiddle with you as taking me the cello cum so do us some music before we become drunk.
STIG: Take the fiddle with you as taking me the cello cum so do us some music before we become drunk.
MARCEL: Cheerio.
They divorce at cum Stig wanders up towards Prästgatan. On the road is it a toy business. He stops and looks at the window, where is a toy train, an electric that cotters round and stops, signals lit cum one other procession sets running. He goes in of shop, regards it around. A person comes and asks what he wants –
STIG: I want something for one and fifty.On a celebrate sitter a yellow small bear. It has a melancholic facial expression. Stig points to it –
THE PERSON: That is costing 4.80.
STIG: I take it anyway.
THE PERSON: Should I flap in it?
STIG: Refusal self takes him as he is.
The person brings down the bear from the shelf and puts it in Stig's hand.
STIG: He looks nice and sweet out, think I.
THE PERSON (impersonal): Well, they here little the bears are indeed much popular.
Stig gives the person a look and walks outside clock the toy store. Martha's apartment. When Stig will till the birthday party is he already quite drunk. The celebrations have reached long cum all are loud. A gramophone plays unobserved.
Martha comes and opens and Stig fumbles with the coat -
STIG: I thought not comma name and really may I not understand why I should be here among a mass idiots. But you have right bought me so now may it good happened.
MARTHA: Too bad that you didn't come earlier, for presently are all the feeding already eaten up. Marcel at upward your portion also, though I tried to hinder him.
STIG: That can self so well imagine me.
The room is little cum cigarette smoke impenetrable. The lighting dampened. Anker takes out his flute and starts playing. All silences and listens. Anker sitter away a table's edge. His sight glimmers, facial is sweaty. The music stops by horrible signals on the doorbell cum a great alarm breaks movable in the vestibule. A horde of persons arch in and meet the tambourine –
MIKAEL: It is just me. But before I he make-up on me and change and get away from the theater so became we few subparagraphs.
MARTHA: It was fun, but there exists not much left.
MIKAEL (2 liter): We have.
All trains presently in and greetings little hit and where everything as it falls itself.
BERTIL: End up with them where they curse the stupidity!
HANS: And then hit him the fist on the tin ramp and said: Stop up with them where they curse the stupidity!
All the acts laughing as they turn themselves, but the other which not is inaugurate sitter of which question-sign. Anker is additionally black for that he not can play finished. Mikael Bro approaches himself Stig –
MIKAEL: It is one history understood you. It is indeed quite funny. I will share it any time for you when we have more good about while.
Someone brings out a cheer for birthday's child. Stig gets a glass with aquavit and all cheer, where after man drinks. Over pure the confusion overturning Stig of itself everything together and hits as of by club kind. He sees a female body and a light rectangle. It is the kitchen cum Martha is in the kitchen. He wavers up against the bright the rectangle, chop while in the girl, tries kiss her -
MARTHA: Let car me currently and was don't dumb.She does herself free without unkindness. He turns himself about and gets sight of Marcel, who stands right next to and grins with the cello in the fist -
–
STIG: What grins you tight[at]?
MARCEL: At you as clearly.
STIG: That can you get fan(hell) for. But since you are drunk so want I don't make you ill.
He starts cranking with the arms, everybody speaking with lips on each other, juniper wood gramophone comes in time. Marcel and Martha dance. Stig ports in a sofa, where sits the actor Bertil –
BERTIL: I am huge when I'm standing in the scene. It is RADIATION.Stig stares at him. He is enormous. The music pounds –
BERTIL: When I become seized when understand thou is I'm like a tank. I'm playing as they may weld unfastened me from the floor after the show.Then gets the evil[-]led Satan in Stig. He steps up and holds a long talk -
STIG (with resounding voice): It can happen. But have you heard me play violin then? I can tell supposing for yourself that all world-famous violin masters are charlatans cum they live on procedure and vaudeville trick. But I see through their tricks and art. For seeing thou the secret of the real art is that it creates then man is unhappy and see thou I prefer to be unfortunate cum it shall the gods know that probably is I me for the most in that predicament. And I shall show all bastards what it would say to play away violin.
[neutral with very strong intensity] Here canceling he it - the voice breaks - and he beats fist on the table as to glass and bottles jumping and staring at the assembled with exploded-red eyes. And when he notices that he across the use of its enormous voice means has created silence and gloom, fits him in to lay in one coal extra-
STIG: Now sitter you all there and has poorly conscience - I know all that you think me: Are we artists we as only think about drink and woman and pension. I am full (drunk) myself, that vet me. It allows me, for it is a slip-up. And be me not full so would I not dare say one only smack. But presently can I say that I in all fall have seen through both you and me myself with for that part. And I'm saying: Take away that only, take away that! For it is none to have. But I shall at all damn die and stand up again cum then shall I let you consult on violin playing. For humility is even so it the will an at, arrived remember it, era uncanny slops, as sitter there silly in the beads and drools and burps with spotted ties.
Here beats him again the hand on the table, but the table is for tiny or maybe has it moved on itself, so the hand beats in free the air, in which Stig Eriksson ports on the floor. There begins him crying, partly of the pain, partly for that the floor swings cum partly from pure self-pity –
MIKAEL (leaning himself over him): Take a cigarette. Here is thou fire. At least so where yes, smoke now calm and stop crying. That here is first the people. Keep boy, it becomes much worse, but I shall not startle up you.
MARTHA: What feel you?
STIG: Eh(,) hear you pull end in on the evening song(,) huh!
MARTHA: Oh(!)[,] shame out you! Where have you incidentally been and clipped you? You look outward like a scalded pig.
STIG: It is right your fault there.
Then laughing her and disappears into the now about possible denser tobacco smoke. Stig puts himself up and holds hands about the head, then feels him ill and falters upward. Someone does him till the bathroom, teeth the light cum bars the door. When he eased himself[,] opens it and staring out into the room. The piano bangs some jazz, man sings.[sic] He hears a girl who laughs uninterrupted and glimpses them the dance[sic] pair. Man has placed a table lamp on the floor(,)[;] it becomes full of shadows on the ceiling and off the walls. They Rachels about each other without order. Stig becomes so resigned and single-handed despondent at the spectator of all this and over his peculiar fill that he thumps the head into the door post so that it rattles. The tears running, but currently cries he of actual terror and loneliness-
STIG: I can none understand who self is and why I none can be like a decent person as self is talented - for that is me. Self is very talented, as self is full (drunk).
Then familiar he delirium and finds himself forced to crawl together into the bathtub with hands for eyes. The last he sees before he loses consciousness is Mikael Bro's sweaty countenance which leans itself over him and breathes on him -
MIKAEL: Have you met my spouse Nelly? I'm assuring you that it is an acquaintance to make. One small amusingly animal with a mouth like a red bloom. I would take home yourself and leave you as a present to her. That would she appreciate.
But when has Stig already sunk together definitive. He wakes middle of the blackness and screams into the high sky, trying protection himself cum the arms. It is already too late(,)[;] the ceiling falls soundlessly down at him and crushes him. He feels how someone takes him on the shoulders and shakes him. Time wakes him truly and finds firstly how he lies on a sofa in a strange room and secondly that he is thundering sick. It is Martha who sitter there and shaking him -
MARTHA: Why shouts you?
STIG: Well, the ceiling tumbled down. Though now see me that it only was the white curtain. I must compose myself up. Self is certainly awful sick.
MARTHA: You took it a little sudden.
STIG: How very is o'clock and where is me?
MARTHA: The clock is five cum thou are home with me.
STIG: Why it when?
MARTHA: It passed not to transport you.
She pats him on the hand and smiles. Her eyes and teeth glare. Stig discovers that she only has a nightgown on herself cum with how he is much weary tries him to embrace and kiss her -
MARTHA: Refusal yet kind Stig, fight not now.
STIG: It is well you which hassles.
MARTHA: If thou not holding yourself calm as get you run eyes-curve.Then states Stig its seduction-attempt -
STIG (with deep self-pity): Self is awful ridiculous.
MARTHA: It is you.
STIG: Such which I should not get live.
MARTHA: For all part.[sic] You do none for when. But probably could you have purchased a birthday present at us, near I begged you so beautifully.
STIG (triumphant): That has I!
MARTHA: Have you? But you have naturally forgotten it native.
STIG: No. No refusal. Wait. Where is my coat somewhere?
He travels one and falters about in the room, finds the jacket, digging in all pockets. Martha looks on and looks very mistrustful outside -
STIG (screaming): Here is it! You might think it is stupid, but it was the only self would find across.
But Martha becomes right caught. She gets so caught that she no come herself for cum to say anything whatsoever. She only does bear and places it on the sofa's armrest cum looks at it. Stig puts himself beside it cum it has her head turned away cum it will that look on her neck. It is a girl-neck cum neckline is downy smooth. She turns her face to his and looks severely at him -
MARTHA: Thanks(,) kind Stig. It was one jolly fine birthday present. But now shall you lay you down and sleep for us have repetition o'clock nine.
Stig obeys. Martha pads off to her bed, yawning a little. They lie silent and look out into the risen dawn light. The white curtain bulges itself in the open window. The bear's eyes look inscrutable outward(,)[;] he sitter (sits) there and glances at Stig.
STIG: [Neutral with very strong intensity] It can happen that man bears himself crazy and ridiculously at, but the central sake is well nevertheless that man WANTS wax a correct person and artist.
MARTHA: Good night now.
STIG: Yes, but that holds you well with on?
MARTHA: Yes[,] it makes me. Good night.
STIG: Good night.
MARTHA: Good night.
It has become fall in seriousness. But this here is a Sunday with sunshine like yet heats, but it blows cum in the shadow is it biting cold. Martha cum Stig sitter wide a sea. Stig throws then and then a stone in the water –
STIG: Sönderby is elegant it, that vet man now, as man has worked with him for over a month.
MARTHA: He is a little dry.
STIG: It does proper nothing.
MARTHA: Might you will be like it then?
STIG: He has done much beneficial cum that would I also desire.
MARTHA: You have the time for yourself.
STIG: Self is 25 cum near man is so pass ought man get been someone - someone with RESPONSIBILITY.
MARTHA: Think me are pleased me.
STIG: Might will start a string quartet, a that is right nice and exclusive and as tours roundly all the world. We would be best.
MARTHA (smiling): It is clear.
STIG: You have one particular way to grin that I don't fancy on.
MARTHA: I feel kind only, so is all the fifth.
STIG: You when? What are thou for one? What wants you then?
Martha jerks on the shoulders and darkens small. She begins digging a hole among the stones –
MARTHA: I would have mine below me long down, so nothing came at me.
STIG (sceptical): Thou are well not unfortunate?
MARTHA: Some have an affected happy expression.
STIG: When I think after so have we only chatted about me when we hit. I vet not one bar about you.
MARTHA: It is funnier both for you and me.
STIG: Talk not rubbish now.
MARTHA: Care you you it minimal about me?
Completely sudden are her eyes right black. Stig looks at her and becomes a little confused –
STIG: What mean you?
MARTHA: You have willed extend in bed with me now of a month cum you have not received that. But if you might lie down with me, would you then care you the least about me? Reply honest! Thou do not be timid for to offend me. – There see you! You can none answer!
STIG (somewhat cranky): I must well think after first. That is clear that man has pondered over why you have been as troublesome and made so much difficulty. But we have right actually had quite fun anyway.
MARTHA: You answer not to my question.
STIG: I understand precisely, though thou thinks me is [an] idiot. You would have insurance on that I love you, as the name in movies, else get you moral convulsions and that it is the worst woman vet.
MARTHA: Phew[,] heck[,] how you are dumb!
STIG (heated): Indeed chatter as so man understands!
MARTHA: I want that we shall keep together.
She says this in a completely naked way cum her eyes are wide-open cum Stig may(,) for one moment (despite that he only is a barn rump), dig straight in on her heart cum he understands a small piece of one other human's loneliness and boredom. He becomes both astonished and arrested -
STIG: Forgive me. Man speaking so much hit and there and nearly never thinking man on that it is a person man chats on.
MARTHA: There has been so much misery, sees you. Then much laxity and indifference both to the body and the soul. Man cares themselves till finished not about anything. [sic] Man thinks that it should be in that way, that it is all the meaning.
STIG: Doesn't need there surely be any meaning?
MARTHA (passionate): Yes, so must it. And is it not so must man find away one, otherwise can man not live.
She turns away the head and beats cum a stone among the land reiterated times. She is much revolted and serious. Stig becomes entirely quiet–
MARTHA: I have been married. Yes, that vet you. But it became only cheat and hustle. I have cheated in my job well, been a little gifted as where. Practically the take anything I have taken myself for has been cheating. All my life.
STIG (a little weak): That there believe I don't on.
MARTHA: That is easy to say. But now would I don't that this here between you and me to become cheating too. It can be either or. – Became thou cautious now?
STIG: Man can take things for gravely also.
Then strikes Martha supposing and laughs. Her laughter is much heavily cum that sound pretty smooth -
MARTHA: For you falls this round like a play on words just.
STIG: That is clear that I want amuse assembled about you, so have you well marked. Man can well not amuse away and speak about eroticism and marriage at every turn[,] either.
MARTHA: I promise that I will be so kind self mayst to you.
STIG: We will not make any commitments.
MARTHA: We can pledge where another that we will be honest. I think that it is utterly necessary.
STIG: And then will we not bark.
MARTHA: No. And tired you or tired I, as saying we till and runs don't cum are considerate.
STIG: It becomes you who tiring.
MARTHA (laughing): That think you not on yourself. We will not make ourselves any illusions. It comes that be difficult many times. Trickier than what man can sit and calculate outward thus here on a sober caliber.
STIG (laughing): Now terminates we.
MARTHA: Vet you what we do. Now go us home and move your things home till us. It gets more practical and cheaper become it also.
STIG: That is nice. I hate my room. And I would beg given get rheumatism there in winter. But from and with tack monthly shares we the rent.Martha smiles against him and pinches together the eyes. Stig thinks that he has made one delicious agreement and just now is Martha sweet. He irons her over the cheek and the back with the hand's wrong side. So will they that begin kissing and it becomes much hot, something which they books with satisfaction -
MARTHA: I promise that you will avoid couch on one where uncomfortable the sofa, about you not particularly willing wants, catch.The concert house. Now is damn loose in the orchestra. Sönderby also. The hair stands like the brush, the glasses on the forehead, sweaty, furious, stomping. Two broken batons. The overture till Prodaná Nevěsta (Sold Bride a/k/a The Bartered Bride) –
SÖNDERBY: What have you had for yourself under Christmas? To this sacrament-damage city where it provided eaten and eaten! Hay sacks! Heard you that I said?
MARCEL: Indeed hurt that here is tricky, among the most difficult which exists.
SÖNDERBY: Exists none as is difficult for the who is gifted. But there exist lazy hounds and wooden skulls. Tag about from B! All together! Stop!
Sönderby throws the baton right out in the orchestra so it stands like a dandy arc -
SÖNDERBY: It is any of the others the fiddles which playing untuned. Few consult on Persson! Persson sole from B as in Bertil. Please, may I consult!
Persson playing with death in the heart(,) quits. It becomes a horrible silence. Sönderby takes off the glasses -
SÖNDERBY (trött): Persson plays of untuned C-string.
PERSSON: Will it be so damn carefully can I stop.Then looks Sönderby on Persson, who of pitiful rubbings and twists starts squirming up its C-string. Martha sitter beside Persson. She looks sick and miserable outward -
SÖNDERBY: I account not out to hear this frightful cat-whining. Us takes time-out ten minutes, under which time Persson should think through his life and ask himself if he none wasted it.
Pause.
Martha and Stig travel themselves simultaneously, Martha yet somewhat wobbly. The exchanges about glancing. Sönderby heads himself straight one road up to the conductor room. Martha and Stig go after and tap on the door. They have one essential important matter. Sönderby snarls something which may imagine all between Stig in and Drag at hell –
STIG: We must be whether off.
SÖNDERBY: Are you not correct wise?
STIG: You promised unto last the week that we would get waddle before one cum now is her half two.
SÖNDERBY: Indeed yet when knew me none that you were so brainless.
STIG: Well of which fall so must we walk.
SÖNDERBY: So.Sönderby kindles a large cigar [be]for[e] to calm himself. He is exceedingly ungracious –
MARTHA: We will name marry us half three.
Then drops Sönderby the cigar. He till and with slaps himself for the forehead –
SÖNDERBY: Gosh, so has I forgotten! I believe I will who pension and stop. It acts endure time on it. I would right …
STIG: You would right good witness, yes.
SÖNDERBY: Indeed possess it was right splendid! Now sees me none another council than that we may dial till the mayor and eject on the wedding..
STIG: You are then not wise! Think you man fires on one wedding without valid reason!
SÖNDERBY: Think you man cancels a rehearsal without current reason?
STIG: Weddings were valid reasons till and with under a war.
SÖNDERBY: There here is no military band.
STIG: Sometimes appears it compression camp, thinks me.
SÖNDERBY: Are thou rude then rehearsing us all day!
STIG: Not with myself and Martha in any fall.
SÖNDERBY: There becomes in such fall the end for the lordship, leastways in my orchestra.
STIG: We make the art in your orchestra!
SÖNDERBY: Thou features received for small lubricating in your childhood you.
STIG: And you initiates become barn on again.
SÖNDERBY (screaming): Drag at hell!
STIG: I want none being in like place as you.
SÖNDERBY: You vet that I not may get this here angry. You are ruthless cum ungrateful cum self could get cardiac stroke and die.
STIG: There be quite the nice, so prevent you leastways don't honest folk off to marry themselves.
SÖNDERBY: There sees man the consequence of that take in woman in the orchestra!
Then faints Martha. Sönderby gets slightly horrified and looks himself around quite nervous -
SÖNDERBY: Refusal only what became it with her now then?
MARTHA: Nothing existent. I am only mighty tired.
She sets it on a stool and looks outward for supposing her thinking faint again.
SÖNDERBY: Thou playing only theatre. All female booms for that few its will advance. That did they already in my time.
Nevertheless(,) go he advance till the desk and orders a taxi -
STIG: Comes you itself then? Forget don't that it is the clock half three.
SÖNDERBY: I am beat with ill methods. But I will note it.
Then they will home become that a snare. Stig lies under the bed and rummages after a collar button. Martha goes into the kitchen and canvases for[?] full machine, for there will be a small party afterward –
MARTHA: Have you seen for in the toolbox?
STIG: Indeed[,] it has I[,] and in your jewel case and the headache box.
MARTHA: Spring outside and purchase one, then.
STIG: Indeed hurt that is right themselves the that a thing only disappears thus there without further. Are you sure away that you none has seen it anywhere?
MARTHA: What said you? I have no time presently fondling.
STIG: Where are you somewhere?
MARTHA: I'll come now. Here are I.She will develop till him and puts herself beside him. For a moment passes about panic over –
MARTHA (sighing): Stream what we have suddenly.
STIG (inconsolable): These that (getting) married oneself is one both period-soporific and maddeningly process, admit it.
MARTHA: Regret thou you?
STIG: To self be fair-dealing so may I say that I regret myself horrible just now.
MARTHA: Me cum. Such ideas man get occasionally.
STIG: Us calling cancellation.
MARTHA: Now? With we have set till one stuff awful life for that come off! What thinks you Sönderby would say then?
STIG (appreciation): You handled him fine in all fall.
MARTHA: How mean you, darling?
STIG: I mean it there with the syncope. It cracked him definitively.
MARTHA (small gloomy): It was probably authentic.
STIG (laughing): Attempt not with me. It was pure cut the amateur theater.Martha travels herself since she has taken of herself the stockings -
MARTHA: Oh where sees man. [sic]
STIG: Feed you real thick?
MARTHA: Think that I did it.Now stands her on the head in the stocking carton -
STIG: Why it when?
MARTHA: So is proper not so weird? Self is with barn, understand you.
Stig becomes right quiet. Martha patterns one brace hosiery and finds that they will do. She puts herself on a stool for how who them on herself -
MARTHA: Thou operating not particularly enthusiastic, think me. For all share, it requires thou none either.
STIG: But where seventeen has it gone till (more)?
MARTHA: I assume just in the usual way.
STIG: Do you not funny, for it is you not.
MARTHA: It was one stupid reply on a silly ask.
STIG: Have you known it here (for a) long (time)?
MARTHA (combative): Indeed said it has me. Almost three months now. Thrash me if thou features lust.
STIG: But why in the peace's name have you not said something?
MARTHA: For the here the young want I have, understand you.
STIG: Kids get man weal whether man would or not.
MARTHA: You are indeed naive.
STIG: Mean you that …
MARTHA: Indeed think it opines me.
STIG: That has thou never said.
MARTHA: Would it have made any difference?
STIG: Have you done abort before then mayst you make it one way till.
MARTHA: Refusal thou.
STIG: I think that all the sake is disgusting.
MARTHA (screaming): What is it which is disgusting?Now become her short entire raging in the eyes –
STIG: That you factually have gone and had a kid behind the back on me for three months. How seventeen will I know that it is my kid, huh?Then gets him a slap –
STIG (angry): Incidentally (Come to that) have us no means to have any barn. And no place either. In it here small the room. Diapers cum piss-odor cum lactation and barn-care-centers and baby baskets and babysitters and damn and your grandmother. And think about all cry and noise and where shall I exercise somewhere? No thanks, self thanks me for it the father's joy. And how did you intrinsically imaginary sequence it whole? One once had you good become forced to tell if it for me? Or had you perchance intended to come home and say one day: Please father little, here have I made a young at you.It becomes silent - terrible quiet. Martha merely sitter where cum irons herself over the thighs. She looks very cursed outward –
STIG: Well?
MARTHA: Should I maybe be about extenuation?
STIG: You understand certainly not this here. I would don't have any young. I execrate barn. And incidentally, think thou that this here is some wider world to propagate oneself over? I prefer to die out I.It becomes quiet again –
STIG (somewhat conciliatory): Why says you none?
MARTHA (resolute): I'm listening to you cum self observes that you don't have a presentiment of what thou talking about but crazy pure the snow moss. (pause) That common.
STIG: What wants thou I should do? To I end you in my arms and commence chatter if that guy shall become stats minister.
MARTHA: I would wish that you a single time spoke and responded like a man.
STIG (ironic): Cade steel man maybe?
MARTHA: A simple and natural man.
STIG: Now accuse her myself for that not good man.Hence pleads it out till an invisible auditorium –
MARTHA: That you were a toddler knew me and how you were neurotic and egoistic also. But that you are cruel and raw, that knew me not.
STIG: It was the worst.
MARTHA (sorry): But it was well that I discovered how the sake before we married us, for presently shall there not be any married.
STIG (horrified): Not heck can we ring cancellation CURRENTLY!
MARTHA (smiling): Imagine dome saying that women are so conventional!
STIG (shaken up): Indeed yet what will that THEN become to everything?
MARTHA: Now goes me down in a tobacco business and calling. I mean because you don't dare. Then can you why dwell remaining here so long you have pleasure. I have nevertheless never considered you as other than one compliance.
STIG: You are crazy - absolutely crazy!
She features stood and occupied with her bag. Now resigns her outward into a vestibule and puts on her hat and coat. She sobs herself and irons with the hand over some eyes. Stig discovers that she cries. Martha cries! He goes out into the vestibule and lays one hand over the door lock –
STIG: Why weep you? I have never seen you cry. Are you sad?
MARTHA: Refusal only self is tired. Away you.
She bends down the head and irons more one once with the hand over the eyes –
STIG (low): Have I ruined everything now?
MARTHA: Uh, that is it for prattle!
STIG: Why weep you then? You vet well the cheer me is.
MARTHA: I'm howling for that self is cursed over that I'm howling. If I don't be so withered ought I not howl.
STIG: You maybe thought that I would be glad?
MARTHA: Innermost inside knew I that it would be precisely so here. But that is clear that I imagined myself about mass things. I vet don't, that belongs possibly till.
STIG: Did you the last time too?
MARTHA: Then where right everything wrong. Then existed there no place for some imaginings.
STIG: But you mean that now …
MARTHA (low): I have right still thought that this here with us was something else. Firmly self should right have understood that nothing changes itself. Everything is the same always, till and with the words man says it cum.
STIG: Shit! I love you the.
These stated he whole unpremeditated and considerably more sincerely than directly romantically. He says this completely without thinking and much more sincerely than directly romantically. But it would he ne'er have said, for currently loosens all dams in Martha and her crying as it pours over her. Thereby, descending an angel from heaven cum submits to the confused Stig a line the inspire sentences, which he fits away to wedge in on suitable places between Martha's grey explosions –
STIG: Thou understanding, I have never liked SURPRISES. I recall that self already when I was jolly small just got scared and angry when people surprised me - also if it was something fun. I think that it was the same it here time. I must say that you could have chosen a more appropriate time. And then when I think after so get man particular child-contribution now. It is fine as pork there. We may let the kid supply us almost! And you (triumphant tone), you can them not move clocks the orchestral for that you are in the thick. The goes not now. [neutral with very strong intensity] You vet Putte's sister, that sitter of The Concert Association, she is on some report practically taken equal and it sitter there and files with the stomach in the weather - that have I oneself seen so - and then when she not can get the fiddle till the chin more for that the stomach sitter away so recalls I me that she gets semi salary. [sic] And it is yes clear that man can change floor if that would be.
Here whining the inspiration, but presently has Martha's tears past cum the practical understanding begins toil itself up from despair's black bag –
MARTHA (kind and concerned): How thou talking much!
STIG: It here about surprises is in any fall truth cum further is it psychologically believable.
MARTHA: Imagine so I look out. And my nose when always becomes double so large when I have licked.
She takes off her hat and lets it fall to the floor. Oneself sitter her on a stool center opposite the mirror in the hall and examines her bloated face. Stig traveling himself from the floor –
STIG: Say what man wants, the round becomes a wedding (such) as both you and I will how remember.
Martha travels herself and embraces him suddenly. They stand so long and hold about each other. Both there blunt and are right solemn –
STIG: Cum indeed has it gone up a Lily-islet's for me. [inspirational with 100% intensity, confident with 100% intensity & optimistic with 60% intensity) I mean former, former thought self that man utterly only should love yourself self, but Lord gad man becomes right older cum man mature and may learn her things.
Since it spatters sheep the no car, thus they take each other in the hand cum runs everything that the cloth holds, yet will anyway five min for late. Themselves ceremony is nevertheless beautiful cum perchance is it the joy in general or the condition which allows how Martha's sight becomes much large despite the crying an hour before and the skin works so translucent and the lips so soft. Or may are it just something that Stig thinks. For a tonight from the provender sitter Anker cum Sönderby left cum they play Mozart all four together away that way that Sönderby plays on his old viola and Anker has received lent a cello. They light candles on the note stand cum that has stopped how rain cum that night is the full moon. The white glow Robber almost of the light, but then account well moon precisely my of the window and shining on a Sound cum the city cum anything becomes suddenly dream and magic. They are alone now. Martha cum Stig sitter long at the window with the face printed against the pane. They say not so worst jolly harm those kissing each other time and time and that wash the marvel barn discovers them where the ice flowers turn out on the window glass –
STIG: He might become state minister. Leastways if he turns like you.
In the window lies something cum glimmers completely secretive, almost like a diamond. It is the collar button –
MARTHA: That will we save. That memory.
The conductor room. Sönderby walks forth and back on the floor and smokes. Stig sitter away the table edge and dangles with the legs, the arms in crosses –
SÖNDERBY: We have so 14 there for us and have gone through the concert two times thou and I. As wide I understand should thou can clear the sake helpfully.
STIG: Sure.
SÖNDERBY (strict): You say sure, yet I vet what you think. What says your wife?
STIG: Nothing.
SÖNDERBY: It was worrying.
STIG: Wager you both try your score is to beat down me in the footwear cum that might you succeed and one two three.
SÖNDERBY: To self be honest, so had I preferred to avoid this round gamble. But that will man do when a visiting violin virtuoso suddenly dies and tangles till all the general plan.
STIG: Thou envisages the sake which settled. What swell you on incidentally?
SÖNDERBY: That will I tell you. I'm standing and glaring at the ambition's little bastard, being sitter and waves in your eyes.
STIG: Yet late when! Is it so awkward?
SÖNDERBY: Refusal there is not the least strange. But you have been a half year in my orchestra cum you have not discovered that Music is the end and isn't a means.
How clapping it him on the cheek cum thereby is the conversation over cum they go down till the repetition. Martha stands cum waiting on the stairs. Söndery[sic?] leaves man and wife on that together contemplate the incurred the situation. Martha is at six the month and rightly ample about the stomach. Her playing no longer per in the orchestra –
MARTHA: Well, what said he?
STIG: It passed the road.
They start going down for stairs together. Stig is so glad that he trembles in full the body. They stay at a staircase window and stand cum looks down on the street, hanging out over the handrail.
STIG: Now have me my chance. Now to I show them what man should game fiddle. Then can here become that that ideally, understand you it, my little thick ice on the fat. Man [You] might get come till [to] Stockholm. Man vet practically taken isn't that which can occur. Think, it is a fantastic feeling to have everything widespread before yourself! To not know about any limits!
He rubs kindly his cheek against hers, cum discovers that Martha hasn't said anything in all time. He gets some huffy but hides it and puffs on her –
STIG: So tells you nothing? Thou are well glad you cum? It here applies right thee as much as me.
MARTHA: So is done self is glad.
STIG: You think just that it to go at hell.
MARTHA: I think it is thus scary that you take out everything in advance then.
STIG: That is good. None believes in me. But I will show you all - you too.
MARTHA: I know that you are very talented. That says all. They say it till and with little for willing. Now goes me home and laws lunch. You come well home till lunch?
STIG: I come home till lunch. Hope me may blood pudding with jam.
Stig kisses her on (the) mouth, wedge fort down the stairs. Martha begins heavily and carefully travel down. She hears the first beats of the violin concerto. She sees not particularly glad out. The public gives up one friendly welcome applause when Stig comes in jointly with Sönderby. Sönderby steps up onto the desk and strokes himself over the face. He waits till Stig has tuned and fine-tuned together with first the concertmaster. Since pending he out the rustle, the coughings and the whispers. Martha has placed herself to the side of the podium up in the scrub, where the radio blokes usually lay till. Of that place has her fine view over the orchestra and Stig's activities there arrive at the conductor-desk. The movement ends with a cadenza. Suddenly begins the G-string sink. In some moments has one sunk almost a one-half tone. Stig loses the grip, tries first playing item, grips sedan till a wild gamble cum transposes. Sönderby stands completely powerless. Martha bites herself on the fingers. Eventually interrupts oneself Stig and commences tuneup the fiddle. He attunes up the G string and stands a moment cum investigates it against the ear. In the hall is that soundlessly quiet. Sönderbys arms hang and fatigue along the pages. So takes Stig about the solo cadenza from the beginning. As in a nightmare and purely mechanically clears him one through. The orchestra continues immediately with the andante cum then is him drenched with sweat and looking almost faint outward. Martha can not sit placid longer. She wanders off and an in the little scrub, whispering for herself itself. Sweep. The applause after finishing the concert is kind but not exuberant. Then Stig comes out from the rostrum seeing Martha one new and else countenance, one embittered, bitten, almost old, foul of disgust and suppressed rage. The applause continues. Sönderby comes out. He is also quite wan however controls himself downright –
SÖNDERBY: Come!
STIG (furious): I'm going don't in again. Self yesterday isn't in! Self yesterday isn't in! Self is none zany!
SÖNDERBY: You go in! You go in, too over it is it last you do! It is not a matter about you now(,)[;] remember that!
He says this with one such commanding calm that Stig automatically obeys him. A janitor will advance with flowers. It is from the board, from the comrades cum from Martha. It is the bitter brew at the bottom. When Stig finally comes out, swingles him furiously the flowers on the wall and starts taking give at one hat and coat. Martha packs in the violin. None says any.
SÖNDERBY: The repetition is not until 10 in the morning, yes that vet you.
Hence takes him his hat and leaves. Stig puts himself on a stool and beats the hands against each other. He is pale and matt but furious –
STIG: Fucking crook! One such damn scoundrel! Now is it glad understood!
MARTHA: Come as go we home and takes a drink. The may we need both two.
STIG: Uh!
MARTHA: Yes came now. Here may we in all fall not sit.
STIG: He is a damn crook! One average potty! One accursed average potty!
Martha answers none but sets herself just beside her man and waits. Marcel will advance and pats Stig in the spine –
MARCEL: That went right over all the expected that there.
He laughs, pounding Stig in the back a time till for security's sake. Stig answers not, stirring himself not –
MARTHA: Hear you tighten so long the road hands, huh!
Marcel loses face slightly grand, shrugs in the shoulders cum goes away without a word again. That the night sitter the at bed together and plays cards, smoke cum drink gin. When the newspaper rattles in the mailbox just at dawn, passing Stig out and draws it cum hands the till Martha. Then sits him herself small remote in the rocking-chair –
STIG: Read you! It is better that you read!
Martha forages a long while in the newspaper, browsing forth and back. Ultimately finds her review and reads quietly –
STIG: Read high.
MARTHA: There is not much which stands there.
STIG: Clasp it as accounting.
MARTHA (reading): Stig Eriksson was for betimes outside in Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto. That is surprising that an old wise orchestra leader like Sönderby didn't put arrest for this rather unnecessary suicide. That is possible that Eriksson is talented(,)[;] he features right after what the enlightened in the program notice, the most solid school.
STIG: More then?
MARTHA: It says nothing more.
STIG: Stands the none more?
MARTHA: No.
STIG: Every it THAT bad!Away this answer none Martha. Stig presses together the palms so that that crack, he chews upon the lips for that none initiate weep, the drops sitter among the eyelashes cum he thinks that he bends together by one enormous pressure. He looks at a spot straight above himself –
STIG: You are well pleased now.Martha reply not –
STIG: Both you and Sönderby.
Martha turns away some head –
STIG: Think what all will laugh.Martha travels it heavily from the bed –
STIG: Where will you walk?
MARTHA: Thinking clod some coffee.
STIG: I would not have anything.
MARTHA: Refusal yet I.
STIG (vocal): You think natural that this here is shit same.Martha answers remain doesn't. She rattles with the coffee pan in the kitchen. Stig sitter remaining. He only presses together the hands time upon time. Martha comes in again, draws up the blind cum opens the window –
STIG: Close the window. I'm freezing.
MARTHA: I feel some fat. To only take a tweak wind.
STIG: Why says you none?
MARTHA: But Stig, what wants you me will say? Should I say that the concert went well, that it is the lie which stands in the blade, that everyone is wrong however you have right? Shall I comfort you, want thou it? Should I say that next time walks it better?
STIG: There become none next time - that vet you as well as I.
Martha closes the window and walks outside with the kitchen for(e) to get the coffee pan. –
MARTHA: If I were like you ought me nevertheless be glad for one thing.
STIG: What when supposing self may ask?
MARTHA: Well(,) how I would get waddle till rehearsal today the clock ten and sit as usual in my usual place and handle my job.
STIG (contemptuous): Where there shows right how little you understand! Now going I'm in any fall outside and takes me a walk. Alone.
Then steps Martha fort out till it and drags him onto the bed edge, takes on his head cum presses it against her stomach –
MARTHA: May I go with you? Kind Stig, may I join cum.
But he hardens himself seriously and pulls himself away.
STIG: I said right that I would go alone. I want none go and pull on an entire freight train.
Martha swallows, deciding to pretend as if she none had heard cum tube at his shoulder –
MARTHA: You go in all fall till rehearsal.
STIG: It may I see cum it concerns you not.
MARTHA (serious): You would not skew stepwise me so here.
STIG (mean): There is so much I not would as.
MARTHA: Man brights it better on man is two about it. That is me sure away.
STIG: Man is ne'er two. Innermost inside is man invariably alone. That there what you say is only talk and a hell crop sentimentality. Refusal, self is alone. Precisely like I always have been. And it is none more with it. Hey hello.
Martha dryers don't reply. [neutral with very strong intesity] She is just as dry and dead inside, sitter there heavy and small frizzy with the hair around the face, pale from night-awake, the feet are naked and some swelling –
MARTHA: Why are you so scared for me?
STIG: Afraid? That was comic! I would be alone, so is thus whole the sake.
And about where goes it, leaving his wife at their thoughts and general misgivings concerning the future. He walks cum sitter and walks again cum sun comes up and shines on The Core. A long while is he outside The Concert Hall and watching and hates till the honest –
STIG (with high vote): One stuff foully ugly house! One municipal shithole! One pack house would man can say. Someone kind home for swine processing! Pack houses for the package!
He speaks loudly and gesticulates. Then go he again and how he walks cum sitter and stands so bump him together to Mikael Bro, the old one look –
MIKAEL: So you are out and masonry.
STIG: Thou self then? Thou looks don't so glad out you either.
MIKAEL: Sleepless.
STIG (small mean): That is maybe one roll as holding in that car till (more)? A creation act.
MIKAEL: Not whatsoever. I heard Mendelssohn yesterday cum the was so nasty as me them dare didn't sleep on above.
STIG: It was kind of you to take it on the way. You understand it.
MIKAEL (laughter): Man vet well self - the great the silence.
STIG: Why laugh ye? All laughing. Is self funny in some way[,] or is that one purely coincidence?
MIKAEL: Clearly that you are comedic, as you are unsuccessful. But come now as go we home to me and get us a cup coffee.Mikael Bros home. Nelly comes outside from the dark bed chamber and greetings of Stig.
MIKAEL: You vet STIG, whom I spoke so much on. A very gifted boy. He has had one high setback cum now will you cum me be kind to him.
NELLY: Him blushing.
MIKAEL: You will not embarrass our friend without now will you compose you here and talk with each other while I go in and put on me the slippers.
Mikael takes Nelly round the waist, looks at Stig –
MIKAEL: Is she not sweet? Cute is way no correct word. She is … (laughing) But she is not kind, though she is cute. But that is one other story.
He releases her and goes in for the bed chamber. Nelly settles herself at a table, takes a cigarette, bidding Stig to sit. Nelly looks long at him –
NELLY: Mikael is such where, so I am accustomed feel you believe. Sometimes will him home with the most bizarre types. But it does nothing. I like if folk. Think about that talk. Mikael is so quiet by himself him so. Reads mostly cum that likes me about him (be)for(e). But it mayst right be fun for me to have someone to gab too. Geez, what here looks messy and vile out. Indeed won't cope man tidy every day either.
MIKAEL: Thou cleaning never my heart.
Mikael has taken off oneself the shoes and the jacket and paws around in the room, disappearing out into the kitchen –
NELLY: We drag down the scroll guard that eliminates man seeing misery. Imagine one time had we as fantastic here that a Healthcare board was hit and said that we would get advance if we none improved us.
MIKAEL (goes through the door): We had a dog at the time, understand you, but he died later.
NELLY: He received puppies. And then dead him.
MIKAEL: Probably in verge surprise.
Mikael sighs and lays themselves on the one the bed in the bed chamber. Stig looks at Nelly. She starts biting away fingernails, is for knee on a stool center opposite Stig cum leans herself forward over a table –
NELLY: Why are you so sad?
STIG: I had hoped a part to can catch the moon.
MIKAEL: In a net. [sic]
NELLY: And it wanted it none?
STIG: Refusal just who I would get upward that so wedged it out and disappeared deep low under me.
NELLY: As a fish?
STIG: No, not which a fish. That one wide coin.
NELLY: Ooh, now realize I precisely. You are one such like-that treasure finder, as is out on the large conciliate sea and fishes after sunken planets.
STIG: Indeed sees thou self had supposititious buy a bomb for the moon and blast a certainly pack house in the air - including the package.
MIKAEL (laughing): Distemper, boy! Word diarrhea! Blast in the air and skew together, slam the fist on the table cum fucking embrace at every turn! Then stops it always cum pension and medal for faithful service. It is like matter always.
STIG: Hold the jaw. Me speaking with your wife.
NELLY: Indeed mayst you take that self is his wife.
MIKAEL: Touching, huh!
NELLY: It is well nothing worth that being married to a thing old swine like you.
Those laughing both two, yet Stig cock himself and is very tired in arms, legs, head, hair, stomach, toes cum all other members and limbs. –
STIG: Now must I walk for self has repetition o'clock ten.
MIKAEL: Good morning my friend. Arrived remember that round are you always welcome, in what state you yet are itself.
Nelly has followed Stig out in the hall and puts herself absolutely against him. Stig looks at her breasts and gets an uncontrollable lust to squeeze on them, starts stroking her over the shoulders –
NELLY: Come shortly back.
STIG: Ne'er in a life.
NELLY: Why not the when?
STIG: Because to me think ill of you.
NELLY: It seems doesn't that.
STIG: Too is this here a shithole in more than one way.
NELLY: Vet ashamed!
STIG: Indeed is how you have good-looking dust harm consequently is it also come-off.
NELLY: It is none that little provided it.
STIG: The first seems you brand and altogether crazy cum if you think that self shares you with that there old the dirty lobster in there so mistake thou you. That bad is it not cum man is not at the bottom yet.
NELLY: Welcome again in all fall. We can right always talk. I mean about the moon and stuff.
STIG: Would be it when.
He opens a vestibule door. She raises herself on tiptoe and kisses him on the ear.
STIG: Refusal hand a heck in that there.
When he comes down to the street gets him the sew for Martha. She stays far away there as if she didn't would scare him. He stops also but realizes the ludicrous among that running away. They meet about away half the road.
MARTHA: I took me also a promenade. Though intrinsically hoped I probably mostly on that I would get hold of you. But presently can we go at was its direction if you want.
STIG: Have (has) been native at Mikael Bro one while.
MARTHA: So.
She sticks her arm under Stig's cum the introduces walking home side at a page –
STIG: Need we talk more about this here?
MARTHA: No refusal. We shall never above speak about it.
STIG: Well about time further on. That man has gotten something older may cum all doesn't do so hurt.
MARTHA: Have you made yourself ill?
STIG: Has me?
He rubs himself on the ear and looks at the fingers –
STIG: It is just lipstick, realize you.
MARTHA: So in that way.
STIG: That was one where significant the bird for persisted cum that she would kiss me.
Martha looks a little surprised at her man harm says nothing cum thus runs them from there. So sitter a nightingale in the big book outside Stigs and Martha's window cum the singing so that it holds on to go asunder. It is a night in early by June. In and then beats The Council House Bell full- and quarter-stroke. All the city bathed in moonlight and nightingale song. Martha goes forth and back into the room. Stig sleeps with opened mouth and little discreet snores. A car thunders past on the street. The night wind sighs in the trees only all the while uninterrupted, persistently, triumphantly sings the nightingale. When the labor takes in and she likings how she will explode, go her out into the bathroom cum bites in a large towel. Then introduces her one's walking again. Stig wakes up like a shot. He sets one up in bed and teeth the lamp –
STIG: How is it?
MARTHA: Well, now will it certainly go off in all fall.At [the] selfsame moment lost her in ye [sic] the bathroom. [sic] Stig will up and is after her –
STIG: Can I help you?
Martha shakes of head and bites at the towel. Then will be it calmer cum she wipes the sweat from the pan, sits herself a moment. Stig feels one also jittery in the legs –
MARTHA (smiles): Are you afraid?
STIG: Yes[,] that is me. Are you?
MARTHA: I have indeed not had any onward lust to feel after. But over any manner is that nice that it becomes by presently finally.
Stig pats her on the cheek and smiles bleached –
STIG: Self is glad that the none is I'm which shall till.
MARTHA: The is I'm cum.
Stig grows even paler –
STIG: The is I'm cum. Is it don't best that we give us off now?
He goes in and lays himself erect long on the bed, speaks with weakly voice cum sighs deeply(,)[;] Martha begins (to) trot around again –
MARTHA: None but correct. The silliest me would be able to think me be that judgment sends home me again. It would decidedly walk my glory for when.
Stig sighs yet deeper -
MARTHA: Poor guy. Shall I prepare a little tea for you and make to order a sandwich?
STIG: Yes[,] thanks. I can none understand what it is with me. Supposedly has been I dined something crazy.
MARTHA: At certain natives is it so wise arranged that: when the woman will food is it the man as goes to bed and the screaming and the berry itself the food. Only so takes him against the congratulations as well cum it is right not more than right. None true, Rise small?
[formal with 100% very strong intensity] They will come inside for a small white rap quadrilateral room with wall-fastened benches, one table middle of the floor, where: he is one number former printer, stands a Pelargonia and the slouch. A nurse will and disappears and in Stig seems to this frightening. One Sister comes and disappears and for Stig seems this scary. Then opens the door, highly light strikes in from the corridor. One new Sister reveals one, taking Martha's suitcase from Stig –
SJUKSYSTERN: Wants wife Eriksson follow with the here the road? Mr. Eriksson maybe is kind and waiting out?
Stig takes whether Martha cum wants to kiss her, but she is already far away on Other hold and nods small absent -
MARTHA: Shot Good if you Darling.
So (is) going her immediately after the nurse who closes the door. Stig sinks below on a bench. The small The Old Women thistles and tassels. Wide remotely can be heard anything as going the blood to is iced in Stig's veins. So is dull the roaring, unconscious howl, rhythmic decrement and increasing, gone a while, recurrent, rising and falling. The small The Old Women thistles and tassels.
THE OLD WOMAN MÄRTA: I have got one new prescription for cucumber. Man shall let it lie much longer only there should be more sugar also, sees Anna.
THE OLD WOMAN ANNA: Yes[,] that there stood in Husmodern as that know man right till. But may Märta imagine itself that I was at Emma on yesterday cum she had brewed wine all herself. We tasted away it[,] and I was indeed really on the snuff.
The little (The) Old [wo]Men cluck fond. The stun distant squeezed echo.
Stig tries last for the ears, but this looks so strange outside that he immediately brings away the hands again.
The big nurse comes in again –
THE NURSE: Mr. Johansson will walk home. The was well Johansson you called? Indeed to wherever fall shall you go home.
STIG: How is it?
SKÖTERSKAN (astonished): Where so is? Bonny to ourselves hope.
Hence vaporizes her. Stig goes home it. As it will in at flat hears he the nightingale trill and singing harm room seems it thus horribly large cum plot and single-handed. He sits one at a table. There stands Martha's sewing basket and his half-stuffed socks. On the bed is located her nightgown. He draws it to itself and presses it against the face. Entire the time singing nightingale. Concert Hall. Next morning is this season's last rehearsal. They play Beethoven's Symphony no. 1 in C major. Under last the movement comes one of the radio men below from his scrub and beckons to Stig, who disappears silently and still. The orchestra plays further. The strains float around them who blue sunlit water in the summer sea out there. When Sönderby gets sight of Stig when he comes in again taps him off [the] middle of a beat, putting away from himself the baton. –
SÖNDERBY: And so pending us on a report.
Stig has just sat one, travels one, at first can he not say something without standing and swallowing one long while –
STIG (whispers): There became twins.
There erupts a violent noise. A part of the orchestra provides touche, others cheering that at one international match. Stig's neighbors crossbars him on the back as he drops the spirits. It becomes that one great huge laughter in whole the premises.
At night get Stig to visit his wife in the sick room. She sees not in particular cry out. The skin is full of tiles, the hair stupid, the lips hurt and broken, the eyes fevered.
Stig sits it on the stool wide the bed, putting his head next to Martha's on the cushion so that his mouth comes against her cheek. The bother themselves aren't about that: speak, but it is why either isn't necessary.
SO GOES FOUR YEARS. Now is it August. Martha's and Stig's summer house upward the coast from Hälsingborg counted. Sönderby is and greets in, lies in the shadow under one large apple tree cum pretending to sleep. A little bit from there lies Lasse and dreams on a felt. The other twin - she is Lisa - plays with Stig on the stairs. She is for themselves some work much busy with that scrubbing the threshold. Stig sitter mostly and watching on. [Formal with very strong intensity, Informative with moderate intensity] Middle of the plan sitter Martha cum devotes one at one significant doll as she has knit and for presently supplied with long yellow hair of woolen yarn. Bees buzz in the cress cum there blows mild from some sea. Sönderby lies there cum peeks at all the glory cum in cum then turns him one look towards some apple tree's crown and the wooly cloud peaks which hang on the tip. –
SÖNDERBY (thinks): It is comfortable how none exist Author. [Formal with very strong intensity, Informative with strong intensity]If I now till such as us myself to describe Stig and Martha from first the day they met for four yrs sedan, imagine thus hell I when would tighten on myself and what false, incomplete picture I would provide. Every time ought I may describe some determined episodes. [Curious with very strong intensity] I ought to tell about how they met, married themselves, got children, significant reasoning as they perhaps have brought, but if I told about ten of the threads that bind these people together, what comes it then from those other hundred thousand?
Now follows images, accompaniment Sönderbys number –
SÖNDERBY (thinking): [Informal with very strong intensity] I ought till example right safe forget away that episode last winter, as I came up for that leave a score till STIG (maybe too for that talk a little. Man begins car old and talks yuck. Man mayst fit himself as carefully so carefully.) The doorbell was kaput, so I only edged on me. I stood in the hall where it was dark and looked in at the living room which was illuminated. They sat on the floor and held about each other. None of them said anything but still was all the room saturated with their affinity. How would I be able to depict the set in which they held about each other, so limitless tenderly but also profoundly erotic consciously(.)[?] It was like music by Schubert, one of his Songs, but just this amazed me also: I mean the joy AND the sadness. So appeared there so much solitude and childish dismay in their calm. There was as one restraint sadness center in this one upper-case Joy.
I had (to) go out again and so knocked self on the door. When Martha came cum opened had she everything left of her eyes. I felt self like a robber. Stig had closed again on himself already. But Martha shared with herself at me. Yes, she is a strange little woman. Nor how would I describe their manner to chatter about was another that till illustration now at the dinner. Martha was a thousand things to operate, but suddenly saying she "Stig is so neat when he eats." [direct with very strong intensity and informal with strong intensity) She said it as a joke, only who is me that I would be able to write down all the shades of motherhood and nonsense like Martha gave waist at just at that moment. Or the day when they had quarreled. I noticed it just clearly. It existed there in the air. Martha was a little quiet.
She thickset crouched on the sofa and sucked on a sugar lump cum watched on Stig. He chatted all the time cum us injury that was one forced chat. He traveled one for that walk cum retrieve the cognac only on the road till the cabinet passed him over Martha, then crawled him up on the sofa, they looked at where another cum Stig said suddenly: Hello you small. [Formal with very strong intensity] This probable (have got) been one spell, for the printed the atmosphere, this undefinable wind as has been enrolled over the room, relieved and disappeared which a gust of wind from Open the sea. I understand it not and can none share about it. [informative with very strong intensity and admiring with strong intensity] Think to fill page after page in a workbook with those daily and occasional events, to decide the denomination on these one thousand tone fall, that: try to interpret this complicated classified language which two loving educates and the speaking unhindered to protection for their most secret and the finest sensations.
Sönderby turns himself on the side, lays the handkerchief to correct over the head cum finishes their reflections –
SÖNDERBY: To truthfully describe one only day of their life would fill many shelf meters of thick folios. Thank goodness is this hasn't my task. [inventive with very strong intensity] I located myself not in the unpleasant situation to require simplification, select, reject, maybe instead find of and lie(,)[;] I need only reproduce What the Big ones The uncles created in spirit and truth. It is also my pleasure that none can take from me.
Under time go Martha front with the doll till Stig and Lisa. It has both received hair and gown. Stig sounds it walk little hit and there, then takes Lisa touch about the. Stig lays it on the stomach in the grass. Martha puts it next. Stig tickles her with a grass thread on the nose –
MARTHA: I think that: I have become so moneyed.
STIG: Features you become moneyed. The has been you not spoken about for me.
MARTHA: I have you and the kids and old Sönderby as lies yonder and snores cum it is summer cum the sun lights up cum we have no worries.
STIG (irony): And all are we healthy and brisk. I as thought that you won away lottery.
MARTHA: For US is one round more than I ever thought one person could get.
STIG: Sure. You are female. For thee is it in one other way.
MARTHA: Think you? I may enough good nervous also and intend: Ska it car so here the rest of the life: small chores, small blessing, smallish sorrows, nothing entire, nothing which draws off with a. But the where: is a correct terrible thought which man should have thrashing for, think you not?
STIG: I think the honors you.
MARTHA: Not at all.
STIG: The is standing nowhere written that: the person will be pleased, the stands not even that: she will be happy.
In will Sönderby and cancels –
SÖNDERBY: Self believes we must give ourselves away now if we should catch up in fairly time for the concert. Goodbye Martha and the thanks for the dinner.
[sic]A far while yesterday Sönderby and the Stig shut up next to each other's side. Sudden breaks the long-standing male silence –
SÖNDERBY: You are working with Beethoven's Violin Concerto(,)[;] how goes it?
STIG: Not at all. Why asking you that?
SÖNDERBY: But thou working further?
STIG: Yet late when?
SÖNDERBY: I mean that: you will release the thought on that: car soloist. You are one good orchestral musician. Enjoy yourself with it.
STIG: I have not bitten you about some council.
SÖNDERBY: For everything part.
STIG: Man has not period enough. It is all the matter. Only now will I carry duty-free from your cursed orchestra cum such shall I take proper education for professor Sabaska. I have already written to him.
SÖNDERBY: It is vainglory and none other.
STIG (ice-cold): For how thou development is old and unsuccessful so need not me become it.
SÖNDERBY: Ourselves average metrics may also need. But worker-bin no beehives.
STIG: It is horrible that consult you chatter. As that: consult a which already is dead.
In laughs Sönderby, but why him laughing tells him not if. In addition, will the bus to town just in the same while. In Stig will out after the concert stands Nelly and the pending o She has been a white suit
STIG: Have you expected lo
NELLY: I came just now.
They go a bit under silence, then stops Nelly and looks at Stig. Her face is small and white in the dark; the eyes are very large and right black -
NELLY: Why quivers you? Freezes you?
STIG: He is why yet your man, Mikael.
NELLY: Self has told him that: I love you.
STIG: What said he then?
NELLY: He was very understanding.
STIG: The pus fan.
NELLY: You should none say so, for it perhaps is peccancy for him.
STIG: But not about me?
NELLY: No, not whatsoever, for you are selfish and proud.
STIG: That told Sönderby too.
NELLY: Yes, but he loves thyself none cum it makes me.
Mikael Bro sitter wide the table and reading a book and drinking coffee when they will in -
MIKAEL: Hear here. (reading:) [Formal with very strong intensity] Over central is all who called spirit-science, the must intend the self, society, the State, the morale or religion, only an intellectual game with expressions, which man using as about man thus denoted something real.
Mikael hits with the hand in it open book cum the eyes passion like coal in the head with him -
MIKAEL: He is all a bather that there Hägerström and he has my full sympathy.
STIG: He has mine too, but I ignore unto him.
NELLY: Stig is tired and sorry. I believe doesn't he would speak more for tonight.
Nelly becomes the cuddly harm one key set in the outside door cum any comes in and bends about a while in the hall -
NELLY: Spring lodging. It is thundering boring, but VI. must be for the economy.
One boarder stepping in on room cum hat and coat on himself. It is Marcel.
MARCEL (enjoyed): Good evening good evening. As indeed you are up yet. I passed till Grand and received me a piece in demand.
STIG: Servant. None knew me that you lived here.
MARCEL (smiling): The did I not either. Before. But now lives I here. From in goes Evening.
He goes out in the tambourine and hangs off one coat and hat –
MARCEL: Oh really, you hang out in judgment here circuits. The thought I indeed not.
Stig answers no on this[,] and Marcel expects well-being won't either[;]anything responding only teeth a cigarette and strikes one down wide the radio, inclines one back in the chair, looks at the ceiling, takes a match, initiates poking one in the teeth. Stig lays his hands away from himself on the table and sits and looks at them without that touch one look. Nelly takes off her wedding ring and lets it spin around, around, roundly. Mikael Bro sits cum with his book and a thick red crayon cum when cum then dashes him under one appropriate sentence. The radio plays stubbornly on a nocturnal romance. Past juniper wood moment outruns Nelly from the game with the ring till that: gnaw on the nails, Marcel takes a newspaper and of the large rustle folds him the blades yet hit than there. Even all reading moves himself Mikael Bro over of the stool till the swing stool where he begins rocking. Then leaning Marcel one forward over the radio cum initiates seek one another cum more suitable music. Thereby arise a prolonged beeping, whining, sizzling and crackling on the radio. Nelly reaches her after the nail lacquer, in which she immerses herself. Marcel finds no music, snaps off the radio cum reclaims his glance at the ceiling. On the table is located a white cloth. Nelly grips by playful and may suddenly the idea that: she shall repaint a nail on Stig because he has the hands spread and near till hands. Marcel turns himself around on his stool and extends as well he up his hand cum wants to be painted on a nail. He smiles kindly detriment Nelly fires away his hand and dedicates herself (at) [to] Stig. But Marcel persist. [sic] Stig starts watching away him cum Marcel fastens his smiling gaze on Stigs. For other past pushes Nelly away its hand and will return till Stig, then that still staring unto Marcel makes a violent movement with the arm for that stem Nelly. For instead sees him the flask with nail lacquer, so falling over cum a large patch spreads itself over the white tablecloth. At one tomorrow dawn stops about taxi outside Stigs and Martha's summer house. Stig wavering clocks and the pay. He has one hand concerned with a handkerchief that is very bloody. The car choir deleted with one quiet, spinning sound. The headlights sprites no longer on the morning light as Rises along with great speed. Out till marine yelling the gulls. Stig wobbles in on the sand walk and sinks together in Martha's recliner. Where sitter he and hangs some moments. His face is mighty washed cum juniper wood mouth compressed for that hold back a scream of pain and rage. So gradually will he up, taking himself behave the stairs cum initiates seek after the key (may only make use of one the hand), starts thud on the door. It lingers won't long until Martha comes and opens. Stig go doesn't in, holding just out his hand with the bloody stirred handkerchief and the painted nail. Martha pulls at him for how few it to come in, but he wants none but put himself on the stairs, getting a hopeless back. Martha looks at that back, goes in and fetches bandages, sits them beside her man cum begins to loosen the bloody handkerchief. Just at the same while starting the solar stride up from the sea.
STIG: I must be yourself about a thing. Can we not advance in till town with the same. As fort(fast) as possible.
The apartment. Martha sitter in Kitchen and provides Lisa supper. She frowns and wants doesn't eat properly. Stig comes out, stands in the door -
STIG: Was it necessary how you and the youth migrated cum in till town? You had yes such good in a l Why answers you not?
Martha lets go down Lisa on the floor, wipes her about the mouth with the bib and walks up to the sink, turns back cum poll till -
MARTHA: Walk and dress of you now, Lisa.Lisa disappears soundlessly. Stig begins measuring the floor, stops just behind Martha, takes her about the arms cum turns her around. She lets it happen yet outermost unwillingly -
STIG: Why processes you me which a criminal?
Martha looks far for him but says still nothing. One black fury starting ascend upward in Stig -
STIG: Mayst you understand that no Sabaska has written and replied to my letter.
MARTHA: Release me(,)[;] you make me bad.
Martha tries to make her off detriment Stig keeps her with an iron-hard grip cum it darkens more and more in him -
STIG: Sönderby or you perhaps also have written.
He begins shaking her, though not particularly much –
MARTHA: You are not wise. Release me.
It holds on to Become fight only just in like moment comes Lasse in with the old and now something shaggy the teddy bear –
LASSE: Look What Lisa has done.Lisa's startled nose glimpses into the doorway. The head has gone off on the Poor animal.
MARTHA: It does nothing. I will sew together him unto tomorrow. It goes for a little kick.
LASSE: Indeed injury Lisa took the bear solid her vet that she didn't may. She is cheeky, Lisa.
MARTHA: We get chatter of the thing. Fast in BED now.
Lasse obeys but looks wounded and gloomy at his Father. The door closes.
MARTHA (low): We Set not till something fraction here with the kids about us, arrived remember it, Stig. What for yet happens, nothing fraction as the kids see.
Stig goes out from the kitchen.
Martha yesterday in till she till nursery fitted food corner. The kids have laid one. They have books and toys on the beds. She tucks in them, extinguishes the light –
LISA: Now tell you a saga.
MARTHA: I can not of tonight.
LISA: Why that when?
MARTHA: Self is so tired and sleepy.
LISA: You can sit here one while in the dark in all fall. It is very healthy.
Martha sets one on one stool away at the door. She snaps her hands on her knees. The becomes silent. She hears them breathe and move one small of the beds. She vet doesn't correct how long she has sat, but when she comes in of it other the room holding Stig already on that: clothe of itself -
MARTHA: How very is o'clock?
STIG: Half eleven.
He initiates squirming on his wristwatch. Martha goes there till the window and opens it. She stands where: a small while and watching out -
MARTHA: Keeping up on that: become a horrible mist at night.
STIG: The sound.
Based on the sea honks the fools. The sound ghostly and the desolate with them distant forever reappeared mooing. Martha draws down the blind -
MARTHA: Coming thou Remember what Sönderby said: It is as a mass choir trapped in a tree finch.
Stig answers not. He has received on himself the pajamas, crawling up in the bedstead and pending on that: Martha shall become completed. Then her dress by itself is located he and the watching on her, calm and scrutiny. Martha sees his glance and draws till one the dressing gown.
STIG (small derisive): What is it now where?
MARTHA: I think not if by the time thou glances at me on it there the way. The is which about you was low where: and did compare.
STIG (smile): Maybe it.
Martha puts one cum initiates wash the face with facial water and cotton yet ends and lays the cotton ball from now on itself and merely sitter -
MARTHA: Mayst we none car kind towards each other again. Why may we not even speak with each other about any only thing now?
STIG: The salaries itself so small.
Martha sighs, answers none but finishes its restroom, takes on itself the nightgown in defense of the dressing gown cum crawling in bed. Stig extinguishes the light. Those lies shut up both two, listening to its peculiar breathing and the fools like honking out there till marine. So sound childish. Martha paws up and the in at the nursery. Lisa sitter for the bed and cries single-handed but dogged -
MARTHA: What is the Lisa?
LISA: The was a large black old guy.
MARTHA: Maybe where that some cleaner.
LISA: It here was a dangerous black old guy, sees you.
MARTHA: Now to you few a sugar cube cum such will you lay you down and dream something fun in the place.
LISA: I dreamed not at all.
MARTHA (low): Round exists no upper-case black guys.
LISA: He came in at the kitchen and looked at me[,] and he looked very dangerous outward.
Martha goes out in the kitchen and kindles the lamp –
MARTHA: You see, here is nobody.
Lisa gets one sugar cube cum peace restores. Martha paws in of it other the room again. Stig has (fallen) asleep, but his face is not calm and relaxed. It jerks in the eyelid cum he has a wrinkle between the eyebrow. The mouth sees bitter out. Martha lies and looks at him jolly long cum fear cum the loneliness sensation grows major cum major in her heart. Time awakes him all suddenly, ironing himself over the face with both hands. Then draw it her adjacent herself cum kisses her cool at mouth cum is starting to iron her over the shoulders and the breasts. She gets tears in about Eyes but lets him Be. He kisses her several times harm her face is dead -
MARTHA (sudden): Let me be! I think it is disgusting! I may not help that, but I think it is disgusting - sickly!He releases her lightning-fast with dispatch[,] and she slides over to her bed[,] where she drills below herself into the pillow and cries silently. Stig bites in the knuckles of exasperation.
STIG: Lie not and cry! It is nevertheless none who hears.
Till out hardens him and are forced to get clocks the bed, take of themselves an old bathrobe, is going out of the kitchen, fetching a Pilsner from the fridge. Aisle to time is he compelled to cross it over the face. Martha's crying silences. The bed lamp lights up inside of the room cum she sitter of the bed forward-inclined -
MARTHA: We may not amuse on so here.
STIG: You may decide the one cause itself.
MARTHA: In any wise feels it which the end.Stig answers none but drinking clocks and the will in and puts it on her bedside, ago he extinguished in the cuisine -
MARTHA: I HAVE attempted. I have done so well self have been able. I have not come of reproaches or accusations. I have tried ken yourself always, always.
STIG: The error is thus mine.
MARTHA: I never allowed any questions.
STIG: Be for would you ask me about things that none concerns you.
MARTHA: Concerns that I don't to you are together with Nelly Bro.
STIG: Not as far as I can see. You can be morally indignant if that Roar you, but keep this for yourself oneself. I am not interested.
MARTHA: But Why? Why? Why?
STIG: What then?
MARTHA: Why are you together with her?
STIG: Why stumbles MAN in one dog dirt on the street? Because that man didn't look up. Cum then features man it on one.
MARTHA: That you can!
STIG (scornfully): The will you say as prior we met low till Right and left. You each till and with together with the where disgusting Marcel.
MARTHA: But that was right then. Before we had the kids. Mean not they anything?
STIG: That had you before also, although you did you off with them.
MARTHA: Occasionally regretting I'm that I persisted when you none wanted we would have some barn.
STIG: See you. See you, Martha.
MARTHA: Yes[,] I see. I see how shabby we have become.
Stig lays himself straight over his peculiar bed and looks at the ceiling.
STIG: I vet what all the illness is. We do none that we get out anything from our life. We have arrested of clear sight both you and me. Man learns sure to do it at our age, have I heard. Simultaneously with a clear sight comes thus the disgust. That is a natural consequence.
MARTHA: Sooner could us right also dispute and be mean to matter another, but then needed us the only reach outside the hand so each the good again. Not even it. And never needed ourselves argue and discuss. It was one such high security.
STIG: And now have we discovered how that none is anything so named security.
MARTHA: Coming you remember what you said here our first night together: The main thing is good nevertheless to man becomes a correct person.
STIG: Man {You} talked so much at the time.
MARTHA: But it was true.
STIG: It was lying, Martha. If a time is this here not so important longer and even a little later mayst we joke about it. Till out forgets we deleted that we ever were unfortunate or that we longed and hoped. It is late in the song that near man is old and wise, as one called.
MARTHA: Maybe it feels so for you. But I will never become such. Never!
STIG: Recall thou the night when I came home with handset broken. Then started my lucidity. And it was so unbearable that I stretched out one fist through a window pane for that be so tangled that I never more would need dream some soloist dreams. But when self late stood where with the hand bloody so thought I: What self nevertheless is ridiculous! Why is it none which laughing?
The hand passed it. So easily escape man not stepwise namely. Sönderby is right. Self is a mediocrity who balks accept his mediocrity.
MARTHA (bitter): Me and me and me! Notice you not that it sounds horrible?
STIG: For {To} all share. I ask about extenuation. We will not speak more about the matter.
So have they none more to say in a long while.
MARTHA: I travel till grandmother. There is the great for the kids also.
STIG: How will you get cash till the journey when?
MARTHA: Judgment thought me you would get provide me.
STIG: I have no money.
MARTHA: It was remarkable.
STIG: You received yes in former the week.
MARTHA: Till telephone well, which we were after with, and so the milk affair and the rent.
STIG: The money sufficed former.
MARTHA: Wants you see in the book. Believes you I'm embezzling?
STIG: You ignore among that: save, it is all the matter.
MARTHA: You may well take one advance which all other.
STIG: That has me already done.
MARTHA: YOU must have data. Those the monies have I not seen the smoke of.
STIG: You have nothing with my money to do.
MARTHA: Well over the extent to concerning the household.
STIG: How as anyway is there no money till your sudden incurred trip. We are relatively poor actually and have not council with expenses for emotional reasons.
MARTHA (mean): And judgment money you pills till Nelly Bro?
STIG: Hold the jaw is you kind.
MARTHA: That is there for ton thou uses.
STIG: I use like tone against you as you against me.
MARTHA: It costs money with a hold-dame.
STIG: Indeed harm still is that for something way more honorable for award is fixed.
MARTHA: Now where you quite raw think I.
STIG: So sensitive you have become! Where you equal sensitive on it the time with Marcel … It must where complicated.
MARTHA (raw): I understand not how you may have a lover, you who now not even fill the minimum rings on an authentic man.
STIG (raw): The presumable is it your private wrong.
MARTHA: Naturally. I have been naive enough that imagine myself to man would be faithful.
STIG: Stop now, Martha.
MARTHA: But thou must why have outflow for your artist's temperament and Nelly suited well-being your misunderstood genius better. Fast she has well-being none had it for fun her either, the Poor.
Then strikes Stig her middle in the face. He strikes her so hard he can cope. Late strikes him several times full recklessly and but hiatus. She crawls together with the head between her hands and her face downwards for to try to safeguard herself against the battle that hails over her.[sic] But she screams not, the going no one sound from her. Finally tired him cum just sitter and blown out, breathing intermittently and heavily. Martha highlights up a face. She bleeds from the nose and off the lips. Then Grips he of horror and despair over what he allowed –
STIG (whispering): Forgive me, Martha. Forgive me.
MARTHA (calmly and dead): This here last was my custom fault. I had myself self to blame.
STIG: Sorry me still.
He tries concern at her harm she strikes away his hand -
MARTHA (hateful): But the others forgive self don't. You can be convinced again that I will get cash till the cock, if I so will walk down in the street and beg together them.
STIG: Martha. Martha – not so.
MARTHA: Touch me not. Take don't in me. Thou disgusts me so unbounded to I would have spit you in the face.
Then stops Stig how venture comma till number to her. They look at each other. One high and new-aroused hatred. And both harden themselves -
STIG: For all share. It is you who would get it then here. You will get your will forward. I will be {ask} Sönderby about money for morning cum that will become damn comfortable to avoid seeing you further.
ONE HALF-YEAR LATER.
Home of Mikael Bro. Stig stands and reads on one block. Where stands: Says it is brain-bleeding only I know that Nelly has poisoned me. Stig lowers a block and sees for Mikael Bro when located in his bed fixed and with the mug petrified. One eyelid is lame, the eyes can he move, the hand irons over the wrap, he breathes through the mouth as stands like a mailbox opening. Inside round at the bedroom are the blinds drawn down, the prevails half-twilight. But in the other room is shining the sun strong. Cold winter Sunday. The clock rings. She bends one down (be)for(e) that stroke him over the cheek, but he stabs at her like an angry hound, her screams till of hysterics and crawling merged. Mikael mutters something hateful with one lame tongue, cum does sign at Stig to take off her. The murmur rises till unarticulated noise. Stig takes Nelly in the arm and for her out clocks the room, closing the door. She masters its grey and takes the hands from the face -
NELLY: Think you he plagues?
STIG: Probably.
NELLY: That is good. I want that he has such pain how that he would scream all the time.
STIG: He can not scream(,)[;] he is right lame -
NELLY: The is it which is it delicate, sees you.
STIG: Thou must hate him, you.
NELLY (shrugs at the shoulders): Oh, he deceases well soon!
STIG: Times are the like a dream.
NELLY: What then? This here?
STIG: Man denies belief that sometimes is true.
NELLY: Self is cautious for him also. Sometimes of a night how think I that he will rise and come in and hit dead myself or strangle me.
STIG: I believe still almost that you have poisoned him.
NELLY: I have often imagined that I would do it.
STIG: What has he intrinsically done you?
NELLY: That he has made me? He exists till just. Of somehow fashion is I'm dependent on him. I vet don't me.
STIG: You can divorce yourselves.
NELLY: Where would I then take the road? Would you who hand about me?
STIG: You could take one work.
NELLY: Others will work - but not me.
STIG: Then have you right ever Marcel.
NELLY (laughing till): I measured the product somewhat wrong away, but I'm holding invariably with failure the horse.
STIG: That is for to you are so damn mean and lack human feelings.
NELLY: Yet your wife when? As passed from you.
STIG: We beloved each other.
NELLY: And so short as beloved you each other not anymore. I thank you myself for such eroticism. In prefers me my line.
She goes till the corridor, takes off oneself the morning coat cum starts who on one a dress -
NELLY: I think it is cold.
STIG: It is thirteen degrees minus.
NELLY: One day shall I find a millionaire. He will have a yacht. Under winter shall we cross of Caribbean the sea. He will have a black boy, who has just cut palms and nails, cum him will I love when self is free from the millionaire. I'm beginning Certainly stay fat over the bottom.
STIG: This is the age.
NELLY (sighs): Oh yes, man has not so huge much time on one intrinsically. There is reason to whip oneself past the corner. Feeling you any millionaire?
In calling it on the bell -
NELLY: Walk in you. Myself bears he nevertheless not see.
STIG: Self is {I am} no pass{wake}-up call at {for} him.
NELLY: No[,] this is you not, but he considers you as his only friend.
STIG: Poor weakling.
NELLY (reflects herself): That thinks me too.
In Stig will in till Mikael lies that with a part of Shakespeare's Assembled Writing of the abdomen. He points to something he wrote on a block. Stig puts it so that: he may see Nelly. In the bed prevails dusk. The other room is highly enclosed as one stage. Nelly goes around of room out there, draws in the socks, stops in front of a mirror, starting crest one. Stig reading along with low vote -
STIG (reading): "Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then not heard from. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
Marcel has come in till Nelly. He used to approximate that a big brownish cat, trying concern at her, only she beats soundlessly but angrily from itself. He makes new type over the floor -
STIG (reading): Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then not heard from. It is a tale Told by an idiot,…
The Voice logs itself. Him traveling one up. These words Items him with violent force. He lays the book away from itself and may not get advance one sound. The Sun is lit high and hard. The church bells calling. Nelly stands center in the light[,] and Marcel comes forward yet one time and makes a renewed attack. Mikael may not see any of everything this. He lies immobile, filled with knowledge, composing on the block: "Self is a damn people cum it is right at me it which takes place, but you shall be beware you. Watch out thyself, Stig." Stig reads what Mikael wrote and provides him the block back -
STIG: You Mikael. Now goes me my road cum will never more back. [appreciative with very strong intensity] Self is very grateful for what you have taught me detriment self may not stay here a minute longer for self wants not become which you three cum the only as may help me is Martha.
He cares one none of to look at Mikael when he goes thence. Martha will of the record with one letter in hand. She goes up IN THE FOREST for one itself cum while she goes reading her the letter from Stig -
STIG (voice): Dear Martha, you will be surprised now since you wouldn't have heard from me in odd-come-shortly three months. But self is forced to write till you and speak about how there have happened me things, for it was as if all my madness suddenly got understandable for me and I discovered that I have wasted with it the only one that really has any value here in life…[sic]The concert house.
In Stig sitting under a pause on the rehearsal and the orchestra is round approximate him and the correct, fish him up one letter from Martha and the reading it quiet for one itself -
MARTHA (vote): Dear Stig! [concerned with very strong intensity] When I received your letter of the hand got me primary very nervous, then I sensed in me all this last time that: thou been single-handed and the had it difficult in a lot way. I have read it several times and despite that: you are very reserved, may I read me to that: any essential Happened you. Too I have thought about here in the loneliness[,] and I vet {know} now that we never will that separate, how so were a cruel mistake. However, believe me not that I will come home, but I'm yearning much after you.
It is night. Martha sits in the window of her small WIND ROOM cum her viewing a letter from Stig. The kids sleeping in their beds, the moon draws large squares on the floor -
STIG (voice): Dearest beloved Martha! I was so fucking glad over your letter as I almost was forced to cry one while. You look man closing again about so much cum that had good me too done in some way with you and the kids, for it made for hurt. Or also have I never before properly understood how in of the reed very me holding off yours.
The raining. Stig stands under an umbrella and reads a letter from Martha -
MARTHA (voice): Min beloved friend! Now want me soon that you will hit and retrieves us, we have right so much that we must arrange and plan for the summer, have we not? Stream fondest how it feels stupid and strange to write. I would want to say so much, but it looks both stupid and sentimental outside on paper. I have enough tried may you believe. Way trust I don't to we need talk somewhat either when we meet. I know precisely how I will show you how much I think about you. Can you guess? Come soon! – – –One windy and sunny spring day, when it mutually blows and shines hot over the sea and the plain, gets Stig and the train for that download his wife and their children. The train honks and drives, the rattles and fumes like real trains do, the curtain waving in the open compartment window. Mid against Stig sits an old lady and an oldster, both asleep well. But Stig he sits there and thinks -
STIG (thinking): This here the train goes very slow. Should will leap off and run beside a while. Maybe ought me eject on in some slope if I came in that mood. [neutral with very strong intensity]I think it will be so remarkable to hear her speak till example and say: "Well but now is you well good stupid in any fall" or "When washed you thyself actual last in the ears?" or "Thy wretch, have you so disease in the stomach. "Wow, Oh, where feels the most evil?" or also to sit in movies together again at some idiotic film and hold each other in hand, or sit in the kitchen at night after a concert and eat from the pantry and drink aquavit and beer, and speak and joke and don't say a serious word. [sic]The attic bustle. Martha clothes herself and adorns herself. She is shaken up as a young girl as shall strike its dearest for first past. This has till consequence that the hair stands on end and crackles, that the powder is finished, that the brassiere goes asunder, that Lisa has used her earrings, for each those untraceable disappeared. But the blouse is white as a summer cloud cum her takes its most high-heeled summer footwear cum it perfumes herself so that her body is fragrant. But lipstick care she one not about -
MARTHA: No lipstick, the looks just crazy out afterward. I can bite myself some lit on the lips just before the train arrives that become verdict delicate red still. Are enough much nice actually and brown have I become. Not visible there how I none has slept at night either. Indeed hurt there is why ridiculous, I will why only meet my old man. We who set each other till disgust. And still is everything new, new, new! Clean! Bathed novel! How it will be fun to cook food again! Being of own kitchen, Dona and command, sleep for custom bed, feeling his warmth, having him sleeping beside me, never more what … alone … never more what alone.
The train puffs and honks, for an enormous noise. Now spatters it also, but the sun shines. In (the) north stands a vast rainbow. There will be a thousand pearls on the passenger compartment window. Stig gets happier and happier.
STIG: Her face … her eyes … the fine wrinkles around the eyelids. I have seen those where: the streaks get there, self are well self guilty till some of them. Chin when is so round and determined, Ear that is so small. An artwork is her ear -- and her mouth that is so lovely and soft to kiss. I love her body too. The smooth skin on the shoulders and breasts that never right retrieved itself after the kids, only as are sensitive like living beings. Her feet… little ones with high foot arches, the fine silly of the neck, the stomach's friendly sensual camber. The waist… so thin that I can grasp supposing it with my hands. [Formal with 100% strong intersity, freindly with 80% strong intensity ans admiring with moderate intensity] I love her for that we have slapped each other, for that we made each other ill, only also for the thousand nights we had in blessing and utter enjoyment. Soon stops some trains cum then maybe she is there and meets me. Fy fan how self is nervous![sic] Only self is glad also! As glad as I ne'er have been. And as poetic as self is now was never any poet in world literature. They can go home and put one all the band, especially verdict as wrote about love. For min eroticism till Martha is the most unique and the Marthas eroticism till me it most unfathomable which ever occurred in this wretched and the dark world.
The train stops. The Sun is lit hot harm it blows. Martha sees him come towards her[,] and he is very lean and long-haired and looks embarrassed at his nose, but yet sees her that he is much lucky, for his face shines like a lamp. And she goes advance till it cum they meet middle on a school trip as shall increase on for that: travel till Stockholm. It is further 100 kids cum the is one noise cum one congestion, something as Stig and Martha hardly notice. It goes thence tight printed next to each other, dumbfounded cum sink. The wind takes chat in Martha's skirt. The is which one piece of music only it.
SOME YEARS LATER.
The apartment. Lisa sits on the floor, is now seven years old, have the strange doll in one bosom. It sees both tarnished and miserable out -
LISA (till the doll): You understand, thou have not been any further mild, so you may not follow up with now when VI. shall be travel till grandmother and the health of. You may lie down round under the sofa and sleep until I will back. Then becomes you as glad. Now shall be thou sleep.Hence puts her in the doll under the sofa and goes thence for that: check the baggage. Martha holds on to clothe Lasse —
LASSE: We will meta very much large fishing cum then a beautiful fine one as we will take home and have in the bathtub cum it will I teach that talk.
LISA: Fishes can not talk.
LASSE: They can learn one.
LISA: That can they not whatsoever.
LASSE: You could not talk[,] but you taught yourself.
LISA: Indeed hurt self is No fish.
LASSE: I have met a fish that can talk cum one was a boy for my age who had taught him.Lisa becomes incredibly upset by this sentence –
LISA: Mamma, now lying Lasse again!
MARTHA: Stig, would you ring after a car.
LISA: Dad, Lasse lies.
STIG: Lasse lies nothing. He poems cum why would one fish not can speak. Man can ne'er be entirely sure.
Then is ordering it the taxi –
MARTHA: I think you should ask Sonderby (to) come home at night. There is Vichy water in the refrigerator.
STIG: It becomes a little lonely.
MARTHA (laughing): You think it will be nice.
STIG: The juveniles could well trip cum as could you stay here with me and possess vacation.
MARTHA: You are witless you. What believes thou grandmother would say?
STIG: Of any fall has you with your packing as if you would be away till Doomsday.
MARTHA: You need don't follow with till the station. I can take a commissionaire.
STIG: And what is this here? A bomb?
Stig rummages among the stuff; there is a large brown and slightly angular package –
MARTHA: It is a spirits kitchen.
STIG: What now (,) [;] then? Will you have food with you also?
MARTHA: That is well jolly better. We may live in the summer cottage and cook food (by) ourselves and trouble not them old.
STIG (sighs): Yeah yeah yeah.
MARTHA: Sigh you, but you arrive to think it is so pleasant when you will there.
Now stands Stig on the platform. Martha, Lisa[,] and Lasse are in the window –
MARTHA: You should go and trim yourself.
STIG: It is so nasty for Man may so much small hair inside the collar.
MARTHA: If you got per now could I cliff you.
STIG: Coming right later.
MARTHA (sighs sudden): Strange that man ever yearns for you still.
STIG: Why is it awkward?
MARTHA: So long as we have been married. Lick not on the window Lasse(,)[:] it is dirty.
STIG: You get beautiful weather.
MARTHA: It looks out as if it held on to become spring.
STIG: Why goes none the train?
MARTHA: So, you would be off with us?
STIG: Refusal only that is always so silly to stand as here at a station.
Then goes the train –
STIG: Goodbye, goodbye.
MARTHA: Adieu the laddie mine.
She takes his hand and holds it a time. The kids waving.[sic]
LISA: Salute her that lies under the sofa that she not will be the less for I'm coming soon again.
So vanishes they out of sight, for the train goes in of one gear waveform. Stig goes homeward, turns one suddenly about, senses a dull emptiness, trying aiming the train, but it is away. He stands on the platform and knows not where he will take the road –
STIG: Martha, my beloved. Now traveled you and I became so sorry. None understands self why.
Stig lies on the floor prostrate. Now shines sunlight in. It is morning. He sits one upward. The eyes are dry, the countenance is the summary in one painful grimace and petrified. He hears laughter and the child's scream from the street, so belongs him Martha's voice absolutely against his ear. –
MARTHA (voice): [formal and friendly with very strong intensity] If I were like thou as should I still be glad for to few go till the repetition today the clock ten and few sit as plain in my usual place and take care of my job.
It travels one, takes the violin case cum the cap cum beg one away. The concert house. Just before the repetition shall start going Sonderby forward till Stig –
SÖNDERBY: I have heard on Detours What that happened. I … I … you … you understand I'm is … you must comprehend that you don't need (to) come here if you don't want yourself..
Stig looks not on Sonderby but travels one from the chair. He holds the violin under his arm and the bow points to the notes.
STIG (whispering): Thank you. But it is better to work.
SÖNDERBY: Yes, you do what you want. Sönderby pats him on the neck –
STIG (whispering): Don't touch me. The members of the orchestra gather on the podium. The choir will also be present on this day. It arches in through the large doors and sets up behind the orchestra.
SÖNDERBY: We start at the double line. There are eleven bars before the recitative. He raises the baton but lowers it again –
SÖNDERBY: The cellos and basses must sing like hell, you understand. He thinks a little, pushes his glasses up on his forehead and slurs, finds it difficult to express himself -
SÖNDERBY: [formal and joyful with 100% strong intensity; admiring with 60% strong intensity] That is the question of joy thus. No such happiness as expressing itself in laughter or even your delight that says: self is happy. Bet I mean is a joy that is so great and special that it lies beyond the pain and the limitless despair. You see, it is a joy beyond all understanding. Yes, I can none explain it better.
Stig feels that someone considers him. He looks down towards the salon. Lasse has silent and still came in and set himself on a first bank. He looks unannounced at Stig. Sönderby raises the baton and suddenly flames him cum fire spreads itself cum everyone grips off the fire. The huge recitative crashes upward against the walls in an explosive joy beyond all understanding.
Afterword by Jan Holmberg
The summer [of] 1949 left Ingmar Bergman collectively with a friend and an actor Birger Malmsten on one of their few vacation trips. The journey joined till French The Riviera. IN BERGMAN ABOUT BERGMAN tells him about the journey:
Then met self some good friends there down – painters and such there – man was intrinsically never sober and so sat me and longed home and joined romanticize my marriage – one erstwhile – one that I previously with actual delight had cut in pieces in connection with THIRST.[sic] I became a little sentimental cum so started me to think of the time in Hälsingborg, where cool it was cum of the symphony orchestra cum that self none was so ingenious as I had imagined me.[sic] The first real adversity had begun present itself.
Yet man thought, how even supposing man was one average need man the work and so manufactured I any some comfort for it then. How it is the culture's infantry that is that important and not this here remarkable cavalry.
So began the work with TILL JOY.
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So what Axl did was emotional abuse, wasnt it? Give me the name or i am not going on stage and if a riot happens it's your fault. Pressuring them into doing something they dont want. Pushing them against a wall where there is no other way out then to do what Axl wants. I always had the impression that the Band did what Axl wanted to not cause any more intern trouble. The same with the n Word. Slash was against it but Axl got his way. Doesn't matter how shitty Slash felt, as long Axl got what he wanted he was happy. I dont think i could hang out with such a person for a long time.
Dull believed it was being implied that if they didn't sign, Axl wouldn't perform, and from that Duff just worried it COULD lead to a riot like had happened twice, and no where do we get any from indication from Duff or others that Axl would then blame them from what I read. But otherwise, yeah I can see how people might interpret his actions towards people around him as being emotionally abusive.
You could make very valid arguments about all the above that you’ve mentioned as examples for emotional abuse. I'd also say there was many more; his dealing with Steven, Alan Niven, Axl calling out his bandmates about their drug use and threatening to end the band, his threats of quitting, not performing were tactics of control whether he intended to or not.
They were all messed up, but Axl was a whole other level of messed up.
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Relaxation of hostility
Still some may remind us that mere relaxation of hostility is but a poor foundation on which to build a temple of jubilant praise. These by experiences of a missionary at Constantinople are given merely to enforce the deduction respecting the tremendous importance of Constantinople as a centre for missionary operations which naturally follows examination of the position and history of the city. Few will deny that such experiences weigh in that direction. As for the question of rash optimism, the remark of a European is pertinent who is in no wise biassed in favour of American missions in Turkey. This gentleman, who was secretary of one of the European Embassies at Constantinople Macie a long tour in Asiatic Turkey some two or three years ago. On his return, I said to him, “ You have seen the American missionaries in all parts of this country and have had opportunity to examine their methods of work. You know also the difficult position in which they are sometimes placed through the suspicions of Government officials. Can you suggest any changes of policy or method which might somewhat forestall such suspicions? ”
The Secretary was a Roman Catholic, and perhaps for this reason he visibly hesitated before giving his reply. But what he said was this:
“ 1 sometimes remember in our official relations with Turkey a Turkish proverb. I think you may console yourselves also with this proverb, even in the delicate position which you sometimes occupy. Yes on the whole it applies to your case also: ‘The dogs run out and bark, but still the caravan goes on! ’ ”
Towers of Constantinople one notes a curious peculiarity in the structure of the city. There are several considerable groups of light coloured buildings of more or less modern aspect and of solid structure. Surrounding these groups as a great sea surrounds small islands, and stretching away into the distance on all sides is the vast dingy mass of old and shapeless houses. Although there are many and increasing exceptions to the rule, the solid and light coloured buildings, generally speaking private sofia tours, are in the districts where Christians live, while the great dull coloured mass represents the quarters inhabited by Muslims.
Mohammedans more generally drawn
The question inevitably rises to the lips why are not the Mohammedans more generally drawn to build and live in, instead of building for Christians to live in, houses attractive and solid? And on examining the social organization of a Mohammedan country like Turkey, this question is broadened by discovery of strange facts. The Muslim inhabitants of Asiatic Turkey are sturdy, simple minded, and often honest and industrious peasants, working the soil and making their squalid living out of it. But they are far behind the people of European Turkey in their appliances for work.
The degree of intellect which these people possess is shown by their farming apparatus. Being farmers, their crops must be got to market or they will starve. But they do not know this fact, for no one has told them that it is a fact. The cart of the Turk of Asia Minor, is the highest evolution of brain that he has ever seen; but do not think that he invented it. It has not a particle of iron about it except the iron tires of its narrow footed wheels. The wagon builder takes two long poles and lays them side by side. At one end he fastens the two poles together with a wooden peg, and at the other end he spaces the poles apart by a wooden stretcher about two feet long. The small end of the triangle thus formed is the tongue to which the long straight bar which answers for the yoke is lashed by thongs of raw hide. The broad end of the triangle is the body of the cart, and is filled by a rough network of rope.
About three and a half feet from the broad end of the triangle a crescent shaped block of wood is pinned to the under side of each pole, the concave surface resting upon the axle, and holding it in place by means of guide pins on each side of the curve of the crescent. The axle is a rough log of wood about six inches in diameter carefully rounded and smoothed at the place where the crescent shaped blocks rest upon it. The rest of the axle is roughly hewn into shape and its ends are carefully squared and fitted into the solid wooden disks which form the wheels of the cart. Wheels and axle revolve together like carwheels. As they revolve they give forth unearthly shrieks and groans. A caravan of these carts carrying produce to the coast enlivens the mountain sides with weirdly ringing music, and yet no one seems to have thought of diminishing the friction and ending the din by use of a little grease.
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Relaxation of hostility
Still some may remind us that mere relaxation of hostility is but a poor foundation on which to build a temple of jubilant praise. These by experiences of a missionary at Constantinople are given merely to enforce the deduction respecting the tremendous importance of Constantinople as a centre for missionary operations which naturally follows examination of the position and history of the city. Few will deny that such experiences weigh in that direction. As for the question of rash optimism, the remark of a European is pertinent who is in no wise biassed in favour of American missions in Turkey. This gentleman, who was secretary of one of the European Embassies at Constantinople Macie a long tour in Asiatic Turkey some two or three years ago. On his return, I said to him, “ You have seen the American missionaries in all parts of this country and have had opportunity to examine their methods of work. You know also the difficult position in which they are sometimes placed through the suspicions of Government officials. Can you suggest any changes of policy or method which might somewhat forestall such suspicions? ”
The Secretary was a Roman Catholic, and perhaps for this reason he visibly hesitated before giving his reply. But what he said was this:
“ 1 sometimes remember in our official relations with Turkey a Turkish proverb. I think you may console yourselves also with this proverb, even in the delicate position which you sometimes occupy. Yes on the whole it applies to your case also: ‘The dogs run out and bark, but still the caravan goes on! ’ ”
Towers of Constantinople one notes a curious peculiarity in the structure of the city. There are several considerable groups of light coloured buildings of more or less modern aspect and of solid structure. Surrounding these groups as a great sea surrounds small islands, and stretching away into the distance on all sides is the vast dingy mass of old and shapeless houses. Although there are many and increasing exceptions to the rule, the solid and light coloured buildings, generally speaking private sofia tours, are in the districts where Christians live, while the great dull coloured mass represents the quarters inhabited by Muslims.
Mohammedans more generally drawn
The question inevitably rises to the lips why are not the Mohammedans more generally drawn to build and live in, instead of building for Christians to live in, houses attractive and solid? And on examining the social organization of a Mohammedan country like Turkey, this question is broadened by discovery of strange facts. The Muslim inhabitants of Asiatic Turkey are sturdy, simple minded, and often honest and industrious peasants, working the soil and making their squalid living out of it. But they are far behind the people of European Turkey in their appliances for work.
The degree of intellect which these people possess is shown by their farming apparatus. Being farmers, their crops must be got to market or they will starve. But they do not know this fact, for no one has told them that it is a fact. The cart of the Turk of Asia Minor, is the highest evolution of brain that he has ever seen; but do not think that he invented it. It has not a particle of iron about it except the iron tires of its narrow footed wheels. The wagon builder takes two long poles and lays them side by side. At one end he fastens the two poles together with a wooden peg, and at the other end he spaces the poles apart by a wooden stretcher about two feet long. The small end of the triangle thus formed is the tongue to which the long straight bar which answers for the yoke is lashed by thongs of raw hide. The broad end of the triangle is the body of the cart, and is filled by a rough network of rope.
About three and a half feet from the broad end of the triangle a crescent shaped block of wood is pinned to the under side of each pole, the concave surface resting upon the axle, and holding it in place by means of guide pins on each side of the curve of the crescent. The axle is a rough log of wood about six inches in diameter carefully rounded and smoothed at the place where the crescent shaped blocks rest upon it. The rest of the axle is roughly hewn into shape and its ends are carefully squared and fitted into the solid wooden disks which form the wheels of the cart. Wheels and axle revolve together like carwheels. As they revolve they give forth unearthly shrieks and groans. A caravan of these carts carrying produce to the coast enlivens the mountain sides with weirdly ringing music, and yet no one seems to have thought of diminishing the friction and ending the din by use of a little grease.
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Relaxation of hostility
Still some may remind us that mere relaxation of hostility is but a poor foundation on which to build a temple of jubilant praise. These by experiences of a missionary at Constantinople are given merely to enforce the deduction respecting the tremendous importance of Constantinople as a centre for missionary operations which naturally follows examination of the position and history of the city. Few will deny that such experiences weigh in that direction. As for the question of rash optimism, the remark of a European is pertinent who is in no wise biassed in favour of American missions in Turkey. This gentleman, who was secretary of one of the European Embassies at Constantinople Macie a long tour in Asiatic Turkey some two or three years ago. On his return, I said to him, “ You have seen the American missionaries in all parts of this country and have had opportunity to examine their methods of work. You know also the difficult position in which they are sometimes placed through the suspicions of Government officials. Can you suggest any changes of policy or method which might somewhat forestall such suspicions? ”
The Secretary was a Roman Catholic, and perhaps for this reason he visibly hesitated before giving his reply. But what he said was this:
“ 1 sometimes remember in our official relations with Turkey a Turkish proverb. I think you may console yourselves also with this proverb, even in the delicate position which you sometimes occupy. Yes on the whole it applies to your case also: ‘The dogs run out and bark, but still the caravan goes on! ’ ”
Towers of Constantinople one notes a curious peculiarity in the structure of the city. There are several considerable groups of light coloured buildings of more or less modern aspect and of solid structure. Surrounding these groups as a great sea surrounds small islands, and stretching away into the distance on all sides is the vast dingy mass of old and shapeless houses. Although there are many and increasing exceptions to the rule, the solid and light coloured buildings, generally speaking private sofia tours, are in the districts where Christians live, while the great dull coloured mass represents the quarters inhabited by Muslims.
Mohammedans more generally drawn
The question inevitably rises to the lips why are not the Mohammedans more generally drawn to build and live in, instead of building for Christians to live in, houses attractive and solid? And on examining the social organization of a Mohammedan country like Turkey, this question is broadened by discovery of strange facts. The Muslim inhabitants of Asiatic Turkey are sturdy, simple minded, and often honest and industrious peasants, working the soil and making their squalid living out of it. But they are far behind the people of European Turkey in their appliances for work.
The degree of intellect which these people possess is shown by their farming apparatus. Being farmers, their crops must be got to market or they will starve. But they do not know this fact, for no one has told them that it is a fact. The cart of the Turk of Asia Minor, is the highest evolution of brain that he has ever seen; but do not think that he invented it. It has not a particle of iron about it except the iron tires of its narrow footed wheels. The wagon builder takes two long poles and lays them side by side. At one end he fastens the two poles together with a wooden peg, and at the other end he spaces the poles apart by a wooden stretcher about two feet long. The small end of the triangle thus formed is the tongue to which the long straight bar which answers for the yoke is lashed by thongs of raw hide. The broad end of the triangle is the body of the cart, and is filled by a rough network of rope.
About three and a half feet from the broad end of the triangle a crescent shaped block of wood is pinned to the under side of each pole, the concave surface resting upon the axle, and holding it in place by means of guide pins on each side of the curve of the crescent. The axle is a rough log of wood about six inches in diameter carefully rounded and smoothed at the place where the crescent shaped blocks rest upon it. The rest of the axle is roughly hewn into shape and its ends are carefully squared and fitted into the solid wooden disks which form the wheels of the cart. Wheels and axle revolve together like carwheels. As they revolve they give forth unearthly shrieks and groans. A caravan of these carts carrying produce to the coast enlivens the mountain sides with weirdly ringing music, and yet no one seems to have thought of diminishing the friction and ending the din by use of a little grease.
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Relaxation of hostility
Still some may remind us that mere relaxation of hostility is but a poor foundation on which to build a temple of jubilant praise. These by experiences of a missionary at Constantinople are given merely to enforce the deduction respecting the tremendous importance of Constantinople as a centre for missionary operations which naturally follows examination of the position and history of the city. Few will deny that such experiences weigh in that direction. As for the question of rash optimism, the remark of a European is pertinent who is in no wise biassed in favour of American missions in Turkey. This gentleman, who was secretary of one of the European Embassies at Constantinople Macie a long tour in Asiatic Turkey some two or three years ago. On his return, I said to him, “ You have seen the American missionaries in all parts of this country and have had opportunity to examine their methods of work. You know also the difficult position in which they are sometimes placed through the suspicions of Government officials. Can you suggest any changes of policy or method which might somewhat forestall such suspicions? ”
The Secretary was a Roman Catholic, and perhaps for this reason he visibly hesitated before giving his reply. But what he said was this:
“ 1 sometimes remember in our official relations with Turkey a Turkish proverb. I think you may console yourselves also with this proverb, even in the delicate position which you sometimes occupy. Yes on the whole it applies to your case also: ‘The dogs run out and bark, but still the caravan goes on! ’ ”
Towers of Constantinople one notes a curious peculiarity in the structure of the city. There are several considerable groups of light coloured buildings of more or less modern aspect and of solid structure. Surrounding these groups as a great sea surrounds small islands, and stretching away into the distance on all sides is the vast dingy mass of old and shapeless houses. Although there are many and increasing exceptions to the rule, the solid and light coloured buildings, generally speaking private sofia tours, are in the districts where Christians live, while the great dull coloured mass represents the quarters inhabited by Muslims.
Mohammedans more generally drawn
The question inevitably rises to the lips why are not the Mohammedans more generally drawn to build and live in, instead of building for Christians to live in, houses attractive and solid? And on examining the social organization of a Mohammedan country like Turkey, this question is broadened by discovery of strange facts. The Muslim inhabitants of Asiatic Turkey are sturdy, simple minded, and often honest and industrious peasants, working the soil and making their squalid living out of it. But they are far behind the people of European Turkey in their appliances for work.
The degree of intellect which these people possess is shown by their farming apparatus. Being farmers, their crops must be got to market or they will starve. But they do not know this fact, for no one has told them that it is a fact. The cart of the Turk of Asia Minor, is the highest evolution of brain that he has ever seen; but do not think that he invented it. It has not a particle of iron about it except the iron tires of its narrow footed wheels. The wagon builder takes two long poles and lays them side by side. At one end he fastens the two poles together with a wooden peg, and at the other end he spaces the poles apart by a wooden stretcher about two feet long. The small end of the triangle thus formed is the tongue to which the long straight bar which answers for the yoke is lashed by thongs of raw hide. The broad end of the triangle is the body of the cart, and is filled by a rough network of rope.
About three and a half feet from the broad end of the triangle a crescent shaped block of wood is pinned to the under side of each pole, the concave surface resting upon the axle, and holding it in place by means of guide pins on each side of the curve of the crescent. The axle is a rough log of wood about six inches in diameter carefully rounded and smoothed at the place where the crescent shaped blocks rest upon it. The rest of the axle is roughly hewn into shape and its ends are carefully squared and fitted into the solid wooden disks which form the wheels of the cart. Wheels and axle revolve together like carwheels. As they revolve they give forth unearthly shrieks and groans. A caravan of these carts carrying produce to the coast enlivens the mountain sides with weirdly ringing music, and yet no one seems to have thought of diminishing the friction and ending the din by use of a little grease.
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