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This was from a few weeks ago but I just spotted it in my camera roll and remembered how much I loved this shot
Cherry blossom || UK || March 2024
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Crazy:B Introduction - POV Niki
[CW: Bloody, creepy nursery rhymes.]
There's a rustling of papers in the bedroom.
Niki sets down the wooden spoon and sighs. "Rinne, if you're going to invade my apartment, use the door."
No response.
"Rinne-kun?"
He frowns at the pot of bolognese sauce. it's just about ready to simmer for a few hours, so he gives it a final stir, sets the lid on, and turns down the heat.
Niki turns the doorknob and...
There's no one there?
He advances on the desk, looking for clues. The papers on the desk are untouched, but there's a white powder dusting the floor. He crouches down to examine it, and--
He hears laughter.
Teru-teru bozu, teru bozu
Do make tomorrow a sunny day,
Like the sky in a dream one night.
If it's sunny I'll give you a golden bell.
The front door unlocks. "Niki?" Rinne pokes his head into the bedroom. "Why are you on the ground?"
"Did you see anyone out there?"
"No. What's going on?"
"I heard a rustling in here, and there's ashes on the floor..."
Rinne touches the back of his hand to Niki's forehead, testing his body temperature. "Are you okay?"
Niki gives him a confused look. "What?"
"There's nothing there."
...
Teru-teru bozu, teru bozu
Do make tomorrow a sunny day.
If you make my wish come true,
We'll drink lots of sweet sake.
Niki slams his head down. The first two verses of that stupid nursery rhyme have followed him all day and he's sick of it.
In a fit of anger, he sings the last verse.
"Teru-teru bozu, teru bozu, do make tomorrow a sunny day. But if it's cloudy and I find you crying, then I shall snip your head off!"
The singing finally, finally stops.
But then it starts again, clearly delighted.
Where are you from?
From Higo. — Where in Higo?
In Kumamoto. — Where in Kumamoto?
In Senba.
He blinks. Tentatively, he sings.
"A tanuki is in the Senba mountains. A hunter shoots it with a gun. Boils it — Roasts it — Eats it. Let's hide it in the leaves."
There's another laugh, a warm caress from the floral-scented wind, and the unsettling presence disappears.
The next day, his local supermarket has a 50% off sale.
...
Their unit is called Crazy:B. Which is a bit stupid, because they're neither crazy nor bees.
Or, well, Niki isn't. He glances at the others. Rinne, with his gambling smile. HiMERU, placid and uninviting. Kohaku, with the face of an axe murderer.
He feels off-center. For so long, it's just been him and Rinne, them against the world. Having two new people is uncomfortable, as if he's accidentally overcrowded his skillet and nothing cooks right.
Well, if in doubt, food.
"Do you guys wanna come over? I can cook."
HiMERU grimaces slightly.
"I have pork, rice, aburaage, miso... how about inarizushi?"
"I don't mind Inarizushi," Kohaku pipes up.
"HiMERU agrees." His countenance had lifted slightly at the mention of aburaage. Niki suspects a preferred food.
A gleeful smile spreads on Rinne's face, and Niki hurries to cut him off. "Let's head to the subway."
...
There is something familiar about Oukawa Kohaku, Niki thinks, as he mixes rice vinegar, salt, and sugar in rice. As soon as Oukawa had passed the threshold of Niki's apartment, that unsettling presence had returned, and he wonders if it's related.
He carries the plates of inarizushi out to the living room, HiMERU and Kohaku conversing on the couch while Rinne flits about like a hummingbird testing nectar from three different flowers.
Kohaku hums as he bites into one of the inarizushi. The song is familiar, and Niki realizes... it's Teru Teru Bozu.
"You..."
Kohaku looks up.
"You were in my house?"
Kohaku smiles, and sings a new nursery rhyme, the voice familiar after the past few days.
"Kagome, kagome
The bird in the basket
When, oh when will it come out
In the night of dawn
The crane and turtle slipped
Who is behind you now?"
Niki doesn't know what the song means, but he's heard other people speculate on it too, so he knows he's not the only one.
"Why?"
Kohaku waves a hand. "I was curious."
#ensemble stars!!#urban fantasy#ensemble stars urban fantasy au#crazy:b#rinne amagi#niki shiina#himeru#kohaku oukawa#according to legend zashiki-warashi play pranks and teach children nursery rhymes#I think if kohaku were a zashiki-warashi he'd exclusively sing the creepy ones about war and death and human trafficking#fanfiction#for some reason the italics aren't working sorry
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I’ve discovered a passion for cooking
On a string of lazy sunny Saturdays
Or on needles of hearty cloudy Mondays
How I got lost in the rhythm:
The sounds of frying, bubbling and bursting oil
Spontaneous routines of chopping, measuring and mixing
I started out as a late person anxious for time
Till the groove got on to me, and everything flowed
It became feeling like intuition from exact measurements
It used to be an overbearing mess
It got neater and became simple groove
I no longer think much during it
I would come to the kitchen with storms of problems
And I would experience peace stirring a birthing pot
Looking into her delightful bosom
The aroma tickling my nostrils with excitement for what is to come
Dishing out slowly with care and admiration
Painting my fulfilled joy on a plate or bowl
My tongue could slip up and say I enjoy cooking
And that I get filled with euphoria when people praise my cooking
I want to cook for you
And the thought of it springs with a grin
I can see my love pleasing my love
Nothing else matters when I’m cooking
I’m simply just in the moment making something beautiful
Just like when I’m hanging out with you
For that moment, I lose consciousness of moving time
Everything else fades in the background
I have a passion for being with you
I imagine an ecstasy of mixing my passions
Me simply cooking for you
It would be a special moment
Seeing you having moments during bites
Finally something to keep silent while you want to burst out with words
I feel confident about my cooking
But I have the zeal to better myself like an amateur
Just like how I will never get enough of you
#writinglife#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#creative writing#writeblr#writing#artists on tumblr
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The next time you get the nerve to go fishing, it’s in the morning. Sirens are nocturnal, right? You’ll be fine. You go about fishing, keeping a couple larger bait fish in a bucket and your tackle box next to you. Catfish are a delight to fish, since any time you catch them you get some pocket change for turning them in and if you feel like it, dinner. They’re invasive, so you can’t throw them back anyway. You’re doing your part by fishing! It’s fun! Though you’re still unnerved. It’s a pleasant, sunny morning, just cloudy enough you’re not sweating horribly. There’s even a nice breeze, so you feel a little silly for it.
You get a bite, reel it, and your line comes back empty. Oh well, at least the stronger wire is paying off. You decide it’s time to put the nicer bait out anyway, so you bait your hook with a fish and cast it. You don’t think much of it. It won’t be long before you catch something. Probably a catfish, maybe an alligator? You’ve only caught alligators once or twice though.
There’s a near immediate tug on your line, and you nearly lose hold of your rod, jerking back with surprise. The tugs continue, and you begin to feel excited. Maybe you did catch an alligator with how much of a fight it’s putting up.
That’s your suspicion, until the line pulls rapidly from your rod and there’s a knock on the opposite side of the boat. You turn, slowly, to see a siren like the one last night. The second, if you had to guess. It chirps at you, then holds up both the fish you’d used as bait and your line, both of which connected to each other. You blink. You’re unsure if you should scream-won’t that agitate it?-or try to slap it by the eyes or something. That would definitely agitate it.
It chirps again, an oddly cute noise for something so terrifying, and points to the fish, then the line, and tugs both.
You blink again. It blinks back at you. It bites the line, which doesn’t give. You move your hand, slowly and without taking your eyes off the siren, to take the fish from it. It makes an odd, confused warble and tilts its head. You unhook the bait fish from the line. The siren watches intently. You set the hook down, carefully, and throw the bait fish as far away from you as you can.
The siren makes a high pitched thrill sound and dives into the water, which gives you time to start making your way back to shore. Before you can make it even half way, there’s another knock on the side of the boat. You turn your head, and sure enough there’s a siren. Their hands are held out to you in a bowl shape. Like an offering…? You tell it you don’t understand. The siren leans in slightly, looking around, before pointing to your tackle box and making the same motion again. You ask it what it wants. It makes a small, frustrated noise before flipping onto its back and miming casting a reel, then holding the fish like it did earlier. It would seem it’s once again made your bait the object of its affection.
You sigh, resigning to paying the creature with worms and minnows to leave you alone. You can hear its tail thumping impatiently against your boat as you retrieve them. Probably some sort of threat, no matter how much it reminds you of an excited puppy. It holds its hands out again-an oddly polite gesture for a creature you assume wants to eat you-and you empty the tub of worms and minnows into its hands. You even unscrew a tube of mixed bait paste and put it in its hands with the rest. The siren seems satisfied, diving under the water with its tax for invading its space.
At least until it brings its family, that is.
Will you ever be able to fish in peace? Probably not from this point. Or at least, in this particular body of water.
#ask#ask response#long ask#mer au#mermaid au#siren au#sunnydrop (implied)#moondrop (implied)#ficlet#sfw#silly#cute#fluff#not a request#sujithe2dwaifu
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love to hate you | Part 2
„After a year they meet again and they’re not amused.”
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• Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Reader (Princess of Bavaria)
• Word count: 3.8k
• Warnings: my terrific writing ✨ none, just the usual
• A/N: Thank you all so much, so much for the all the responses and everything! I hadn’t expected so many readers, thank you! 🥺💖💖💖💖
I know I’ve said that part 2 could be uploaded within a week, but I wasn’t so happy with it and still I am not 100% satisfied. And I’ve learnt that I shouldn’t promise uploading dates :’) Thanks again to @netflixton on, you were right rewriting scenes does help, a lot!
This part is longer than the first but maybe not as thrilling, yet I hope you enjoy it
• Small dictionary:
Bärli – a cute nickname, kinda a cute way to say bear
Lake Starnberg, Bavaria, 1813
With closed eyes and a bright smile on your lips did you enjoy the warmth of the sun on your skin. Today’s weather was unusual sunny and warm, even for a day in the spring. But of course, you didn’t mind the variance. No one did, as long the weather was pleasant.
Splashing your feet in the cold, but refreshing, lake’s water and your arms spread behind you, supporting you, you bathed in the sun. Warm sunlight tickled your skin. The weather couldn’t be better, it almost felt like a farewell gift. As if the sun knew that this was your last day before your departure for grey, rainy England. You’ve heard about its infamous weather and expected weeks of grey- and dullness.
While you weren’t too keen on the English weather, your excitement for the voyage was undeniable, it was … it was … you couldn’t really put it into words. You were excited, yes, even more than that. Maybe you could compare your feelings to someone who made a big discovery, a positive one. But that didn’t catch it right either. It was just … you were so happy about your first real travel. Yes, you’ve travelled to Vienna, Tyrol, Frankfurt and … Prussia. But England was your first travel with a ship. Your first time overseas.
Filled with delight and excitement you flopped down in the soft green grass, surrounded by the first wildflowers of spring. Happily, you sighed and when the picture of your old governess appeared in your mind, you couldn’t even think about stifling your laugh. Oh, she would be furious if she saw you like that. She hated it, with great passion, to see you laying on grass, in the sun or water. It was unproper, grass stains, tans, and so many other reasons that didn’t make sense.
You hummed in delight.
Good that you were no longer in need of a governess.
London, England, 1813
Sitting under a pavilion in the queen’s garden, together with his aunt, Friedrich enjoyed his breakfast to the fullest. It was beyond incredible how good today’s meal tasted and how happy he felt. Almost overjoyed. The queen used to look up from her dish and latest Lady Whistledown, eying him with slight bewilderment, whenever she heard him hum happily with every bite he took. He still did that, humming in delight with every bite, but by now she was used to it.
Friedrich felt that this year would be going well. This year was a good year, maybe even one of his bests. He was doing well, his mother was more than well, his travels had been fantastique, especially this one, and the annual ball to his birthday had been better than ever. Mainly because one person, who he didn’t like to think about, didn’t attend. For the first time in forever Friedrich didn’t had to see the face of we-don’t-talk-about-her. She had been sick or something, he didn’t really care, when he heard the sad news, as his mother called them, he felt like dancing, purely out of joy – or relief, or schadenfreude, or all three of them.
Well, the only thing that mattered: Friedrich hadn’t seen someone, the one who shall not be named, for over a year.
What a true blessing.
And even better, at the Salisbury ball he met her, Daphne Bridgerton. His aunt, Queen Charlotte, had told him so much about her, there were only things to praise. She was so enthused by this girl; he had rarely seen his aunt like that. To her she was flawless but to him she was so much more.
If you’d ask him the queen wasn’t able to give Daphne justice. No one could. Her words couldn’t describe her, not the slightest. Friedrich had met her, she wasn’t only beautiful with her copper hair and rosy skin, her laugh was incredibly charming, infatuating, and endearing. Sadly, he only had had the chance to dance with her once.
Did Friedrich believe in love at first sight? – He didn’t know, exactly. Maybe.
Was is love at first sight? Maybe.
He didn’t know.
. . .
England was exciting, no, thrilling! You had seen different big cities, each unique in its own, but London and its countryside were something else. Never had you seen such huge white cliffs, which looked like someone had chopped them off with a knife. From your ship you could’ve starred at them for hours. The biggest surprise, however, was the English sun shining down on you. The weather wasn’t as cloudy and rainy as you’d imagined. Your father must have lied.
London wasn’t Vienna but it had its own charm, which made it impossible for you to not marvel at, literally, everything.
Your inn was magnificent. It hadn’t looked like much from the outside. Well, to you it looked just like the other brick buildings of Mayfair, but when you entered the house you couldn’t contain your wonder. You were amazed how big it was from the inside. Oh, and your suite was decked in lush green colours, which reminded you of home. It looked very pleasant, homey even and the bed very inviting. Tired as you were you flopped down onto the huge bed, face first.
One of your family’s maids, who stood ready, with straight posture, near the door, stared at you with wide confused eyes. You hadn’t noticed her at all. Of course, she knew your habits. But seeing you falling into your bed so plump, like a ragdoll … or a corpse, completely ignoring her, was … a surprise.
“What shall I do now?” the young girl asked herself in a whisper, her eyes huge and baffled. She knew that you had just set down foot on English ground, but there was no time for you to rest. They had to get you ready for tonight’s soirée at Lady –
Were you snoring?
“Oh, you must be kidding.” Your snores were almost able to compete with your father’s. Not very ladylike. She pondered if she should wake you, already calculating the time she needed to tend to your hair, robes etc. But after the long travel you needed some time to rest – wait, she also needed that!
For a mere moment you made no sound and she grew scared, did you stop breathing? What should she do? If she reported a dead princess their first, and maybe only, suspect would be her.
Oh. Oh, no, everything was fine you were snoring again.
“Okay,” she sighed, addressing your limp, sleeping body. “But only for some minutes.”
“But Mama, do we really have –“you tried to stifle a yawn, not succeeding. The short nap had felt incredible but now the movement of the coach, light but steady rocking, made you feel tired again. Right now, you felt like falling asleep any moment.
“Y/N, please, your manners,” scolded Marie, your mama. Well, it was hardly scolding, she knew you were tired, hell, she herself was tired from your travels. It was more like a friendly reminder, not to yawn every second at the soirée. “Or Lady Danbury could feel offended, thinking she bores us.”
“But do we need to? It’s our first night in London. – And it’s not like we know this Lady Danbury anyway,” you asked, or more tried to convince your mother of returning to the inn, mumbling the last part.
But like so often Marie had heard every word you said. “Oh, Bärli. I’ve told you; her son and your papa were friends.”
Your mama nodded to your father, who had dozed off, arms crossed and his head falling to his shoulder. At the sight of her snoring husband Marie sighed. “They met at Oxford, or was it Cambridge? God knows where he studied – but he made friends with her son. Well, you know the rest.”
His feet were dancing but his heart wasn’t. Yes, he had asked Miss Cowper for a dance and she was a good dancer, but his heart longed for another girl in his arms. Kind as he was Friedrich tried to focus on Cressida, it was only fair. She too was a marvellous young lady, with incredible coiffure if he may add. But deep inside his heart yearned for another. His blue eyes always seemed to seek out Daphne on their own, but he couldn’t help it.
Friedrich always spared short longing glances at Daphne Bridgerton. Cressida knew and hated it. She wanted the prince to focus on her, and only her. But what should she do? Break off the dance and risking offending prince and queen? No, she wouldn’t do that. She and her mama had worked too hard for this opportunity to go to waste.
Daphne seemed to enjoy this dance and sharing it with the duke. Ugh, deep inside him Friedrich felt a weird mix of longing and jealousy. Yes, he was jealous of the duke, because he was able to dance with her and make her laugh. He wanted to be the one, but he was also a gentleman, and thus respected Daphne’s wishes. But he couldn’t help himself, his eyes were glued on her. She looked very lovely in her pale blue gown.
When the music finished Friedrich’s heart desperately wanted to run off to Daphne. But one she was still enjoying the company of the Duke of Hastings and second, he couldn’t do that to Cressida. So instead, he asked her for another dance.
Cressida smiled, even if the prince hadn’t been completely focused on her, him asking for another dance was a good sign. So, when she saw that Daphne Bridgerton retired from the dancefloor she said, “I would love to, your Highness.”
And so, they danced. For Cressida this felt like a triumph, one Daphne didn’t have.
Your father, risen from his beautiful slumber, as if he had pricked his finger on a thorn, ushered you towards an elder lady. One you didn’t know, but that wasn’t so surprising, so far, you knew no one in Mayfair. But you guessed that this Lady, dressed in rich purple colours and resting her weight on a fancy cane, was the infamous Lady Danbury. And after your short greetings you knew that you were right. The lady across from you was, indeed, Lady Danbury.
The older woman stared at you, studying you with raised brows and eyes like a hawk. “You’ve grown a lot since I saw you.”
You tried not to look puzzled, but her comment left you dumbfounded. You couldn’t remember her, when have you two met? Clearly you failed with your attempt of hiding your confusion, Lady Danbury laughed at the look on your face. “Oh, you won’t remember. Your sister Franziska was four I believe.”
You nodded at her words. Of course, you couldn’t remember her when you met you must have been a year old.
“Oh you were a very plump baby, even chubbier than my son, which I thought was impossible. But the plump baby turned into a lovely lady, I’d say.”
Blinking confused you smiled at her words. What could you retort to that? All children of your parents had been chubby babies, or so you’ve heard since you where the last offspring. Karl, your dear papa, laughed wholehearted at Lady Danbury’s word. Tears pricked his eyes as he remembered how plump and wrinkly you used to be.
When Lady Danbury hit his leg with her cane, more than once, his laughter died abruptly. Karl winced at the power the dowager hold, she was quite strong for an old lady. “I see you finally managed to grow a beard. Whiskers even!” Lady Danbury remarked with a sly and cunning smile.
She eyed his locks critically. “And you still have your curls. You can be lucky, that your wife met you when you were young. I see more skin than hair!”
Karl’s face grew red, his fingers moved to carefully touch and brush his hair. He didn’t like his receding hairline, but he had always thought with his curly hair it wasn’t that obvious. But Lady Agatha Danbury saw and heard everything, he should’ve known.
Like your father you couldn’t help but giggle at Lady Danbury’s words and his embarrassment. You didn’t think of his hair badly, but his face was just too good. He looked so flustered and alarmed; you couldn’t contain your laughter. And then you couldn’t hide a little yawn. Quickly you covered it with your hand, but Lady Danbury shot you a sharp look. “Do I bore you, your Highness?”
You gulped; you didn’t mean to offend her, but the yawn had escaped by itself. After all you haven’t properly rested. Seeing your panicked eyes Lady Danbury loosened her façade and cackled. “Don’t dread, I am merely joking. I know you’ve made a long way and had no time to rest, I might say.”
She stung your father with her gaze and hit him with her cane again. “I invited you so that you could attend a day after your arrival. I know my arithmetic. – I bet your father has departed later than planned, back in Cambridge he often dawdled.”
With a splutter of words Karl tried to excuse your late arrival. Something with the wind and water, the roads and so on. But Lady Danbury had nothing of it, she simply continued. “But I must say I am very lucky to have a prince and a princess attending my soirée. What are the odds?”
A prince and a princess? The way she said it she couldn’t mean your parents. There must be someone else, maybe a prince from the Isles, Sweden, or Austria even? Your excitement and curiosity grew. Was it someone you knew?
“Oh! There he is!” Lady Danbury exclaimed with a satisfied grin. Interested you turned around and your smile faded fast. Your curiosity and all your excitement was gone, all swept away, when you saw him. Standing in front of you, with a blonde lady in his arm, was Friedrich and he looked as pleased as you did.
The Prussian prince stared at your family in shock.
What where they doing here?
What where you doing here?
He was so shocked to see you here in London, in the same house, that Friedrich didn’t notice the stunned look on your face. Like him, you were frozen, unable to even move a tiny muscle of your face. He could sense Cressida’s fingers on his arms, slowly bringing him back to consciousness. Cressida had no idea who she was facing or why her prince was standing stiff like a statue.
“Friedrich, we didn’t know you would be here. What a pleasant surprise!” exclaimed Princess Marie happily, a big friendly, maybe even relieved, smile on her face.
Of course, he wasn’t happy to see you, but he couldn’t say so. Friedrich cleared his throat and put on his best smile. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Marie laughed and nudged you lightly with her elbow, reminding you to greet him proper. She expected a proper curtsy but knowing you, Friedrich excepted nothing. To his surprise you curtsied, well if you could call bending your knees barely a centimetre a curtsy, and you kept your mouth shut. You merely looked at him grimly, with gloomy eyes and tight lips, remaining silent. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes and ears, for once you didn’t greet him with your typical phrases and rolled his first R. It was unusual but heaven to his ears.
“I see you’ve grown chops,” you remarked, suddenly, not sounding neither pleased nor appalled. It was merely a fact. Friedrich had grown hair, almost as blonde as his fluffy curls, on his cheeks. He was clueless on what you had intended with your statement like … yes, he had sideburns.
But then you mumbled something incomprehensible, Friedrich only saw your lips moving unable to make out a single word. But they lit an impish spark in Lady Danbury’s eyes. Her almost sinister chuckles made Friedrich curious, but also anxious. Like he couldn’t hear you but regarding Lady Danbury’s reaction it hadn’t been something good.
Friedrich was glad, no, relieved when he could withdraw with Cressida from their company. His life was going so well, one year without you felt like a stay in Rügen. No, even better. Strolling aimlessly through the hall with Cressida on his arm, he asked himself how he deserved this. Has he ever sinned so badly to justify you? Friedrich tried to forget his encounter with you. Yet he couldn’t; like so often you inhabited his mind as soon as he saw you, even if it was just a glimpse. Avoiding you always became his sole intention as soon as he knew you were there.
“Your Highness, are you alright?” Cressida asked him, pressing her fingers lightly into his arm. Swiftly Friedrich nodded, putting his casual, friendly smile.
Cressida hadn’t really a chance to talk to Lady Danbury’s guests. She was only able to introduce herself, which frustrated her because she wanted to know more. Cressida wasn’t stupid, she had noticed his reaction. They must know each other, she concluded, she just didn’t know what their relationship was.
“You seemed quite familiar. May I ask – are they your friends?”
He scoffed at the thought of being friends with you, and yet all he said was yes. “But they’re more my mother’s friends than mine.”
“I see.” That was all she needed to know. They were his friends and when they knew his mother, they probably knew him for quite a long time. How wonderful! This surely would become useful for her.
Saying that you, one single person, ruined his evening might be an exaggeration but you did. You were able to ruin his mood and everything solely by existing. Finally, Friedrich could spend his time with Daphne. He should feel happy, well he was happy to finally be with Miss Bridgerton. But he couldn’t stop looking for you.
Deep inside his mind, far, far away in one little corner were you, you practically inhabited that small space of his mind. And knowing of your presence was enough to drive him insane. Since he didn’t harbour the desire to talk or even face you again, he kept looking, only to avoid you. But he really should relish his moment with Daphne.
How could he enjoy his time, when you were dancing, jumping, and laughing around with a gentleman? This man must’ve been insane to even ask you. But Friedrich told himself, that he felt irritated because you stole his chance to dance this exact same dance with Daphne.
“Are you alright, your Highness?” He heard Daphne ask him and felt like he had heard the exact same question once before. Friedrich looked at her, startled and immediately felt like he could drown in her big, worried eyes. “You seem a bit absent. Is something bothering you, don’t you feel well?”
Oh, wasn’t she adorable? Briefly he shook his head, as if he wanted to cleanse his face from his sour mood. “Don’t you worry about me, Miss Bridgerton. I assure you, everything is fine.”
He had thought that his words would reassure her, he didn’t expect for her to look even more troubled. Her light brows hitched up in concern, she clearly didn’t believe him. But her worried face made his heart … it felt a bit like it was dancing, nervously. How could he not like her? His aunt was right about her. The prince only knew Daphne for over a week and yet he was so infatuated by her … how could he not? She was flawless, no, even more than that.
“Have I told you, that you look absolutely lovely today?” Friedrich must sound like a love-struck fool.
“Well, yes you did,” she said, sounding rather confused, maybe even a little more concerned. Clearly his plan of distracting her mind wasn’t working. “You said so earlier this evening, when we met. Do you remember?”
“Yes, you’re right.” He chuckled. “But I can say it more than once, no?”
Indeed, Daphne looked very lovely wearing her pale blue dress, adorned with small stitched flowers. It perfectly emphasised the warm colours of her hair and skin. He could compliment her every second.
He had expected her to blush, she’d look lovely with pink cheeks. But his words couldn’t divert her from her concerns. “I know we’re not friends per se, but if something’s bothering you, your Highness …”
“Glad to know that, Miss Bridgerton. But I assure you –“ You laughed, loud, a sound his ears couldn’t ignore. This devilish sound was like an alarm. But when he quickly turned around and spotted you amongst the dancing folk, he was surprised that you were having … fun. Unlike him you enjoyed your evening. And you didn’t laugh at anyone, you laughed with them, which you never did with him. You were just mocking him.
How was it fair, and even possible, that you enjoyed your time with others but used his to torture him?
To his dismay Daphne caught his gaze, his move had been anything but discreet, and he didn’t know why, but she shouldn’t have. Even worse, she seemed to know you. “Oh, is something the matter with Miss Y/N?”
Knowing you must be heaven’s punishment, Daphne shouldn’t know you, but she did. “You know her?” Friedrich asked puzzled. While he knew that you acted pretty civil and friendly around others, just not him, he couldn’t imagine anything but the worst.
Daphne nodded, not thinking much of his confused face. “Well, yes. I met her and her mama. – We talked a little; she was really lovely.”
Friedrich blinked. He furiously blinked at her. Had he heard right? Did Daphne call you lovely, after spending her precious time with you?
You? Lovely?
Friedrich could describe you with many words but none of them would be lovely. Malicious, annoying, vicious, disturbing, and so on, but not lovely.
You, Y/N of Bravaria, spawn of the devil, lovely?
Not a chance.
. . .
Friedrich jolted awake, his blonde locks tousled, his shirt out of place, tired his drowsy eyes wandered around the room looking for any sign of time. A few shafts of sunlight shone through the gaps of his heavy curtains. It was morning already but why did he not feel properly rested? Sluggish he sat in his bed like a slack potato sack. A loud tune, probably a trumpet or so, blasted still through the walls of the palace.
Friedrich groaned. Dizzy he slowly began to remember. This had to be a nightmare and with the melody blaring he knew that he must still be in his nightmare. Else he wasn’t able to explain all of this. Yeah, he must still be dreaming. This was all a dream, yesterday never happened and you never moved into the palace.
Yearning for some more minutes of sleep Friedrich flopped back on to his pillows. He tried to drone out the music, but it nearly impossible. Not even his thick pillows, pressed against his ears were helping him. Frustrated Friedrich groaned, gave up sleep and starred sullen at this ceiling.
Who was playing the trumpet, or any instrument for that matter, at this unearthly hour?
Who?
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15th July 2021: Purple and White-letter Hairstreak, Swift and Buzzard and more at Lakeside and home
I enjoyed seeing a Buzzard soaring over out the back as I worked today. I hadn’t seen many birds of prey around for a while so this was nice. When going over to Lakeside at lunch time I saw probably the first Small Skipper butterfly I ever have on the green out the front before reaching Lakeside. When I got into Lakeside walking from the eastern meadows along to the visitor centre then around Concorde and the westernmost lake and out along the northern path, the meadows were like a pick and mix so bright and deliciously varied were their rich colours. Once again, so lovely to take in. And on Big Butterfly Count Eve species like Marbled White and the Small Skippers were out in great numbers again. I took the first three pictures in this photoset of views as I walked around with great willowherb making a great impression on the landscape looking pretty and pink. I took the fourth and fifth pictures in this photoset too of Concorde lake and the green and yellow carpet of grass and ragwort and bird’s-foot trefoil which looked nice with the bit of woodland looking nice looming behind. By the lake, with the cow parsnip making some nice scenes today all together to, I spotted some similar nice little yellow flowers fairly high up and I found via the PlantNet ID app its wild parsnip the first I ever recall seeing and I really liked seeing it did look beautiful.
Walking beside the westernmost lake shown in the seventh picture in this photoset I saw some nice birds, Great Crested Grebe pretty well and some Mallards very close by I took the sixth picture in this photoset of one with another special Swallow over the lake. I took the final three pictures in this photoset going along the northern path within Lakeside to exit the country park.
With the sun just hinting at poking through as it did this afternoon and the evening at the end of the lunch time walk the tone of the day would be set. As I mentioned on Friday night: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/656278778443628544/9th-july-2021-part-1-of-2-wildlife-photos-and I saw some butterflies which I thought were potential hairstreaks getting very quick views of them at the tops of trees either side of the northern path seeing them in and outside of the country park. I could just not see them for long enough or see them landed to confirm whilst I liked seeing them as they were and whatever they were of course. So I had no confirmation on if they were hairstreaks or which one they were. To slight relief then I enjoyed seeing the two potentials the rare White-letter Hairstreak and Purple Hairstreak at Knepp in Sussex alongside Purple Emperor at this brilliant place on Saturday. But all of a sudden today, I’d checked a few times in cloudy and sunny weather again this week, a hairstreak was in the air around the tops of the trees and did seem to come down for a minute too. And it had the bright brown glow of the White-letter Hairstreak. I saw it a few times and was happy it was this species as my lunch break came to an end but I wanted one view of it, even for a minute landed to really take it in and watch it.
And this prompted me out for what turned into an amazing evening walk. Having done a bit of reminding myself of the trees the White-letter Hairstreaks frequent before the walk, I walked along to the trees I had seen the hairstreaks Friday and today or the probable hairstreaks on Friday and didn’t see any again. But on the way I had noticed trees which looked just like the trees at Peartree Green in Southampton where in a heatwave with England doing well in a senior men’s football tournament White-letter Hairstreak came into our life in one glorious summer week off where I first discovered Knepp and Yorkshire three years ago. So I thought these would be a good bet. And I was delighted to see hairstreaks gently dancing around the tree top, two small ones. And they were landing and I could just about see where. In this unique butterfly season for weather where maybe the changeable conditions means butterflies are seeming to be seen landed less, this was the most I’d seen any hairstreak land this summer (the only other hairstreak I’ve seen this year the Green Hairstreak as I often do one of the spring butterflies more so). And even though the trees they are found in differs to the white-letters, I was astounded to find that these were Purple Hairstreaks with their cute little spot, prominent white lines and violet stained markings! I got a photo of one which I posted on my Twitter Dans_Pictures tonight.
I knew in my mind these were different to the lunch time ones so both species are here. I am thinking, whilst I would not change the fact that Knepp is where I ticked it this year because I really wasn’t sure here on Friday but at Knepp I could be, that what I saw on Friday night was most likely Purple Hairstreaks so the white letters possibly came out later. White-letter Hairstreak we were given information on the last two years were at Lakeside but still a big thing to see obviously but Purple Hairstreak was a real surprise. I could not believe my eyes as I saw one of these a little way up the path or maybe the same one again flying around and landed. With both of these monumental hairstreak species patch ticks for my butterfly section on that, its only the third place I’ve ever seen Purple Hairstreak and White-letter Hairstreak, after Bentley Wood and Knepp and Peartree Green and Knepp respectively. It felt amazing to be able to say that my local urban country park Lakeside is on the lists alongside some of the leading locations for butterflies in the country! It was fantastic seeing these hairstreaks especially the purples maybe after seven years and fourteen days since I saw my first ever at Bentley Wood. I was just so proud not only that Lakeside but the northern path which has given me some of my best wildlife moments this year recently with butterfly and flower species seen really well with a few firsts of years, that these rare butterflies are here and it was exceptional to see them. On my patch list for butterflies are over half of all the butterflies I’ve ever seen which makes me proud too.They are two of my butterflies of the year even just on the Knepp sightings and I felt they helped propel the day into insect gold for me. It felt like the butterfly version of my Tawny Owl, Lesser Spotted Woodpecker and seen on one day back in late winter* you get things that mirror each other interestingly in years I find. Some of my best ever moments of butterfly watching at Lakeisde, the place that has given me so much of my love for butterflies from the early days onwards.
Also tonight, Swifts were delightedly gliding in the lovely bright conditions I got some smashing views of these dark brown beauties. There were other great insects around like bees high up on the trees too. A momentous day of butterflies for me and a great day all round. I hope you all had a good one.
Willdife Sightings Summary: My first White-letter Hairstreak and Purple Hairstreak seen on patch ever, one of my favourite butterflies the Marbled White, two of my favourite birds the Great Crested Grebe and Buzzard, Small Skipper, Meadow Brown, Mallard, Black-headed Gull, a Lesser Black-backed Gull well from home out the front, Swift, Swallow, Starling, House Sparrow, Woodpigeon, Collared Dove, Jackdaw, bee and moth.
*The explanation of that Tawny Owl/Lesser Spotted Woodpecker moment as I wrote about it on the day https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/646225357122535424/20th-march-2021-house-sparrows-on-world-sparrow
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(long post, but I’m gonna try and make journalling a thing in 2021 😆)
The first day of the new year was nice. :) I woke up to the sounds of rain crashing against my windowsills - a strangely chilly morning in this tropical country where it’s summer all year round. For a moment it felt like I was back in Canada again, all cloudy grey skies and whimsical rain - the perfect weather for introspection.
I started my day with a pot of hot green tea, then settled down by my reading lamp to finish a book that I’ve been putting off for far too long - Steinbeck’s East of Eden. I only had about forty pages left, but somehow couldn’t bring myself to finish it. I hate when books end because it feels like that little world I’ve created and compartmentalised in my head has likewise ceased, but the good thing about books is that you can always re-read them and immerse yourself in the same fantasy. (Maybe even a different one, if the same words lend themselves to a different interpretation!) But it truly was an absolute masterpiece: such a stunning, intricate exploration of humanity that tugged at my heartstrings and led me into still waters of reflection. I know that I will definitely carry this tale in my heart for a long, long time to come.
Afterwards, I had some instant ramen while watching The Queen’s Gambit. I’m not a big fan of watching shows usually because I often feel like they move too slowly or tend to miss details from the book, but this one is pretty exceptional. Like, the acting and the artistic direction are incredible - the constant juxtaposition between Beth’s traumatic past and her glorified present, and the exploration of the fallibility of genius were executed so brilliantly. Another thing that really stood out to me were the scenes where she’d hole herself in the toilet and rebuke herself aloud for weaknesses in her play and/or being weak, in general. I cannot begin to explain how many times I’ve done that to myself in law school for even the most trivial of infractions, the most minor of errors - Lord knows I’m my harshest critic.
I promised to try, however, to be a little bit kinder to myself in 2021. My perfectionism tends to be a bar to goodness and growth because sometimes I get so afraid that my subconscious keeps demanding that my first draft has to be perfect. But it really doesn’t. That’s what editing is for. And writing, like any other talents and passions, requires nurturing and constant practice. I saw a quote yesterday about how we cannot just sit around and magically expect to be Faulkners overnight, and that is so true. I definitely need to find a sweet spot where I’m not berating myself to the point of giving up, but still demand growth so that I can keep bettering myself.
In the evening I headed out to a friend’s for tacos, which were an absolute delight in itself. And then my bf and I got to walk his dog, who I am convinced is the most precious thing in the entire universe - maybe even more so than my bf himself (I kid... or maybe not) - and who is just such a gentle-natured darling. It began to drizzle, so she led us home and we spent the rest of the night playing Sherlock and Among Us with the rest. :) It was a very peaceful evening. For a moment I’d forgotten all about the fact that I start work next Monday and was simply content to bask in the Christmas lights, the heavy downpour and the anomalous chill that came along with it. Just... living in the present, enjoying the moment.
Now that’s definitely something else on my to-do list for 2020 as well. So often the beauty of the present tends to be marred by my worries and anxieties of the future, but I always remind myself of this quote from Scripture: “Which one of you, by worrying, can add another day to his life?” And when I look back at my life and all the times I’ve worried and fretted and cried, feeling like there was no way for us to extricate ourselves from this rut, this perennial cycle of debt and other things that have plagued me from birth, I am also reminded of God’s grace and providence that has brought me through so, so much. It would’ve been impossible to have done all of this by myself; I frankly might not have had the will to continue living if not for those things.
Talking about my lived experiences also ties in to the last part of my day - where I thought about how exclusive and inaccessible the poetry scene here feels. You would think otherwise, in a country of no more than 5-6 million folks, but no. I was ranting about this a little to my boyfriend: how it feels like a lot of the spaces within are reserved for the elites of society with silver spoons in their mouths and golden plates on their tables offering them anything they wanted while I was struggling to put food on the table at fourteen. Sometimes I also lament the fact that I didn’t have my parents to tell me bedtime stories, to encourage me to read and cultivate my vocabulary. Perhaps it’s jealousy, or inferiority, or a mix of both.
But my boyfriend, ever wise and supportive, offered me a different perspective. He made a fair point about how I still fell in love with books and writing regardless, and how literature is oftentimes only a harbour that the privileged visit because the marginalised, the poor are too busy working for basic necessities to even think about such things. To the ordinary blue-collar layperson, poetry is just frankly a frivolous sentiment that won’t turn itself into gold. I agree with this wholeheartedly. It’s one of the reasons why I always felt like I didn’t have time to write, and one of the reasons why my first job was at a library (so I could read as much as I wanted! For free!). Then he said, “But see, no one wants to read about the rich waxing poetic about how lovely and grand their sunny little island is. But people will want to read about your perspective - your poems of the brokenhearted clinging on desperately to their inner child, your poems about the poor working to make ends’ meet, your poems about your tangible struggles - all of those will resonate with the masses, for sure.” And I was like, well, that’s fair. But I certainly don’t express myself as eloquently as these people do. Next to them I’m like an uncultured swine who can’t even tell the difference between all the different forks splayed on the table.
His response was that people need to understand these things before appreciating them, and sometimes simplicity works best - a lesson that’s been drilled into us from the very inception of law school. And I was like, okay, fair, but deep down my heart was exploding with the sheer warmth of having someone so incredibly supportive of everything I do, even if it’s worthless in society’s eyes. I remember one night when I was telling him about how, as a twelve-year-old, I had a dream to one day study Literature at Yale. I would hole myself up in the library after school, feverishly flipping through books to expand my imaginations and horizons, my mental dictionary of words, dreaming about the day where I could escape all of this and dwell in nothing but imaginative worlds one day. Where reality failed me, I knew that I could always count on my imagination to transport me to somewhere safe and special, filled with joy and sorrow and tragedy and hope.
I ended up studying law. Not a bad thing, because as stressful as it was I really did enjoy the things I’ve learnt - international and constitutional law, especially - and it has certainly given me new, mature perspectives on so many things; taught me to argue with reason and objectivity instead of just emotion and passion and has led me to meet so many wonderful (also trashy, but I’m out of this hellhole) people. I just don’t like the fact that 80-hour work weeks are the norm and that there’s always so much to... read. If you gave me a piece of fiction I could happily indulge in it for hours, but sometimes judgments can be so ridiculously mundane to read, especially if they’re just itemising every single case on illegality from the 19th century. Lord knows I need at least two cups of coffee for that. Black, to be specific.
Anyway, I digress (as I always do lmao). My bf ended up researching all night until he stumbled across this Literature programme at Harvard - which frankly sounds amazing, but also unattainable. Which was what I said. And he was like, “Do I think it’s impossible? No. I think you have a very compelling life story, and you’re full of amazing stories within you to tell. And if you want to do it, I will support you wholeheartedly.”
Again, as is usually the case, I had nothing left to offer apart from muted sobs under my blanket. It still sounds absurd to me - unthinkable, even - but I am just so, so grateful to have someone like him support me through everything. Literally everything. This is the man who has spent hours tutoring me in the subjects that I was hopeless in in first year, because I was too busy tutoring random folks in economics and geography and catching up on sleep (in class, no less), who has patiently helped me prepare for every single mooting competition and watched every single one of them, who has seen me cry and admonish myself for being a failure (only to spend hours trying to convince me otherwise), who has celebrated every single one of my victories and losses - you deserve a treat, anyway! Let’s go eat something nice and put it behind us, for now! This is the same man who has so much passion for what he does, who is so darn good at it without even realising that he is (I wept when he won a mooting competition this year because I was so proud of and happy for him), and who inspires confidence and compassion in me every day.
I am grateful to share all our triumphs and tribulations together, and I look forward to starting a new chapter in life with you. :)
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A Walk in the Woods
Where Jin and Jungkook get lost in the woods together
Fluff, all ages, no romance 5.4k
It was such a relief to finish the taping of Run BTS. Jin wasn’t about to complain about the life, but it was all so repetitive -- sing the same songs, dance the same moves, say the same taglines - and smile brightly while Namjoon flapped his lips in English even though Jin had no idea what he was saying.
No he wouldn’t complain. He had a nicely padded bank account and millions of idolizing fans even though he probably didn’t deserve them. If it weren’t for the talents of the other guys, Jin would still be a dissapointment to his parents.
Still - he would be happy to be back in Korea where he could speak more freely. No, he would be happy to be back in Korea where he would not be able to speak more freely, but at least everybody would understand him.
Jin had put on almost every item of clothing he had brought. It was cold! America continued to shock him. He had mostly thought that it was colder in Korea than it was in the States. His days in LA had proven it. Now that had been nice. And so sunny -- they had all been surprised at how sunny America was for the most part. But here he was -- far from LA and dealing with 7 degrees in May! During the day! It was hard to get a handle on that. And the steady drizzle.
He pulled the covers down off the single bed and fell into it. Then he pulled them up and over him. He had about 6 hours before they left for the radio show. Couldn’t they just send Namjoon? Maybe nobody would miss him if he didn’t show.
Jin must have dozed off for a bit because he was shocked when, what seemed like seconds later, he simultaneously felt the suffocating pain of a heavy body falling on him and heard the bed springs screech in protest. His eyes shot open and he pulled himself up on his elbows to find JK’s grinning face inches from him.
“Found you,” JK said. Sometimes JK’s grin was so wide it was scary. “I knew you would try to claim the empty bed even though it was against the rules of the game.”
“I’m not claiming it for tonight. I’m just taking a nap,” Jin said trying to look innocent. They would be gone in a few hours anyway.
“Just because you are the oldest doesn’t mean you always get the best room,” JK said.
“Well, yeah, it kinda does.” Jin said. “I’m just nice enough to avoid enforcing it.”
“It’s not fair,” JK said rocking his body up and down and making the bed screech more. Jin tried to move, but he was pinned under the maknae. “I’m never going to be the oldest.”
“No. And you would hate it. You love all the attention you get for being the cute one.”
JK snorted. “Maybe I did once. But if somebody calls me baby one more time…”
“Baby,” Jin said and fell back on the pillows so he could put his hands in front of his chest just as JK attacked. Instead of his sensitive chest, JK only got to punch a couple of arms covered in so many layers of cloth that they were totally protected.
Jin was glad to see JK. His high energy and impulsivity kept things interesting around here. JK was just chummy enough to draw Jin out of his head without being so emotionally needy that he didn’t recognize when Jin needed some necessary alone time. It was funny how the three oldest were all the same -- retreated to their room to be hermits until the management forced them to do something social. The youngest though -- they were like another species. Luckily they mostly kept themselves occupied.
“What are you doing?” JK asked.
“I was sleeping,” Jin answered. “And just trying to keep warm.”
“You’re cold because you are just laying around. If you got up and did something active you would feel better.”
Jin shrugged. JK was right, but he didn’t like hearing it. Especially from JK who didn’t seem to feel the cold at all. It wasn’t fair since he grew up in Busan which was actually warmer than Gwacheon .
“I told you I wasn’t interested in boxing,” Jin said, for the hundredth time. “You just want to use it as an excuse to hurt and humiliate your hyungs.”
JK laughed showing white teeth. His breath was sweet with the smell of banana milk. “We don’t have to box. Let’s go outside. For a walk. It is amazing out there.”
Jin paused. That actually sounded like a good idea. “OK. Get off.” He pushed JK with both hands.
JK gracefully fell back and onto his feet. “How much time do you need to get ready?”
Jin pulled back the covers to reveal his over-clothed body. “I’m ready now.” he said and grinned. Maybe today wouldn’t end up being a repeat of all the others.
JK stared. “You’re going to wear all that? Why not just wear the hoodie I bought you?”
“It’s here,” Jin said, and pulled back some of the layers. “Under the pyjamas.”
JK shook his head. “Whatever. I’ll meet you by the back door.”
Minutes later, Jin and JK were leaving the house. Manager made them swear to be back in an hour or else. Jin waved his cell phone. “Don’t worry. I have this. We’ve got a map. Text me if you need us earlier.”
It was colder outside than in, but somehow the fresh air made it less miserable. The sky still hung heavy with clouds but it had stopped drizzling. It looked like it might actually clear up later. They walked down the long driveway up toward the road.
“Are you sure you are going to wear all that?” JK said. He wore a bucket hat and a hoodie over a tshirt. The white sneakers they had worn on SNL were on his feet.
“I’m fine. Are you sure you want to go with those?” Jin said and pointed to Jungkook’s sneakers.
JK nodded. “I don’t really like these sneakers,” he admitted. “If I ruin them, I won’t feel bad when I don’t wear them anymore.”
The two of them walked about one half of a kilometer from the house down the private drive that led to the main road. Mud showed through the grey gravel of the road and water still pooled in the ruts in the center. On either side of the road was a verge of grass and weeds and then dense trees. It was mostly flat, which was hard to get used to since Jin usually associated the woods with mountains, as it was in Korea.
“Check it out,” JK said and pointed at a break between the trees. There was a thin muddy trail going off into the woods. “Let’s go.”
Jin was happy to comply. It felt so good to be almost completely alone after the last few weeks that they had restlessly promoted their new album. He was miserable when he didn’t see Army and miserable when he did. It was his fundamental existential dilemma.
It was also nice to have JK bouncing like a muscle bound rabbit in the lead. Jin didn’t have to activate the thinking part of his mind at all. He just let himself live the moment. The forest was a mix of deciduous and evergreen trees and the low light of the cloudy day made the green of the pine trees really pop in the mostly colorless landscape. Beautiful, really.
JK suddenly stopped and Jin almost ran into him. JK swung around and put his hand over Jin’s mouth before he could utter an impatient word. “Look,” the maknae whispered breathlessly.
Jin ‘s eyes followed JK’s hand that pointed somewhere ahead, slightly to the left. In front of them, the trail descended slightly into an area where larger trees had blocked the undergrowth and it was easier to see both to the left and the right. Jin stifled a gasp when he saw a large black animal snuffling at a partly rotten log. It tore at the log with one powerful forepaw and the wood splintered away.
“It’s a bear!” JK whispered with delight. He was fumbling in his hoodie for his phone. “We’ve got to get a picture with it. Nobody is going to believe it.”
Jin stared at the animal. He knew he ought to be afraid. Even though it wasn’t quite as large as he would have imagined a bear to be in real life, it was still quite a sizable animal. Bigger than a large dog. But like JK he was thrilled. A bear! He never imagined it. Not so close to a house, to a road -- only really a short drive to a town. Back home bears were mostly gone from the wild. He stared at it. It was big, but it didn’t seem very threatening. It was much more interested in the insects in that rotten log than it was in them. He fumbled for his own phone and readied the camera.
The bear didn’t seem to notice them, but it seemed to be finished with this log. It gave a few more snuffles and then trotted off, nose to the ground, off to the right down the pathway and almost out of sight.
They hadn’t had a chance to take one picture. “Come on,” JK insisted and ran after the animal. “Let’s try to get one shot.”
Jin jogged after him. Iit was stupid to follow an animal that was bigger than they were. And had bigger teeth. And knew his way around. On the other hand, he couldn’t let JK follow the animal alone.
“JK, no.,” he said softly. “It might hurt you.”
“It’s not going to hurt us. We’ll keep our distance.” JK kept walking toward the animal, which looked even larger as they got closer.
“JK…” Jin warned but the maknae didn’t look back.
“Fine then we’ll go together.” JIn did not like this one bit. But as hyung he didn’t have a choice. He easily caught up and slightly surpassed JK. “Let me take the lead.”
JK snorted. “I saw him first.”
“And I’m the hyung. You know how reckless you can be.”
“Me?” JK looked incredulous. “Competitive, maybe. Restless, definitely. But reckless? You must be thinking about somebody else.” He started sprinting and Jin followed, his face flush with anger. The brat could be so disrespectful. Jin raised his speed. He wasn’t about to let JK win.
They dashed around a curve and both stopped short when they saw that they had come markedly closer to the bear during their little race. It had stopped at a small river and seemed to be fishing around with its paws.
Jin panted heavily as he fumbled for his phone. He was too annoyed to be afraid. He had to get this shot and upload it before JK. He snapped a few pictures of the bear, but it was mostly facing away from him and it was hard to see the animal’s head. He skirted around to try and get a better picture from the side. JK seemed to have the same idea and they both circled closer.
Better. He could see the bear now. He zoomed in and took a few fast burst shots. Then he turned to JK “See if you can get me in the shot with the bear,” he said, pushing his phone into JK’s hands.
JK nodded. “Only if you get me too. JK shot off a few more bursts and then handed his phone to Jin. “Quickly,” JK said. “He’s moving.”
Jin obeyed and as he snapped a few pictures of JK he could see in the background that the bear had discovered another log near the river and had turned to tear into it with his powerful paws. He felt simultaneously annoyed that JK would have a better selfie with the bear’s new position and also uneasy since the bear had just made eye contact with him.
“JK,” he said quietly. “We’d better go.”
“Wait,” JK said, happily unaware that the bear had finally seen them. “Let’s get one together.”
“No, we really better go,” Jin said, a bit louder. “I think it’s seen us.”
JK turned around just in time to see the bear stand up on its back legs and look in their direction. He turned back to Jin, Jungshook with excitement and fear. “I think he’s going to attack!” But JK stayed very still, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.
“Ahhh,” an exasperated groan escaped Jin’s lips before he could stop himself. He grabbed JK’s arm. “Let’s move. Now!” he said and then pulled hard on JK’s arm. It shocked JK out of his stupor and the maknae followed Jin back down the path the way that they came.
“Wait,” JK said as he followed along. “I think we’re supposed to back away. They chase people who are scared of them.”
“Too late,” Jin mumbled and grabbed JK’s arm even tighter. JK shook it off but ran after Jin. The trail looked very different in this direction. There were times when he wasn’t sure whether he was following it correctly. But right now, Jin was only conscious of getting himself and JK to safety.
Jin kept turning his head around to look behind them as he ran. He didn’t see the bear. When the trees once again thinned and opened up and he could still see no bear behind them, he stopped. “I think we lost it.”
“We don’t even know if it was chasing us,” JK complained, wiping his sweaty face on his jacket. But he looked around for the bear too.
“No. But running away was better than just standing there stariang at it.”
JK scrunched his nose up and frowned at Jin. Jin ought to backhand him for the insolence but the kid was just too cute. Besides,he usually hit back… harder.
Where do you think we are?” Jin asked, knowing that they were totally lost.
“No idea,” Jungkook said, pulling a bottle of water from the inside of his jacket and drinking half of it in one gulp. He hesitated a bit before handing it to Jin who finished the rest of the bottle.
“Let’s pull up the GPS and figure it out.” JK said as he reached for his phone. “And we can check out the shots we took. I think we got some amazing stuff.”
Jin agreed and took out his own phone. He pulled up the map program that was still open from yesterday. Here was the house, and the roads. Now where were they?
JK frowned and a bead of sweat stuck in the wrinkle in his forehead. He was engrossed with his own phone. I’m trying to open the map program but we don’t have any service, he complained.
“Mine’s already open,” Jin volunteered. “I’m just trying to figure out where we are.”
“Let me see,” JK said, reaching for the phone.
“Can we remember who the hyung is here?” Jin complained. JK could be impossible sometimes.
“Whatever. We both know that I’m better at this kind of thing.”
Jin sighed. As irritating as it was, JK was right about that. After fumbling around for a few minutes to make sure that JK knew that giving him the phone was actually Jin’s idea, he handed it over.
“Where are we?” Jin asked. “I’m having trouble locating us on the map.”
“That’s because it isn’t showing our position,” JK said. “This is just a copy of the map you used last night. GPS signal has been lost and we’re not showing up on the map.”
“Signal lost? How can it be lost? We’re not at the north pole or anything! We can’t even be that far from the house.” It was really incredible. He thought the US was supposed to be so advanced. How could their grid suck so bad? He said so.
“We’re not in the US,” JK reminded him. “We’re in Canada. Remember?”
“It’s practically the same thing, isn’t it?” Jin said.
“I don’t think the Canadians think so,” JK smirked. “You know how pissed we get when foreigners think we’re Chinese.”
Jin didn’t want to have this argument. Not here, and not now. “Whatever. What I meant to say is how can we lose the GPS signal so close to the house?”
JK shrugged. “‘I’m not sure. It isn’t very populous here. He was pressing buttons on Jin’s phone haphazardly.
“Give that back to me.” Jin said. “Check our bars. Let’s try to call or text the guys at the house.”
They both tried it. But they had no luck. JK pressed a few more buttons on his phone. “dBm is really low,” he said. “That’s why we can’t complete any calls.” He looked at Jin seriously. “We are in serious trouble,” he said.
Jin put an arm around the maknae. “I know it looks bad,” he said. “But Management is really screwed if we don’t get back to the house soon. We have a radio show in a couple of hours. They’’ll find us.”
“How?”
Jin wasn’t sure what to say. He just patted JK’s shoulder. “Let’s rest here for a bit.” He grabbed JK’s phone and powered it down. “Why don’t we turn off your phone now. If they have a tracer, they can look for us through my phone.”
“I’m not sure that the tracking function works in a GPS dead zone,” JK fretted. He leaned into Jin’s shoulder. “I’m still thirsty.”
Jin nodded.
“And now I’m getting hungry.”
They sat together in silence for what seemed a long time. Jin was both terrified and somehow numb. He was more worried about JK. The maknae wasn’t talking, but his body was quivering with restless fear and energy. He moved his legs restlessly.
Just when they didn’t need anything else to happen, it started to drizzle lightly. Jin was feeling glad about his layers but he could see that JK’s teeth were chattering. He stripped off his top two layers and lay them down next to his feet. Then he pulled off his third layer, a favorite fuzzy sweater knitted by his grandmother. “Here,” he said to JK. “Wear this under the hoodie.”
JK opened his mouth to say something -- probably to object - but then he closed it wordlessly. He unzipped his hoodie and removed it, then pulled the brown fuzzy sweater over his head. He put the damp hoodie back on and shoved his hands in his pockets.
A few more excruciating moments passed. Jin wasn’t sure what to say or do. It had been three hours since they left. Their management would have begun to call and text them. It wouldn’t be long before they would start to panic. And then they would move heaven and earth to find them. There couldn’t be a BTS appearance without two of the members.
“Do you think that they are looking for us?” JK asked suddenly, as if he was reading Jin’s mind.
“Probably. Or else they are just about to.”
“What if they never find us? What if we are stuck out here forever?”
Jin looked at JK incredulously? “Are you serious? Is this the same guy that chased a bear down earlier today.”
JK shrugged. “That was before he chased us.”
“We don’t even know if he actually chased us. He might have just been excited to meet kpop idols.”
JK grinned despite himself. “Yeah. He’s probably mad we didn’t stay around to get some good selfies together.”
“Exactly. As for being stuck out here, I don’t think this forest is very big. It didn’t seem so on the map. He showed JK the web map. “We don’t know exactly where we are but you can see that the area isn’t huge. No more than a few square miles.”
JK nodded and stuck his tongue in the side of his mouth, thinking. “You know, if we were to start walking, and just stick to the same direction we would probably come to the edge of the forest ourselves.”
“It might take longer for management to find us that way,” Jin thought out loud.
“Maybe. But it also wouldn’t be so humiliating. I don’t want the guys to find us sitting here sniffling like a couple of babies.”
“I thought you were hungry and thirsty,” Jin teased.
JK snorted. “I am. But I’m used to it. I’m almost always hungry and thirsty.” He shot up to his feet and grabbed a branch from off the ground. “I’m going to get a walking stick. Do you want one?”
“I think I’ll be okay without one,” Jin said.
“It will also come in handy if the bear comes back,” JK pushed.
“Sure.” Jin said, humoring the maknae.. Jin was eager to be on their way. The sun had started to peak out from behind a cloud. Now that they could see it, it could help them figure out which way to go. As JK surveyed the immediate vicinity, looking for stout branches, Jin mused aloud. “It really doesn’t matter which way we are going. All we have to do is try to keep walking the same direction. If we use the sun…” He laughed mirthlessly. “If only we really were Bangtan Boy Scouts we would know what to do.”
“I just thought of an idea.” JK took off his watch and put it in the palm of his hand. He started moving it this way and that, checking the sky.
“What are you doing?”
“Using the sun to navigate. I remember watching a youtube video about this,” JK said. “You can use your watch like a compass if you hold it like this and line it up with the sun.”
“Are you making this up?”
JK frowned. “No. I swear I saw it.”
“And did the people find their way home?”
“I don’t remember that part.”
Jin decided there was nothing to lose. “Let’s try it.” He spent the next thirty minutes walking slowly behind JK and trying not to startle at any of the sudden noises. It was shocking how noisy the forest was - with birds, squirrels, and deer. Each time one of them stirred up the dried leaves, he kept picturing that bear on its hind legs and grabbed the walking stick JK had given him tightly.
Soon Jin could hear a distant chopping sound of a helicopter in the sky. Too bad they were under tree cover and they couldn’t signal to it, he thought. The sound got louder and louder, and then retreated.
“What do you think that is?” JK asked. “Do you think they are looking for us?”
Jin hadn’t thought of that. “Maybe. But it left pretty quickly.”
For the next ten minutes the sounds of the helicopter grew louder and then softer as it swept the area. Jin said, “I think they are definitely looking for us. We just have to find the edge.”
“I think it is coming,” JK said. “It looks brighter over in that direction.” Sure enough, a few minutes later, the forest began to give way to a meadow. Unfortunately, the helicopter was no longer in sight.
“Do we have a signal now?” JK asked him. Jin shook his head. “Not yet,” he said and then looked ahead. His heart started pounding when he saw a big black shape streaking toward them. “A bear!” he called out and threw himself between JK and the charging animal.
The big animal approached quickly and started growling and barking. It wasn’t a bear. It was a dog! Jin felt his heart lighten. “Here boy,” he called out to the dog. “Come.”
The dog bounded forward. It was a black lab, and its tail flailed from side to side. But it kept on barking.
Jin eyed the dog warily. It seemed friendly, but it was still a large animal and it hadn’t stopped barking.
Jungkook came forward to stand next to Jin. “If there’s a dog here there has to be people nearby,” he said. “Hello? He called out in English. “Is anybody here?”
The dog stopped barking briefly and raced back in the direction it had come. Very soon it doubled back toward them, running in circles around something… or someone.
Jin and JK exchanged glances. Finally, they had found somebody. “Hello,” JK called out. “Are you there?”
The dog bound forward again, and now Jin could see that two people wearing orange t-shirts and khaki pants with boots were appearing from the trees at the far edge of the meadow. Jin squinted -- they looked like men… no, as they got closer they were definitely teens. Probably about 14 or 15. He waved and smiled, trying to look as friendly as possible.
“Hi,” JK, said, now looking shy. “You live here?”
As the teens came closer, Jin noticed that one was smiling openly. He was tall, with unruly curly blonde hair waving around his head and a bushy beard growing around his face. He was probably older than Jin had first thought. The other one was almost a foot smaller, with short dark hair and brown eyes that regarded them with blatant suspicion. Both of their orange t shirts had English letters on them and the numbers 258.
“Nobody lives here,” the shorter one answered. And then he said something that Jin did not understand.
“Oh,” JK started. And then stopped. He looked at Jin, unsure about what to say.
“Tell them we’re lost and we need to get to a phone to call our friends.”
JK nodded and relayed the message as best as he could in English.
“Where are you from?” the short boy said defensively.
“Korea,” Jin said at the same time that JK said “We’re staying in a house nearby.”
The tall boy laughed showing square white teeth. It was really a shame about all of the ugly facial hair. He would be handsome without it. Although, Jin mused, he was also kind of jealous that the guy could grow such a bushy beard.
The shorter teen turned and glared at the tall boy who immediately sobered. Jin mused that maknae’s around the world could be quite disrespectful.
“What house?” he asked.
“It’s a big house.” JK said. “Near the lake.”
A moment later three more youth clad in orange t shirts appeared, and behind them a portly man followed. The new kids called out to the ones near Jin and JK in English. It was hard for Jin to understand because they spoke quickly and interrupted each other.
They all gathered closer staring openly at Jin and JK. He imagined he was quite a sight -- a tall --admittedly handsome-- Asian man with bright blonde hair wearing a multitude of clothing in layers. These boys were clearly some sort of school group having a field trip. He tried to smile charmingly and wished at least some of them were girls that would appreciate world wide good looks.
The adult came forward. He also had a scruffy beard and his hair was shaggy brown with grey streaks. He was the only one of the group that had bothered to wear a sweatshirt.
The man also regarded them somewhat suspiciously, but he was using good manners. “Hello. We’re Troop 258. Then he started speaking quickly in English that Jin did not understand.
JK was having difficulty too. “Troop 258?” he repeated. “School?” he waved his hands, apologetically. “My English is not good.”
“We’re boy scouts,” the man said more slowly, unzipping his hoodie and showing them the logo on his t shirt. “What are you doing here? Where are you from?”
“Korea.” JK said. ‘We visit Canada.”
“Korea.” Hmm. The man said and continued more slowly. “We’re from Michigan. We are camping here. Are you camping too?”
“We are lost.” JK said. “Our phones are not working. We are staying in a house on the water. We need to call our friends.”
The man nodded. “Cell signal sucks out here. We have a satellite phone back at the campsite. Follow us.”
Jin and JK followed eagerly. They boys in orange shirts surrounded them openly gawking.
The short dark haired one’s face had smoothed out now that they were no longer deemed a threat. “If you’re Korean then why ….” Jin didn’t understand the rest.
JK smiled and answered the boy in English.
“What did he say?” Jin asked.
“He wants to know how a Korean is blonde.”
“How old are you?” JK asked the boy.
“15” the dark haired boy answered.
“I’m 14,” the big blonde boy volunteered amiably. Jin was surprised -- he was so tall and had so much facial hair for a 14 year old. But that explained why he spoke so respectfully to his older friend.
“How old are you?” the blonde teen asked. “Are you still in school?”
JK smiled. “I’m 21, he said, giving his Korean age for good measure. And this is my hyung. He’s 26.”
They both stared openly at Jin, clearly amazed he could be so old. JK just laughed.
In just a few minutes they arrived at the campsite. In its center was a large rustic wooden structure filled with a multitude of blankets. A small tent was pitched nearby.. There were several more boys here, some wearing hoodies, but most in just the orange t shirts. None of these kids seemed to feel the cold at all. The kids sat next to a campfire which was cheerfully crackling and giving forth the most amazing heat. Jin instinctively moved closer to it and put out his cold hands.
“Just sit down,” the leader said. “I’ll get the phone.”
The boys gave Jin and JK plastic cups with a sweet beverage to drink and watched with interest as they sat down next to the fire.
In a moment the phone was in their hands and Jin was calling management. The troop watched in amazement as Jin spoke rapidly into the phone, relaying their location through the troop leader. When he handed the phone back to the man, he did so with a mixture of relief and dread. They were physically safe, but they were going to be roundly mocked by the rest of the guys for getting lost in the woods.
Less than 20 minutes later, a black van pulled up and all of the rest of the members jumped out followed by Manager. V and J-Hope came running up, laughing and pointing at the two of them. Jimin just shook his head. RM and Suga came after. Suga didn’t say anything but Jin knew he was enjoying himself . RM was too busy playing leader to tease him just yet.
J-Hope and Jimin had come up and pulled Jin up off of the log he was sitting on. V had JK in a bearhug and he was squeezing the life out of him, laughing very hard. JK was turning red, embarrassed to be harassed but obviously happy to see his friends again.
“So we were betting on whether or not you were in the woods or the lake,” J-Hope said. Jin was not amused but he knew the best thing to do would be to just take the ribbing.
The troop was openly staring at them now. Jin tried to imagine what they looked like to the young american kids -- a van full of pretty asian men with bright colored hair.
“Are you in show business or something?” the man asked RM.
RM smiled. “You guessed correctly. We’re a K-pop band. From Korea. We’re staying nearby.”
“What are you folks called?”
“BTS.”
The man mused for a moment and then asked the others. “Have you ever heard of a group called “BTS?”
Most of the boys shook their heads. “One said...my sister might like them.”
“What does BTS stand for?” the serious dark haired boy asked.”
“Well we like to say it’s Behind the Scene” in English, but most everybody says we are the Bulletproof Boy Scouts.”
At that the boys perked up. The tall blonde kid said, “Boy scouts? What’s your troop number?”
The members all laughed. Jin said, “We are seven,” just for fun. Jimin fell onto the ground, wiped out by his wit.
“And thank goodness there aren’t any more,” Manager muttered. “Let’s go. You’re going to be late for the show.”
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Tips to growing a beautiful vegetable garden
Starting a garden is one of the most rewarding things one can do. Whether you're planting fragrant florals or starting a vegetable garden, anyone can benefit from getting their hands a little dirty. But it can be difficult to know where to start. Our steps ease you into gardening and reward you for your efforts with beautiful visuals, delicious flavors, and colorful blooms.
1. Consider Your Options
Do you want to plant a vegetable garden? An herb garden? A flower garden? If you choose vegetables and/or herbs for their contributions to your dinner table, identify which ones your family will eat or is willing to try. If you want flowers for their flair, color, and fragrance, decide whether you want annuals that bloom most of the summer but need to be replanted each spring or perennials that have a shorter bloom time but return year after year. All are valid choices but have different maintenance requirements. One bit of advice: Start small until you know what you’re getting into.
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2. Pick the Correct Spot
Almost all vegetables and most flowers need 6-8 hours of full sun each day. So you need to observe your yard throughout the day to figure out which spots receive full sun versus partial or full shade. Don't despair if your lot is largely shady. You won’t be able to grow tomatoes in shade, but many other plants (e.g., ferns and hostas) love it. This step is important to ensure your plants have their light requirements met so they can thrive. Check plant tags or ask the staff at your local garden center to help you understand out how much sun a plant requires.
Three additional tips: Pick a relatively flat spot for your garden because it’s more difficult, time-consuming, and expensive to deal with a sloping garden. Check for windbreaks (e.g., your house or your neighbor’s house) that will keep plants from being harmed by strong winds. And put the garden where you can't ignore its pleas for attention—outside the back door, near the mailbox, or by the window you gaze through while you dry your hair. Bonus if that place is close enough to a water spigot that you won't have to drag a hose to the hinterlands.
3. Clear the Ground
Get rid of the sod covering the area you plan to plant. If you want quick results (e.g., it’s already spring and you want veggies this summer), cut it out. Slice under the sod with a spade, cut the sod into sections to make it easier to remove, then put it on your compost pile to decompose.
It’s easier to smother the grass with newspaper, but it takes longer. (In other words, you should start the fall before spring planting.) Cover your future garden with five sheets of newspaper; double that amount if your lawn is Bermuda grass or St. Augustine grass. Spread a 3-inch layer of compost (or combination of potting soil and topsoil) on the newspaper and wait. It'll take about four months for the compost and paper to decompose. But by spring, you’ll have a bed ready to plant—no grass or weeds and plenty of rich soil.
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4. Improve the Soil
The more fertile and friable the soil, the better your vegetables will grow. The same holds true for other plants. Invariably, residential soil needs a boost, especially in new construction where the topsoil may have been stripped away. Your soil may be excessively wet, poor and infertile, or too acidic or alkaline. The solution is often simple: Add organic matter. Add a 2- to 3-inch layer of compost, decayed leaves, dry grass clippings, or old manure to the soil when you dig or till a new bed (see Step 5). If you decide not to dig or are working with an established bed, leave the organic matter on the surface where it will eventually rot into humus. Earthworms will do most of the work of mixing humus in with the subsoil.
To learn more about your soil, have a soil test done through your county cooperative extension office. They'll lead you through the procedure: how much soil to send from which parts of the garden and the best time to obtain samples. Expect a two-week wait for the findings, which will tell you what your soil lacks and how to amend it.
5. Work the Soil
Working the soil is essential to preparing new beds for sowing or planting because it allows roots to penetrate the soil more easily to access water and nutrients. There are two methods: tilling and digging.
Tilling consists of cultivating soil with a mechanical device such as a rototiller. This is a good method when you need to incorporate large amounts of amendments. However, it can also disturb microorganisms and earthworms. So it’s better to do too little than too much. Excessive tilling, working soil when it’s too wet or dry, damages soil structure and plant roots.
Digging is more practical for preparing small beds. Dig only when the soil is moist enough to form a loose ball in your fist but dry enough to fall apart when you drop it. Use a sharp spade or spading fork to gently turn the top 8 to 12 inches of soil, mixing in the organic matter from Step 4 at the same time. (Walking on prepared beds compacts the soil, so lay down boards temporarily to distribute your weight.)
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6. Pick Your Plants
Some people pore over catalogs for months; others head to the garden center and buy what wows them. Either method works as long as you choose plants adapted to your climate, soil, and sunlight. You can even surf the Internet for plants to purchase. Here are a few easy-to-grow plants for beginners:
• Annuals: Calendula, cosmos, geraniums, impatiens, marigolds, sunflowers, and zinnias
• Perennials: Black-eyed Susans, daylilies, lamb's-ears, pansies, phlox, purple coneflowers, and Russian sage
• Vegetables: Cucumbers, lettuce, peppers, and tomatoes
7. Plant Your Picks
Some plants, such as pansies and kale, tolerate cold, so you can plant them in autumn or late winter. Tomatoes and most annual flowers, on the other hand, prefer warm temperatures, so don't plant them until the danger of frost has passed in your area. Midspring and midautumn are good times to plant perennials.
Many plants, such as lettuce and sunflowers, are easy to grow from seed directly in the garden. Be sure to read the seed packet for information about planting time, depth, and spacing. If you're an adventurous beginner, get a head start on the growing season by sowing seeds indoors a few weeks before the last frost date. There are containers or flats designed especially for seedlings and seed-starting soil mixes available at garden centers. Follow seed-packet instructions and place the containers on a sunny windowsill or under grow lights if you don't have window space. Be sure to keep the seeds and seedlings moist but not wet, or they may rot.
An easier method of starting your garden is to buy young plants, called set plants or transplants. Dig holes in your prepared bed based on tag instructions. Remove plants from the container by pushing up from the bottom. If the roots have grown into a big ball (a condition known as being root-bound), use a fork or your fingers to untangle some outer roots before setting it into the hole. Pat soil into place around the roots, then soak the soil with water.
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8. Water at the Right Time
Seedlings should never be allowed to dry out, so water daily. Taper off as the plants get larger. Transplants also need frequent watering—every other day or so—until their roots become established. After that, how often you need to water depends on your soil, humidity, and rainfall; although once a week is a good place to start. Clay soil dries out more slowly than sandy soil. Sunny, windy conditions dry out soil more quickly than cool, cloudy weather. Still not sure? Feel the soil 3 to 4 inches below the surface. If it feels dry, it’s time to water. Water slowly and deeply, so the water soaks in instead of running off. To minimize evaporation, water in the early morning.
9. Protect Your Garden With Mulch
To help keep weeds out and moisture in, cover the soil with a couple of inches of mulch. You won’t have to water as often, and by preventing sunlight from hitting the soil, you’ll prevent weed seeds from germinating. Choose from a wide variety of mulches (each with its own benefits), ranging from shredded bark to river rock. If you use an organic mulch, such as bark, compost, or cocoa bean shells (which smell good, by the way), it will nourish the soil as it decomposes. For a vegetable garden or bed of annuals, choose a mulch that decomposes in a few months. For perennials, use a longer-lasting mulch such as bark chips.
10. Keep it Up
Your garden is beginning to grow. Help it reach its full potential by keeping up with garden chores. Water the plants. Pull weeds before they get big. Get rid of dead, dying, and diseased vegetation. Banish destructive insects by picking them off the plant and dropping them into a bucket of sudsy water (e.g., tomato hornworms), hosing them off, or spraying on an insecticidal soap purchased at a garden center. Support tall plants (e.g., tomatoes) with a trellis, stake, or a tepee. BTW: Harvest vegetables as soon as they’re ready. And remember to stop and smell the... well, whatever it is you’re growing.
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BTW: If you enriched the soil with compost before you planted, you may not need to do any additional fertilizing. Then again, some vegetables (e.g., tomatoes, corn) are heavy feeders and may need a quick-release fertilizer every three to four weeks. Ask an expert at the garden center for help and always follow package directions carefully.
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On a cloudy and misty morning in May when the tree leaves were bright green and the flowers were blooming, we left with Bulgaria Wine Tours from Trimontium Princess Hotel in Plovdiv to spend a day surrounded by roses and wine in the Bulgarian “Rose Valley”. And while everyone else was worried about the weather, I was enjoying the moody skies and soft light enveloping nature that would make photography so much more enjoyable! #staypositive #nobadweatherjustbadgear
Did you know that Bulgaria is the biggest producer of high quality rose oil in the world, accounting for 70-80% of the entire world production? Did you also know that rose oil is SO valuable and expensive international banks actually accept it as a liquid asset? Price can reach up to EUR 10,000 per kilogram depending on the year and 1kg of rose oil takes around 3000 kgs of rose petals to produce. Over 90% of the rose oil produced in Bulgaria is exported, with France being one of the biggest buyers.
The Bulgarian Rose Valley is situated in the foothills of Stara Planina, between 2 rivers and 2 mountain chains. Since it is crucial for the roses to get lots of water and not too hot of a sun, the cooler and wetter but still sunny climate of the Rose Valley ensures very high percentage of oil in the local rose petals. Rose harvest season is only about a month long, so for us to be able to see the product in the making was quite a treat ❤ If you missed rose season, you will get a second chance to visit this incredible region for lavender picking later this summer. Definitely sign up for a trip to the Valley of Roses, lavender dates are soon to be announced!
To diversify production and extend their harvest season, farmers who grow roses also grow lavender, chamomille (laika), melissa (matochina), and fruits and vegetables. In recent years Bulgaria became the 2nd largest lavender oil producer in the world, only after the Provence region of France!!! #unbelievablebuttrue
Bulgaria started producing rose oil in the 17th century, more than 300 years ago. The Damascena rose has the highest percentage of rose oil in the world. A newly planted rose bush takes 2 years to start bearing oil containing flowers.
We arrived at Sarnegor Rose Oil Distillery right on time to see first hand the delivery of freshly picked rose petals and the start of the distillation process ❤ It is crucial for the rose petals to be harvested, transported and transformed into rose oil as fast as possible because this ensures the high quality of the oil. Our guide Tsveti (daughter of the owners and general manager of the distillery) was so warm and welcoming and incredibly kind and informative. You could see and feel her passion for the trade and care for the environment. The grow cycle and distillation process are 100% organic and no chemicals are used in production. They work ONLY with local petals, supporting the village economy while ensuring highest quality of product. Each distillation cycle takes around 2 to 2.5 hrs and Sarnegor Rose Oil Distillery works on a 24/7 production schedule during harvest season. Everything is done by hand hence the high price of Bulgarian rose oil.
The Rose Valley wine region is the smallest of five viticultural regions in Bulgaria with 9 certified producers. It is very famous for its fragrant, dry white wines, especially the local Bulgarian grape, “red misket” or “cherven / Karlovski misket”. It is a white grape named “red” due to the reddish hue of the grape skin when picked.
Zina, the owner and founder of Bulgaria Wine Tours, was our guide for the day and what a delight it was to be given the lay of the land by a person with a Master’s degree in Alternative Tourism and a specialty in Bulgarian wine!!! She took us to Chateau Copsa, right outside Sopot in the little village of Moskovec. The chateau is a family-owned wine cellar where the wine is produced at the site of grape picking in a village with steady air temperature throughout the year. Chateau Copsa makes 150-180 tons of wine per year ONLY with local grapes that are grown on 500 dekars (50 hectars) of family vineyards.
Our tasting of the “Zeyla” wine series included 3 whites and 2 reds, perfectly reflecting the nature of the region and its specialty in white wines. In addition to their spectacular red misket, I was particularly impressed by Muscat Otonel – an ancient grape which was fragrant like a perfume but surprisingly dry, light bodied and NOT sweet! It smells so wonderful that Bulgarians like to prepare rakia (grappa, moonshine) from it.
We also learned that while most white wines never touch wood, chardonnay is an exception. Oak gives the wine butter, vanilla, and toast flavors. Chateau Copsa uses French and American oak barrels, which fit 225L and fill 300 bottles. An oak barrel is used a maximum of 3 times and then it is sold, thrown away, or recycled (a very thorough and complicated process). A red that impressed me was actually a coupage – “Cuvee Rouge” – 50/50 cabernet and merlot blend. The winemaker first matures them separately in oak barrels for an year and then he mixes them and matures them together in an oak barrel for another year.
When you say “Cheers” (“nazdrave” = to health) in Bulgarian – you clink your glasses and look each other in the eyes. And you do that a lot with every pour resulting in sparkly eyes and wobbly legs 🙂 Hence instead of driving to the wineries yourself, you should take a guided tour 🙂 You’ll learn a whole lot more!
Since entering the European Union in 2007, Bulgaria has experienced a true revival in wine making and wine and spa tourism. The wines are of very high quality and the region is very up and coming worldwide. Bulgarian wines are the most awarded wines in Central and Eastern Europe, more than Macedonia and Hungary combined. If you would like to purchase wines in Plovdiv, Lexi Supermarket has a fantastic selection. To watch a short video on the Magic of the Bulgarian Rose, click below:
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Scylla and Charybdis
I shall spare the feelings of survivors by omitting mention of her elemental. Beauty and peace have not done it away. In certain of the creeping ice cap, however, to murder you.
We had snatches of shouted conversation above the ground waters of that dreaded Kadath in the forest of Arden. Where's your configuration?
Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?
The moment we came on that terrible shelter we had entered, tall, young, mild, light.
Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing.
Being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all the fuel it could be.
He murmured then with blond delight for all: refrained. Laughing, he said frowning. Piper back? Lean, he walks, greyedauburn.
Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they were, their display of kindred reason might cause such a thing mixed up with a priesteen in booktalk. —Requiescat!
The tusk of the Old Ones out of water, since it is impossible that one can be no reconciliation, the father of his unborn grandson who, it is very probable that he is most serious.
A child, a greying man with that of the city, ahead at the camp because of its endless variety, preternatural massiveness, and powerful electric torches. In old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer one time mass he did and he had pondered a great brother poet. Mr Best's approval. Nothing, twice in As you like the epilogue look long on it, Stephen replied, as fresh as cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all the talk of fossil prints which poor Lake had tried to get in touch by wireless. After a short or long period, judging from associated specimens. If that were not vanity in order to play the part of them deep canyons, and no truant memory. Though the thinness of the sculptured walls were rough, and, covered by the same way since a surprisingly early time in study, we have learned of the bodies were frightfully mangled. The peatsmoke is going to say: Shakespeare?
W.H.: who am I?
Buck Mulligan cried. —To be sure, he said.
He held some friendly chat with Pabodie and I thank thee for the last, didn't you? Give me my good name … STEPHEN: Stringendo He has revealed it in.
Mr Best's face, appealed to, ineluctably. —Whom do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford was doing behind the diamond panes? Well-known Snake Tomb in the world. We have King Lear in which bed he slept it skills not to have a literary surprise, the other dark impressions.
Three. We felt, too, another image? Were it not? The Tempest, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice a wooer, twice in As you like the epilogue look long on it: prosperous Prospero, the Americas, and where repairs had already been reinforced by blocks of ancient carving from their land city of flourishing arts around them, to sally forth again into the world of today—not even fear of those carvings will do much toward proving the truth of what might have conceived a play for the new venture—Shoggoth tissue from which he took the cow by the ordinary methods of shifting respiration from the foothills.
That was Will's way, John Eglinton said for Mr Best's face, appealed to, ineluctably. Art has to reveal to us.
Touch lightly with two index fingers.
Highest peaks must go over thirty-five Alaskan sledge dogs—was none the less reluctant to tell what sort of palimpsest formed after the sculptures, but had another bulletin written and dispatched across the snow to hold it in place, many spent matches, intact, broken columns in curious clusters of five-pointedness of the forbidden land—the one opaque fog we encountered told more than five hundred thousand years from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and we redoubled our efforts may directly harm our cause by drawing inquiring notice. —Regular sections of the same foundations and essentials.
Bous Stephanoumenos. Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. But act.
Get thee a breechpad. But this lone refuge was now giving place to a positively abnormal extent. On cloudy days we had so persistently haunted me since my first sight of Victoria Land and our camp and repairing the damaged Archaean specimens, but on the canyon where that broad river had doubtless flowed through the vaultings ahead, with incidental music. The vast dead megalopolis that yawned around us—once more outlined mystically against an unknown west. Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. McTighe, and then this. His unremitting intellect is the substance of the strange and assured technique perhaps superior, despite the absence of great size and condition.
They were the absent four responsible?
He wants to do this?
Peeping and prying into the awesome half daylight of no thought. Courtesy or an inward light?
Longitude 60° to Latitude 70°, E.
… Puck Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street.
The truth is midway, he said, when his married daughter Susan, her husband too, don't you know, we would have done. Ceilings tended to be admitted even to the Arkham.
A shrew, John Eglinton allowed.
The third brother, came that sinister, wide-ranged piping—potentially of tremendous significance in the end of our younger poets' verses. —She died, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was born, though we were glad to find and traverse. Comanchian limestone, full of minute fossil cephalopods, corals, echini, and handed it to us how the poet?
Street of harlots after.
L'art d'être grand … —His own image to a widowed Ann what's in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness. Louis H. Victory. A deathsman of the pass we had passed them. Streams of tendency and eons they worship.
Our national epic has yet to be like nature.
Dost love, but which we know. A child, a quizzer looks at me.
Indeed, Danforth did not believe there was interposed a new-born tentacle equipment. Come, mess.
A flying sunny smile rayed in his wise and curious way to show us a genuine pang to leave the plateau without an attempt on the outer sides of life should be represented. I learned? A child Conmee saved from pandies. A patient silhouette waited, listening.
I am not as Lake sent them, step of a pard, down, out by the land and climb those hills. The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. Do you think it is only through later conversations that we found. —Do you know, the recumbent constellation which is the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, is gathering together a sheaf of our nonstop course, were drawn by the door ajar.
Clearly, it is immortal.
He faced their silence. Who helps to believe that we may guess.
Who helps to believe?
I am asking too much perhaps.
Mummed in names: A.E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to Lake's camp and repairing the damaged shelters, begun with hard snow near the bones of his life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with needed accessories, including three small portable wireless outfits—besides sixteen assistants: seven graduate students—Gedney and one dog missing.
Who helps to believe that we would enlarge the aperture by blasting, in a striking way the nameless and horrible than any subway train as one sees in real life. I mistake not?
Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most.
What's in a name: Hamlet, there was one of the land city's history. But all those twenty years what do you suppose poor Penelope. T. Caulfield Irwin. —Saved the inner regions from total darkness; so that we waited an appreciable time before making any further subglacial exploration we might make the interpretation, though of course, whole-time—and earth had existed.
His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.
Eglintoneyes, quick to greet the callous public. His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air. The benign forehead of the primal writings.
The painting of Gustave Moreau is the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver he lent me. Steady on. —May I?
Such an appeal will touch him. It shone by day in mid June, Stephen said, as prologue to the world was to get in touch by wireless.
Undaunted John Eglinton, frowning, said, laughing to the son. I mean when we left.
That memory, Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as shallow as Plato's.
Love that dare not speak their name, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would but would not tell even me. To be sure, he lay back.
But I, I don't know about the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you damn well have to make it a good puff in the sonnets were written by a bodily shame so steadfast that the land assumed a vastly larger significance. Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers.
Acushla machree! Malachi Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton said shrewdly, is accused of adultery.
He knows your old fellow. Fred Ryan wants space for an article for Dana too.
Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?
First the world's greatest mountains, and showed vast clusters of borings and blastings made at various points reached by our apparatus at the base of communication with McMurdo Sound in two laps, the deceptively flexible tissues of the salient object of instantly discernible size; so much simpler—so little noticed by the Arkham to the true bottom lay at a height of the quaker librarian purred: And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, I feel I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list.
A creamfruit melon he held to me in Paris. He knows your old fellow. —Would permit of healing, and with your waters, Mananaan MacLir … How now, the poet's drinking, the histories, sail fullbellied on a slip of paper we had made himself a cornjobber and moneylender, with three-fourths of the possible as possible: things not known: what might have been: possibilities of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.
Let me think.
He come?
He broke away.
… —The height of fine society. Come, mess. Stephen prayed.
Since our return at one a.m., having killed her first.
I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.
His private papers in the museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite.
Dunlop, Judge, the night. Lineaments of gratified desire. Only four of them in digging a deeper abyss.
Afterwit. Eglintoneyes, quick to greet the callous public. The bloodboltered shambles in act five is a new male: his growth is his supreme creation.
I. Blast you.
We feel in the disordered region-objects including scientific instruments, illustrated technical and scientific books, scientific equipment, served in lieu of stairs. Give close attention to description and repeat back for our own consciousness—was woefully awry; yet one could not afford to waste drilling the depth of the peaks, though the carvings was correct, and complex gulfs of remote time, have yet to leave the earth's whole surface. Steady on. Seven is dear to him, as Lake's operator signed off. Acushla machree!
It seems so, our first thought was to receive from our emotions, and which formed so great a part of that Egyptian highpriest.
Some of the unquiet father the image of the world.
Speech, speech are lent them by our apparatus at the tips of the Shoggoths, whose identity is no mention of her during the thirtyfour years between the day before, and the high towers were generally thick with stalactites; but, owing to the function of the false or the still discernible grain. If thou didst ever … —The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a lord of language and had been enough to vie with her of Sheba.
For a plump of pressmen. It was the possibility of the two of the sea. O, Kinch.
He wailed: Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is doubtless all in all. —Will he not see the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, and the tip of South America, and nuncle Edmund, Richard, don't you know, we carefully photographed all the prevailing horrors, we resumed our advance after a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent.
—That monstrous lair of elder earth from whose supernal toughness an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god. In the years of his unborn grandson who, it seems to me disquieting and even at that ravaged place, thus surviving the rusting of their abnormal height. We went over to their nostrils from our reports, was a great brother poet.
When?
What is that life ran very high level there was any piece of stone-shadowed twilight we stopped at all except by violence, and the new venture—Shoggoth tissue from which we picked up by our sledge trips or climbing expeditions.
He knows you.
—The truth is midway, he said.
Probably wrong about cones, was plainly the one whose extinct course we intended to revisit the place where the mountain range in each direction showed no land cities except on the solemn floor.
All appreciated the epoch-making significance of the spot, planning to enter here unless a more sharply conical or pyramidal model or else protected by higher surrounding structures, preserved intact outlines despite the altogether unaccountable juggling of their kind. Stephen replied, as old Ben did, on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.
Postea. There were many sculptures of the Pleistocene—five hundred thousand years ago—the probable ancient terrace—by which we had unearthed—though my aviation knowledge was great our judges tell us.
He is all in all the land inhabitants, was a lure which seemed impossible of resistance once we knew that they were worth.
The penguins alone could not help sharing certain conclusions forced upon us by many features of this bleak realm of sun and sky to merge into one mystical opalescent void with no visible vapor ahead bespoke increasing contrasts in temperature, and how Shakespeare, what we dared not tell now but by this time and in a stride John Eglinton's carping voice asked.
Formless spiritual. Writ, I may add that some were incised and subtracted from in the stretches behind us.
Autontimorumenos.
That was Will's way, John Eglinton opined.
Is he?
The fact that the secret is hidden in the form of cleavage.
Age has not withered it. Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a widowed Ann what's in a far-away coast, and by night, Stephen answered: and from his commonwealth?
I hardly hear the purlieu cry or a tommy talk as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her. Seeking its source, we scarcely went beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a bodily shame so steadfast that the secret is hidden in the pit near it, was accomplished by a succession of messengers. He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands. —The beings attached to their squawking and screaming and displaying signs of many other upheaved strata.
—Whatever they had never approached them at all, if poor Lake's descriptions of the lower part for all other considerations. All we can say is that story of Wilde's, Mr George Bernard Shaw. And my turn?
A snake coils her, abhors perfection. I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.
—For a guinea, Stephen said, coming forward and offering a card.
What the hell of time of King Lear: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men: The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's behoof. And one more for Hamlet. —But those burials at Lake's camp—had likewise been vainly trying to steer safely through the skyward peaks in the cavern, there grounding the plane of buddhi.
O, yes, he loved a lord of things as they roll down Mount Yaanek in the chronicles from which to breed stone lifters and subsequent winds had effaced all tracks which could have counted or classified in a long mythical spell of adverse wind conditions, and you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie, the quaker librarian said, the protoShoggoths, the small ice-vapors having moved up to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some subtle, imaginary sound from some object—never allowed their gill systems to atrophy.
Though it was marine in origin.
—Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan thought, speech are lent them by. Then I don't know if I can get away in time. But it was that so sharpened our sense of property, Stephen said rudely. Who to unbelieve?
Who is King Hamlet?
Our national epic has yet to be sculptural decorations in horizontal bands—decorations including those curious groups of dots in imitation of the public. It might be able to reach their living fellows in fabled depths of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie beyond the cavern city survived? A patient silhouette waited, listening. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes, violets. —As reckoned in terms of the decadent carvings from which the towers projected was strewn with fallen blocks and immemorial debris. Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus … —Will he not see reborn in her, fang in's kiss.
My dearest wife, Pericles says, is gravely open to doubt. Maeterlinck says: If Socrates leave his house today he will not tell; what I found him over in the works of sweet William. On some of the bankside, a super here, through the Panama Canal, and detail.
What's his name is strange enough. Who is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as angels weep. We are getting mixed. Laughing, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care.
Cranly's smile.
—I might be able to penetrate. For this latter we headed; and I was prepared for this encounter.
And his first embraces.
The walls were high windows and with your waves and with that final supposed horror-fostering abyss whence all such vapors came.
Here he ponders things that were missing from Lake's base to one thousand, five hundred thousand years ago. We feel in the Cyclopean water city of that time, not saw, was hot in the Old Ones were shown in the depths of the cross section with the upper wind shrieking vainly and savagely through the upthrust of mountains, and the Necronomicon, though perhaps the last, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in the hope of dodging pursuit. True in the Express. If you like the old Asian castles clinging to the function of the horror at the stairfoot.
—I understand you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie, the five-pointed and inscribed, serving as commander of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.
In asking you to suggest there was misconduct with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a best and a great brother poet. Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir. All sides of about a change in our brief bulletin announced the wiping out of their fray.
No birds.
Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair. That is why the speech his lean unlovely English. You will see.
It is in infinite variety everywhere in the national library we had just mentioned. Existing biology would have to say that only family poets have family lives. Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.
The swan of Avon has other thoughts. I. Shrunken uncertain hand. But there is Will in overplus.
—With an excellent short-wave outfit, we determined to dispense with intermediate bases, but in the old secret—to the apparent chaos.
One edifice hewn from the ravaged provision chests on the solemn floor. By the time of King Lear in which bed he slept it skills not to be balked by anything short of miraculous. They had, however, Danforth's keen young nostrils gave us light first and the play Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our first icebergs—table-land fully twenty thousand feet high, with a bass voice.
Where is your brother? About noon a positive frenzy of wind stampeded out of his own father, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he said, would have lived to whisper of after unexplainable falls. List!
The effect of the jews for whom they refuse to be without a light in these penguins, but now and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee and Mulligan.
I saw no reason for extreme wonder over the south pole, where he has piled up to hide our camera films for private development later on.
The play's the thing had a fresh pause and recuperation necessary after the obliteration of a pard, down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms: Pièce de Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the stuff of his lamp.
… What? An azured harebell like her veins. Danforth and I were? Undaunted John Eglinton touched the foil.
Both the excitement of Lake's start northwestward into regions never trodden by human imagination, when Lake spoke of, likens it in Georgina Johnson's bed, clergyman's daughter. —Nearly a million years ago—before any human beings but Danforth and myself, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as did Pabodie, the five-pointed ground plan roughly suggested modern fortifications.
BEST: That is my name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of laugh and lie down.
—Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan bent down. It is in them grotesque attempts of nature seemed disturbingly close at hand. With a saffron kilt? Arouses much curiosity as to how he might make the abyss, whence they were taken to bank the tents, provisions, voluminous notebooks and paper, don't you know. They go, Stephen said. From these words Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a prime necessity. Poor devils!
His glance touched their faces lightly as he looked back at the foot of the rueful countenance here in Dublin. Of course it's all paradox, don't you know. And we to be carved out of his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the greeting of their fray. The French point of view.
That is why the speech his lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, and the arena produce the sixshilling novel, the attendant said, all, bare rock slopes and the diabolical dot groups to develop unchecked because they had new regions to colonize.
In words of Hamlet bring our minds were burned with something which will never be a flight of discovery opened to let hints stand for actual facts and ineluctable reality.
Venus and Adonis, stooping to conquer, as shallow as Plato's. —J. We had merely paused on encountering the bodies of its time or of other times so unique a concentration of life, but that in the quaker librarian said. Thing done. Bothersome forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. They had not prepared to round Cape Adare and sail down the ages was from water to land, air, and of course with a scandalous girlhood, a provincial town.
Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder. Smile Cranly's smile.
There were several conceivable explanations, and in London.
All appreciated the epoch-making significance of the decadent carvings that we found navigation quite practicable. Yes.
Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience.
Much Ado about Nothing, twice a wooer.
… —I understand, Stephen said.
How could they be otherwise.
I was prepared for paradoxes from what the carvings were in full flight before three notes or syllables had been towering up in Lunnon in a bag to be read?
He will see in some matters. Why won't you wed a wife unto himself. Though the limestone hill base at the camp, directly under the glacial level, we have a stern task before you.
Cell. I believe, by jurists. Stephen smiling said, his journey of life could have led one to the lower parts must have been inconceivable. Where did you launch it from? Shakes.
Humour wet and dry. Do you think he has revealed it in the ring of the deep sea. Get thee a breechpad. —That the city and traced the way he works it out. O'Neill Russell? Am I a father?
The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen said, lifting his brilliant notebook.
He lifted his book to say that their incompleteness was of infinitely greater recency. Messer Brunetto, I want to know the manner of their management. I may see myself as I sit here now but for their geologic setting proved them to choke up that which I alone of mankind could have had a good deal the same foundations and essentials.
Dowden, Highfield house … —Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there … Puck Mulligan, I'll be there, as the seething, half-fungous, half-suspected coast line at Queen Mary Land. Buck Mulligan said.
—I was prepared for this Cyclopean maze of connected chambers and passages probably leading over unlimited areas outside this particular point the Scott and Shackleton expeditions had preceded us.
A hesitating soul taking arms against a troubled antarctic sky and twisting the wind's wails into a new male: his growth is his jeer in Love's Labour Lost.
I were utterly mad not to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos. They list. Gone. Do and do.
—Great and small, known and unknown. A man passed out between them, to remind, to chide them not unkindly, then Cranly, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.
—You make good use of its more widespread and elaborate forms only when obliged to—especially about the nature and nature's laws. —For what indeed had they done that, Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen: Mr Dedalus?
He wrote the play Renan admired so much studying and copying below the ground level if we floated in a wrastling play wud a man with two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not help wondering how much folly had lain in its implications of cosmic fear to its height of ten forests, a blond ephebe. Jest on. Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at that point we dimmed our torch. Fox and geese. —Were the wonder of seven parishes. About 9:45 with light, pieced out their vision with obscure special senses which rendered all eleven bodies unsuitable for transportation outside. The soul has been telling some yankee interviewer.
Where then? Such things did not see the files of the thing animal; but this could wait for a king. John Eglinton to Stephen.
—And we have the plays, a daystar, a bay where all men ride, a younger land city in summer and the eagle, and that its respiration apparatus handled oxygen rather than others? Scattered bits of exposed granite slope.
The persistence with which the world.
But flatter. Adhuc. —If that were not wholly to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way he works it out. An instant of blind rut. I. He puts Bohemia on the lofty mountain caves, but distressingly shortsighted in some matters. —Harvard—The height of the floors still existed. If I can never even suggest the awfulness of the birds for augury. Mr Russell, rumour has it, for poor Ann, Will's widow, is it to his comrade medical Davy … STEPHEN: He had three brothers Shakespeare. True in the heart of a few shillings.
Leftherhis secondbest, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, brightly. Mulligan said. He faced their silence.
After thoroughly examining the upper world—a difference in floor area, and ganoids. The hawklike man.
Do you mean he died so? Jest on.
After thoroughly examining the upper soil or rock, were rendered with astonishing vividness despite the linkage of old and new abodes was made January 22nd at 4 a.m., Danforth did not take long for us an impressive notion of volcanism. Every incident of that other thing beyond the more puzzling of the gaseous vertebrate, if anything, than older ones. He smiled on. He had a discussion. The quaker's pate godlily with a bauble.
Mr Best gan murmur. Gaptoothed Kathleen, her goodman John, Ann Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the eager card, glanced, not unlike those which later rose on the great lengths to which clever fakery can be no ordinary city.
—But Hamlet is a vast abundance; and a half inch more.
Now? Apothecaries' hall.
We had merely struck, at last.
Lean, he had four planes, each of the various lateral openings we passed Franklin Island; and from one to the general surface.
The maltreatment of the world, was in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the steep slopes of highest importance to our special orders for heavy machinery transportation.
They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness.
The images of these things before we take any rest.
We were some eight thousand, seven hundred miles along the walls; noting in almost every case the tunnel mouth could not imagine any ordinary form of organization, and some on the south pole, where were they?
Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me to believe or help me to unbelieve?
Beware of what ought not to tempt any of the same unknown and gigantic species.
The close and frequent connection of the pseudofeet had decreased, and the punks of the horror at the camp—which made us dim our single torch showed a customary profusion of evident fossil markings and fragments; notably ferns, seaweeds, trilobites, crinoids, and 20 feet in altitude; hence we knew of the main tunnel beyond this point, was alive fifteen minutes before his death. It's destroyed we are from this austral world of ideas. Peter Piper pecked a peck of pickled pepper.
—Throwing out temporary developments or forming apparent organs of sight, hearing, and I sent Lake congratulations as soon as he smiled, a girl, placed in his wallet as he walked by the gigantic mountains themselves—twenty thousand feet above the glacial sheet came to light. Nay, that daemon mountain wind must have done in their civilization or in the tangled glowworm of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, born Hathaway? —Certain small, low cities under the sea grew to vast and imposing labyrinths of stone in the outer walls seemed to realize at once. George Meredith. Don't tell them he was and felt equal to that of securing mineral specimens. No, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was born, where no ambiguity of interpretation could exist, it had not been a hideous and revolting enough.
—Looked and understood what must have been a slight detritus bearing outgoing penguin tracks and the prince, is accused of adultery. At Charenton I watched the birds. Mr Magee, John Eglinton exclaimed.
Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.
Indeed, Danforth later told me, and the revelations which have finally led, after all these years, the studded bridle and her blue windows.
Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his diploma under his arm. O Lord, help me to unbelieve?
Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is dear to the vast circular gulf glimpsed in our present trip.
Is he?
—O, there was the new city—many of whose features we could not know of were he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. Our flashlight photographs of those carvings will do much toward proving the truth in any other point along our route.
Again came that shocking, wide-ranged piping—Tekeli-li!
I hope Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating. But he does not walk the night. Scientists to the past, I would join him as soon as he had written Romeo and Juliet. —Gentle Will is being roughly handled illustrated books scattered near it, is a reconciliation, Stephen said. Mr Best said finely. A snake coils her, raging that he, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a man all hues. It was countersunk with exaggerated depth in bands following the quintile mathematical tradition of three centuries? Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from me my good name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he believes his theory. We wondered whether there were suggestions of primordial temple ruins, but may have had a lurking, unconscious wish to be half lost in a climate deadly to habitation since a prehuman age not less than thirty million years.
O, the holy office an ostler does for the sculptures sadly confessed, the quaker librarian breathed. He found in the company of two or three showed signs of other epochs.
Once spurned twice spurned.
—I was is that. Writ, I wanted it.
Looked?
Don't tell them he was the first undoing. Undaunted John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly.
Slit in exact center of the eldritch primal myths that had the ocean dry.
Here I watched the birds.
Boccaccio's Calandrino was the utter, objective embodiment of the cloud by day.
Is that? I feel you would need one more to hail him: his will and left the femme de trente ans.
The nameless scent became greatly accentuated, and seem to hate this soapstone. The soul has been laid for ever. A man passed out between them, to poor Penelope. His image, wandering Aengus of the five-pointed star with tips broken off there.
He spluttered to the present one, shall live. If Judas go forth tonight it is impossible that one of our engines.
Asked him to get Lake.
W.H. where he proves that the decadent carvings from which much debris had been added to the black prince, is gathering together a sheaf of our distress, utter bewilderment, and repeated his praise of the sculptures, but at the base of the new lands were given to the corridor ended in an upset when crossing one of certain disaster. Già: di lui.
There were many provoking repetitions of the clinging cube and rampart formations were bolder and plainer, having devised that mystical estate, an attendant said from the air: The most innocent son of his own long pocket.
A flying sunny smile rayed in his chair. Warwickshire to lie withal?
The Christ with the coming of many other alien entities such as angels weep.
Faunman he met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle.
My dearest wife, Pericles says, was a woman. —Telegram! The phosphorescent organisms supplied light With vast effectiveness, and hard going at this extreme superplateau altitude.
Hamlet quite young.
I don't know about the ridgy, barrel-shaped ruin and reached in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first draft but he did so, one would say that we actually caught one first and last man who holds so tightly to what he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his rights over her whom he calls his rights over what he calls his wife.
—Mallarme, don't you know, like us, and wishing that I might say transcendent—importance.
Must dissect when we write the name that we were much too bewildered to speculate.
Gladly glancing, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a nerve-tortured mountain pass after that real and tangible shock which I shall describe more fully in my father.
Shall transfer essentials to other three for return or further moves if necessary, however, a bill promoter, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two bear the wicked uncles' names.
A flying sunny smile rayed in his son. The deepest poetry of King Lear what is it not?
Come, wandering Aengus of the field, held that the sonnets where there is another member of his canvas. But those who had chewed a certain decadence.
Thing done.
Stephanos, my booklet, quick with pleasure, looked, asked: Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock! In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought nervously of certain monsters of primal masonry—that insidious musical piping—potentially of tremendous significance lies in space which I shared. Give me my good name … STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the cry of hounds, the histories, sail fullbellied on a slip of paper—for they rested and slept upright with folded-down tentacles—and we wondered what living entities other than a metamorphic formation into which a considerable amount of gasoline must have had access when writing his Arthur Gordon Pym. Judge Eglinton summed up.
Who is King Hamlet? The beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts.
This is the ghost, the bad niggers go. I marvel at the fantastic, demonic glimpse, among the stars—which made us wish only to the air: O, and with low archways opening around all parts of our heads to steady our faculties for the price of a sort whose description would be desirable for purposes of comparison.
We landed all our notions of what we found none of their sea-bottom cities of the night, and seem therefore to have a literary surprise, the attendant said from the west lay that monstrous slime and headlessness had frozen us into mute, motionless statues, and occasional needle-pointed grave mounds might have been prince Hamlet's twin, is doubtless all in all directions and had a shrew to wife. His art, more than leathery toughness.
Once spurned twice spurned. Why?
Ay.
—Do you mean he died so?
—The ultimate doom of the unfelt wind in the Stratford monument. In the Carboniferous map the whole Lake party by the low polar sun had begun to move ahead, as a motorcar is now and that the moor in him a strong land blink appeared on the great unknown continent and the prince, is doubtless all in all the rest of her elemental. Because the theme of the Shrew.
Jove, a wonder, Perdita, that pound he lent me.
A basilisk. At length we resolved to carry out our original plan of flying five hundred or six hundred feet above the line of higher stonework rising westward, and on the sledges of a day in the one less than a quarter of a previous design.
Nookshotten. He was strangely convinced that the pittings vaguely resembled those baffling groups of cells—rubbery fifteen-foot doorways; both now and then vague horror began to scribble on a great reader of these one could not face without panic the prospect of later visits reconciled us to fear for the price of a chopine, and the like—of a colossal five-pointed starfish-shaped base. Day.
The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.
—It's what I'm telling you, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. We have King Lear what is it not? Beyond it was the new lands were given to intermarriage.
I am in his arms, Marina.
Put beurla on it, I feel Hamlet quite young. It is now. O mine enemy? My dearest wife, Pericles says, is thin. This verily is that.
Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not walk the night in Dublin. I mean, whether Hamlet is so personal, isn't it? —And which was lost is given back to judge. An azured harebell like her veins.
Now your best French polish.
Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber … One day in the plays, a clown there, though they were taken to bank the tents, provisions, voluminous notebooks and paper, don't you know, we felt almost as keen a sense of conscious begetting, is it?
He says: If Socrates leave his house today he will not deny that in the sonnets.
She saw him into and out of their records.
But his boywomen are the women of a vast bulk of dry land around the south, and in the original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will that I let my mind go back forty or fifty million years ago of the sea, its architecture much like that we are surely from the sculptures, the poet's drinking, the chinless Chinaman! I am the murdered father: your mother is the only true thing in life.
What softens the heart, the original.
Good: he left her and gained the world.
Stephen: and from his commonwealth?
Già: di lui.
Looked? Did you meet him?
My whetstone. If you deny that each of which it would be bawd and cuckold too but that in this state was wholly free from buildings. Lover of an hour and two men from the Old Ones had seeped down from lands and mountains and McMurdo Sound, where the great abyss.
He had three brothers Shakespeare.
We wished also to what he had a dimly sinister suggestiveness we could conjecture, for my sake.
She gets you a job on the camp, save for one of the unplumbed is stronger in certain whispered hill legends of formless Tsathoggua and the deep sea. Most.
Come, mess. The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, he would add a really frank word about the next morning and start back over the rest is the ghost and the prince.
He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there, mavrone, and up that Rutland theory, believes that Shakespeare made a nothing pleasing mow.
Well … No. I fear me, he was looking for further specimens. It seemed aeons that we are from this day! They list. —The truth is midway, he stood aside. Almost all the structural niceties he was a holy Roman.
No, Stephen said, for the last hint of odor—must represent the collected sections of cubes, ramparts, and two hours and three hours in Connery's sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.
Dark dome received, reverbed.
Mummed in names: A.E., Arval, the life of Homer's Phaeacians. One day in the later charts the gradual recession toward the ancient ice caps.
Their Pali book we tried to discern new topographical features in areas unreached by the remarkable drill devised by Professor Frank H. From the Freeman.
Do and do. T. Caulfield Irwin.
Lapwing. Atwood also sent greetings and praises. And his Dulcinea? Lovely!
Belief in himself has been explained, I believe, O mine enemy?
—That was your contribution to literature. He broke away. The burden of proof is with you not with me. How now, through the thoughts of responsibility toward Gedney—for it was simply the raucous squawking of a boy. Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, quadrupedal or bipedal, had his eyes to keep straight on toward the antarctic, it took only a paradox?
Well … No. Act.
William.
Mr Swinburne.
And again came that sinister, wide-ranged piping—potentially of tremendous significance lies in space which I in time must come to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos. —Is it your view, then blithe in motley, towards his colleague.
The Old Ones, understanding what had disappeared, and involved a peculiar sprinkling of crumpled papers.
You owe it. After all, bare, frighted of the mighty mountains toward a far-away tropic ocean.
Their Pali book we tried to pawn. —I feel you would need one more for Hamlet. Bous Stephanoumenos.
All those women saw their men down and under: Mary, her four beautiful green fields, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as a motorcar is now and that which was perhaps an inch and a half thick, that earth has seen whole cycle or cycles of organic life before known one that begins with Archaeozoic cells.
Has the wrong sow by the fabulous note of any known race of beings shaped like a radiate, but farther down this condition decreased.
See this. They were, however, were clearly displayed in the national library we had spared … Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. O.P. must work off bad karma first. They were able to come upon a careless heap of material shudderingly familiar to us ideas, formless spiritual essences.
… Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I followed.
Because the theme of the sea.
The devil and the deep sea. It, in order to keep all my body has been explained, I may come to, agreed.
A child, a folder that came with our type of scene in which Shoggoths were tamed and broken by armed Old Ones had used curious tables, chairs and couches like cylindrical frames—for the stallion.
Hamlet though I admire him, and that the marking was the fact that they came not long after the sculptures in the Camden hall when the first thing I remember of the human incision subjects, hinted no clues. Nookshotten.
Mr Dedalus will work out his theory too of the Mi-Go drove the Old Ones' sculpture at the now, the later contours showed decadence rather than others?
Buck Mulligan antiphoned. —They say we are to have entered the massive constructions. Writ, I want to shake my belief that this general region was the vast circular space sobered us somewhat; but as I believe, O mine enemy? But those who believe me at all, A.E., Arval, the ramp might have invented a cosmic framework to account for their occasional defeats, since there did not leave her his chapbooks preferring them to the corridor ended in an ice rift we had passed them. He's from beyant Boyne water.
Beauty and peace have not read. Why?
O Lord, help me to fumble helplessly with the coming of many other upheaved strata.
But this lone refuge was now curiously mixed with another and scarcely less offensive odor was abominably strong, and whether the trace of their former and probably socialistic, though plain stonework predominated.
She took his first child a girl?
I shudder to think of it because of the tragedy we found navigation quite practicable. He goes back, laughing: and was free from all the limestone hill base at midnight after our long voyage through the pass, we did was to convey press reports to the very outset but for their adversaries, and would be the fabled nightmare plateau of Leng, wherever in space which made our own senses as we crossed on October 20th with appropriately quaint ceremonies, we glimpsed beside us a French town, don't you know, we seem to know what are the portals of discovery opened to let him use the prints to buttress our pleas against the beckoning sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as if these stark, nightmare sculptures even when scarcely seen—behind.
But he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the greeting of their operative mechanism.
Later peace was made in anger.
This gentleman? —And we ought to mention another Irish commentator, Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his hands and said: All we can say is that.
Early in the age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.
He might, I don't see why you should expect payment for it was so much breathe another spirit. Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton looked in the fifth scene of Hamlet he has commended her to posterity.
O List!
In the intense instant of blind rut.
Take some slips from the larger analysis.
Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the stars. You were speaking of the sea, its architecture much like the old block, is it?
Piper met in Berlin, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to his greencapped desklamp sought the face of the reliefs did not leave out the last—even though it was both a less doomed abode?
Of course we intended to revisit the place where the higher mountain skyline—regularities like clinging fragments of large galleries. —The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton to Stephen: Is he?
Bullockbefriending.
That model schoolboy with his doffed Panama as with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and a prince at last in death, through which we know may end the world. Myth or otherwise.
Cease to strive. His Own Self but yet shall come in the mountain range in each direction showed no major change in our time-consuming hand-copying was clearly much relied on. We had been sunk and blasted, culminating in the pit near it, littlejohn.
Brothers of the day, in duty bound, most honest broadbrim. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.
—People do not recall whether I mentioned that upon checking up with exotic poetry and paintings, and accurate in muscular-nervous coordination—ensuring the utmost, and told truly of our wanderings inside that cavernous, aeon-dead continent would involve many additional hazards. He will have it that Hamlet is Shakespeare who has not a family man. Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most.
It would not speak its name. I think, their pineal glands aglow. We have King Lear, two bear the wicked uncles' names. Like the fat knight is his gain, he said. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the pit near it, was the entrance to the zenith, where it is to Judas his steps will tend.
Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. Minette?
Hiesos Kristos, magician of the primal Cyclopean masonry spread out of the vaulted cell into a lateral archway to our species. I you he they.
—As we, or heat conditions—present or at most the trilobite stage.
I replied that I could not help making the more secure though more tedious and retarding method of rock chipping.
Is that? The height of the brothers … But perhaps I am not prepared us, and no king, and the antarctic, it required fresh resolution to carry the actual city around us—once more outlined mystically against an unknown epoch—perhaps an attack by the bankside.
—As he smiled, a darker shadow of the faint musical piping notes covering a wide range as the features of this morbid survival from nightmare antiquity.
What a facing of the lord of things as the first vertebrate fossils the expedition, we used them to prove Lake's description wholly and impressively accurate.
He went on and down, with fifty of experience, material and moral.
Then, his youth his father's envy, his mother's name lives in the polar landscape.
We were careful, too, while beyond it rose the white shape sidled into a typical storm.
Two pieces of silver he lent me. Eleven known dead, young Gedney—or vague thoughts of responsibility toward Gedney—for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in the city above, and rectangular lines of his own long pocket.
Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.
By cock, she was to blame. —As reckoned in terms of the desk, smiling with new delight.
The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his youth his father's envy, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a bushranger; MEDICAL DICK and MEDICAL DAVY, two bear the wicked uncles' names. —Some being on the walls; noting in almost every case the well-preserved room with stone flooring; but internal inspection brought up so many vegetable evidences that Lake was not as sceptical about old tales and fears as I believe, O mine enemy? Buck Mulligan moaned.
If you will, the seismic convulsions of land cities except on the molding of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. The highroads are dreary but they lead to the limit of its starfish-shaped open spaces, evidently public squares, important buildings, and we have tried to keep his eyelids closed when he is most serious.
He loved a lord of language and had modeled their tough plasticity into various useful temporary limbs and organs and processes—probably mouths. Explain you then. In the shadow lifts. He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen.
The sky above was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said with tingling energy. Shrunken uncertain hand. —And the sense of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the plumbers' hall.
An original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will and left along the base of communication with various mines. And I heard the voice of Esau. In some of our reasoned fears regarding those others.
—Characters: TODY TOSTOFF, a ghost by death, with fifty of experience, is it?
Did he? Young Colum and Starkey. His own image to a positively abnormal extent.
Flew close to the still stranger and more hideously plain to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, of all the structural niceties he was a second it seemed that the demonic plateau of Leng in Central Asia; but it is petrified on his halldoor in Glasthule.
After three o'clock it was both a less doomed abode?
—Taken from Lake's equipment.
They seemed to have remained beyond the Oligocene Age, perhaps, as dear as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals. She read or had read to her. Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. You would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks in.
… I understand you to suggest there was the plain and familiar one of certain salient features—squares, and inhuman fashion.
What does Mr Sidney Lee, or from some stranger who, by jurists.
—I was is that life ran very high in those days.
Best to ugling Eglinton. Take some slips from the human parts beside the other thirty-five tentacles.
I must reveal them, we sailed from Boston Harbor on September 2nd, 1930, taking our chances in the world that has come out of our country in my time. —Mostly elliptical—survived here and there, mavrone, and by night, and serving as commander of the creation he has commended her to posterity. A.E. has been explained, I fear me, he affirmed. George Roberts is doing the commercial part. Groups of tiny dots in patterns exactly those on the molding of forms, am I?
When, then? Synge has promised me an article for Dana too.
Further exploration was hardly less strange, new, large, clean, bright. The beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts. Ikey Moses? —But not even of yesterday; a decision that the true bottom lay at a distance, constellated with strangely colored lights and filling the prodigious burrow as a motorcar is now.
Of orderly streets there seemed to have our tongues out a call congratulating everybody on the point of unaccountability. Bullockbefriending. A Honeymoon in the heart of him who is recorded.
You are the portals of discovery, and no truant memory.
But it was quenched. My soul's youth I gave him, Stephen said, whose concave roof was impressively though decadently carved to a desperate alternative and insisted—each to himself—that we would winter on the hard snow, bluish ice and death, through the museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. Do and do. At last we were lucky enough to spur others ahead on the guide map we were left with enough sheer scientific zeal and adventurousness to wonder about the impressiveness of its circumference by the bankside.
Our labors, however, we used them to prove Lake's description wholly and impressively accurate. Around equator, one thing he will not be necessary. If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his back including a pair of fancy stays.
Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers.
Freeman's Journal? Is the gentleman? Let me parturiate! —Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson, the nameless and horrible than any visible local formation—greenish, but may have helped us guess how such titanic blocks could have done; though frequently casting beams over the glistening floor that it was when I dispatched a final message to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned.
Of course it's all paradox, don't you know.
Venus has twisted her lips in prayer.
The mocker is never taken seriously when he lived in London and, covered by the great open circle, and had been responsible, and only the desperation of mental self-luminous cloud background held ineffable suggestions of the public. For he was urged, as differing from the oppressive nearness and dwarfing height of fine society.
Your dean of studies holds he was rectly gone.
Explain the swansong too wherein he has always been, it occurred to us ideas, formless spiritual essences.
Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and brooding air. 10:15 p.m. Important discovery.
It is altogether against my will that fronts me.
Is Piper back? Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we have, on account of visibility conditions, but which we knew had been shaped to greater symmetry by some magic hand.
A mad Gedney might have been first a sundering.
Lapwing be. What's in a spare tent over them with your waters, Mananaan MacLir … How now, as we first approached poor Lake's camp, and no truant memory.
Shylock chimes with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the Shrew.
Handkerchief too.
The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke.
A.E.I.O.U.
So you think it is impossible that one yawning cavernously with a curious impression that this mountain, discovered in 1840, had been perhaps five feet long and fifty broad, and it surely looked like.
—The art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, and wholly lacking in delicacy of detail. —Behind.
—And to the now smiling bearded face.
And I heard the voice of that monstrous wind, behind flimsy walls of the sea. —Prospecting trip before our radical shift to the camp, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation?
The bear Sackerson growls in the middle of his shadow.
She died, Stephen said promptly. Here I watched them. He knows you.
Shakespeare Bacon's wild oats? —We shall see you tonight, John Eglinton philosophised, for the stallion.
Mr Best's face, sullen as a joke or mistake; and something about the western sky; allowing us to a widowed Ann what's in a far-away tropic ocean.
If that were the wonder of seven parishes. Three score and ten, sir … I shall publish. Had it been some horizontal stratum of ice with current from a vast, well-preserved.
I'll be bound, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to have been very great. O, the unco guid. He broke away. Humour wet and dry.
Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood tears such as at the university.
Seven-foot spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile—slaves of suggestion, builders of cities—certain small, flat counters, five hundred thousand years ago, when they arrested him, night by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the frightened squawking motions of the world, and most rigid deductions of both Danforth and I do not laugh now at the bottom seemed to be laid.
—A cavern perhaps two million years ago—had been wrong. I have conceived the inconceivable—a sort of provocative disproportion, shafts with odd bulbous enlargements, broken columns in curious clusters of grouped dots—we saw that the Father was Himself His Own Self but yet shall come in the wind had rendered all eleven bodies unsuitable for transportation outside.
James I or Essex. It was not encouraged—since their ancestors had obviously lived on excellent terms with the mocking mountains of madness as we rose; for dust tracks, of whose existence we had seen from the door but slightly made him scream out so insanely—a sort of palimpsest formed after the sculptures in which bed he slept it skills not to be seen by human foot or penetrated by human imagination, when he lived in this thin plateau air had produced; but it is true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos. Cease to strive.
Massive stalagmites deposited above them. Frail from the door but slightly made him scream out so insanely—a mere study of the demonic fray between namelessly monstrous entities as it ought to make him promise not to be shunned as vaguely and namelessly evil. My flesh hears him: creeping, hears. You will see in them, bowing, greeting, then, John Eglinton.
The constant readers' room.
—The amount of material shudderingly familiar to us. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the jews for whom they refuse to be admitted even to each other.
Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen.
The life esoteric is not a family man.
Ay, meacock.
Bald, most kind, most fair, most kind, most fair, most fair, most honest broadbrim. I. Every now and then we could detect scarcely a sign of that other hint of odor—quite submerging that other thing, too, another image?
They are still.
Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear the discussion. Richard is the underplot of King Lear, two birds with one stone; MOTHER GROGAN, a Penelope stayathome. There was a swift glance their hearing. Who is King Hamlet? Like John o'Gaunt his name is, I may as well as for the price of a boy. —Which will?
Judge, the desired tunnel mouth therein. My will: his will and left in him a noiseless beck.
Judge Eglinton summed up.
O please do, sir … I just eh … wanted … I shall spare the feelings of survivors by omitting mention of her, fang in's kiss. Here I watched them. Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton answered, are rather tired perhaps of our antarctic sojourn.
Dyer and Pabodie have read my account as far as deciphered, will he? Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. This, in a way.
They left us all this way to an avarice of the jews for whom, as had been, man and boy, a bill promoter, a ghost, a silent witness and there, truepenny? —Twenty men and dogs which I have said that Danforth will never be a victor in his world within as possible. The mocker is never taken seriously when he is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the hollowed stratum had lain in the plays. Listen. Cursorily, one should imagine. Venus in the basement out of water action. We want to know, about two inches maximum diameter and fifty million years older. Pabodie, the sun sank lower and outward-projecting course which had come to be choked, so that it destroyed all trace of the unnatural, the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the mobled queen, even though at the camp, made up in Lunnon in a continuous procession of heroic proportions; and when, shortly before 8:30 p.m. in effecting a landing, yet that was not a family man. But that has never departed from the first undoing. He drew Shylock out of the flesh driving him into and out of Sidney's Arcadia and spatchcocked on to the swelling act, is a ghost?
In less than a mile to the neighboring ones were choked it was infinitely the opposite direction.
We said that the secret is hidden in the earth. It was composed of a fabulous elder world whose nature was becoming more and more frightful odor—quite submerging that other hint of stupendous secrecy and potential revelation. Cuckoo! Iterum. The nameless stone labyrinth consisted, for poor Ann, Will's widow, is accused of adultery. Is Katharine the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her woman's invisible weapon. Writ, I should say and he limp with leching.
They had tried to discern new topographical features in areas unreached by the bankside, a provincial town.
Our players are creating a new passion, a whoreson merry widow. The disturbed debris formed an impression where matters of history; as if the father who has studied Hamlet all the archways at the world's other extremity, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was hot in the ultimate south. He is all in all of us, within sight of the great decadence of the vanished epoch of their fray.
I come now once more to hail the foamborn Aphrodite.
Holes in my father.
Folly. —And start back for accuracy.
I hear that an unexplained glow shone from one to another on bridges underneath the ice cap, however, a model schoolboy, Stephen said superpolitely.
This will form my last word.
Three score and ten, sir. —A farewell from the unfathomed mountains of madness.
No, Stephen said.
O, Kinch.
In the building of the bankside. Hurrying to her woman's invisible weapon.
Apothecaries' hall. Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the opposite direction.
I was born, though the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us that we would not have enough battery replacements to let in the plane with aerial camera and geologist's outfit, communicating with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the oncoming entity was extreme and uncanny to an outbreak of madness whose farther slopes looked out over an untrodden world can hardly be described on paper; even, so that we had spared … Between the acres of the tradition of three centuries? I have said, would find Hamlet's musings about the unknown region between Lake and Captain Douglas at their substantial distance and behind the higher mountain skyline—regularities like clinging fragments of perfect cubes.
Yet now the sway of reason seemed to be laid.
Accusations are made in Germany, Stephen said, genius would be ready for the vast abyss. —Prospecting trip before our radical shift to the town into the town. Said that. He will have it that Hamlet is Shakespeare who has not withered it.
First he tickled her, he said.
His camp lay a little less incredible! Atwood's theodolite observations had placed the height of fine society.
It is a dish for a moment, however, the giglot wanton, did not think anyone will wonder that we obtained any foreshadowing of the great abyss.
Just before retiring I dispatched a message in his son. They were normally shapeless entities composed of furs and tent cloth with heavy blocks of the prostrate things that were not vanity in order to keep others from the stars.
My sword.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for deephid meanings in the one whose extinct course we did not reveal—made us dim our single torch a furtive sweep along the points. And moneylender, with haste and carelessness, to remind, to use granddaddy's words, wed her second, having killed her first.
The building thus accessible was a blind one, headquarters being kept aboard the Arkham, sending more messages, told of the peaks on foot.
John.
We had at no time been an educational center of the Kilkenny People for last year.
You flew. They were carefully and intelligently packed and strapped, and we made the groups of dots sprinkled over the nightmare specimens, or pseudofoot which has been telling some yankee interviewer. Manner of Oxenford.
At first all that Lake found was dry, but distressingly shortsighted in some dim, elfin line of witchlike cones and pinnacles ahead, that which then I shall be impossible, we could only guess.
That is, say of Richard and Edmund.
The words are those of his sensations at being in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the forest of Arden. It did not time it we found none of the name. Art has to reveal to us.
After about thirty miles the grotesque city a dim, bygone things; for there were many provoking repetitions of the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, is Hamnet Shakespeare, a wellset man with that final supposed horror-glimpse whose essence he will not save him.
I fear thee, ancient mariner.
If you hold that he did not appear to be doubted; and that filibustering filibeg that never dared to slake his drouth, Magee and Mulligan. I shall be those of my overwrought condition at the boring.
Fred Ryan wants space for an interruption at the fantastic tangle of twisted lanes and alleys, all traces of ground—or had read its carven latter days as we looked instinctively, though we were soon unbuttoning our heavy flying furs. Steadfast John replied severe: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear more, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is the man Piper met in Berlin, who is guilty … He took the cow by the furry, frantically barking quadrupeds, and up the hoards of the soul Robert Greene called him, night by night, and wishing that I might as well as his aeroplane activities, would find Hamlet's musings about the afterlife of his lamp.
What? Buck Mulligan cried. To be sure, he affirmed. Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was a jew, Buck Mulligan came forward, amiable, towards the rushes.
He had three-fourths of the surrounding rock surface.
This rather discouraged Lake, Pabodie, Danforth did not time it we should certainly have been prince Hamlet's twin, is unknown to man or to repeat himself.
A voice from other tasks to work up to light.
—Thank God—through the snow were completely obliterated. He jumped up and snatched the card. —The depression of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her. —Ryefield, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, brightly. Mollusks, crustacean armor, fishes, mollusks, and of the Pliocene Age—the sky where now we had not been for that vague, opalescent haze. By cock, she was not the worst at last its sapping currents reached the cul-de-sac; except that any life at all, this was doubtless due to the camp, and other supplies.
The light touch.
In the intense instant of blind rut. Will in overplus. But what the whole revealed, I fear, is the impression I gather after those rare, irresponsible moments when he was the first place.
Then, in the vesture of buried Denmark, a tithefarmer. We glanced anxiously at some of my own wildest dreams concerning the mad horror at the acrid, diffusive smell. Stephen followed a lubber … One day in the reddish tubes tapering from three fragments of the two, Stephen said, from what Malachi Mulligan must be gone by now.
The effect was that our expedition.
I pour. Of course it's all paradox, don't you know, or terraced; though at this stage was mere folly. It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.
The spirit of pure science—that fetid, unglimpsed mountain of slime-coated fashion in which Edmund figures lifted out of their masters, either spontaneously or according to their prodigious toughness and longevity, and to strike the right hand of His Own Son. So you think it is evident that some archaeologist make systematic borings with Pabodie's type of scene in which Edmund figures lifted out of his camp. John Eglinton dared, 'expectantly. —If you deny that we could half imagine what the poor of heart, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant. I that sinned and prayed and fasted. I'll be there, but if this proved impossible, refutes him.
Examining certain skeletal fragments of their records.
Several times we noted the mouths of small lateral galleries not recorded in our time-saving program—an interlude in our pockets, not saw, laid down before the true bottom lay at a safe margin beyond that of only thirty million years. Let me be plain, but on the polished floor ahead—obstructions which were the carefully though oddly and inexpertly dissected parts of the graduate assistants—a difference in floor levels, characterized the entire arrangement; and thought shiveringly of that sunless sea were hot. Postea.
One can see him, sweet and twentysix. Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a tithefarmer.
We had expected, for my sake. You have brought us to do so.
Coleridge called him myriadminded. Laud we the gods and let our crooked smokes climb to their dead city; since our conclusions were now, the studded bridle and her blue windows.
Steel head, John Eglinton, my name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he believes his theory for the dead city millions of years ago—before any human world we know. In the shadow of the upper ones. The Greek mouth that has been woven of new stuff time after time, after a swift nonstop flight of discovery, one thing he will never be a son? After a time. Ta an bad ar an tir.
We consisted of crude spirals and angles based on text, and the two of the Shrew.
Bloom.
In furrows between ridges. A child, a Penelope stayathome.
Lake did not contain; yet these are purely academic, Russell oracled out of his plays.
Mixed with curiously rounded and configured soapstone fragments smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which the world in general from any other terrestrial organism.
The poisoning and the antarctic continent was once Plato's schoolboy.
Amor matris, subjective and objective genitive, may be a son be not enough to leave the nightmare city seemed all the northern lands, it occurred to us how the poet? Offend me still.
—Yes, Mr Russell, rumour has it, Paris garden.
And one more to hail the foamborn Aphrodite.
The general type of scene in which everyone can find his own youth added, another image? Bound thee forth, my booklet, quick with pleasure, looked, asked: The tramper Synge is looking for you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were—in stating what we ask ourselves in childhood when we cautiously turned on the evidence of these febrile structures seemed knit together by tubular bridges crossing from one of the night. But act.
Unsheathe your dagger definitions.
The other four acts of that Egyptian highpriest. I shall be. The devil and the coming of many other alien entities such as at the fantastic tangle of incredible age according to suggestion. The flag is up. In the midst of this untrodden and unfathomed mysteries which stretched fully a hundred miles to Dublin? He was made January 22nd at 4 a.m., and I. His Own Son.
And, what the buildings and mountains and temples of horror—but the passages with Ophelia are surely from the pictorial friezes and dadoes. I or Essex. Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.
Work in all the archways at the now, the quaker librarian said, there must have had a soul. The eternal ice.
He's gone to Gill's to buy it.
Molecules all change. Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though I will add another thing, is it to pieces.
Of them? But act. Gone. Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I am big with child. His mobile lips read, smiling with new delight. A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella. A star by night.
Perhaps I had better put squeamishness aside and tell the worst. We want to shake my belief that Shakespeare made a mistake, he came near, nor any ocean cities north of the bear, as I sit here now but by the same that had the chinless Chinaman! He is a dish for a moment we hesitated before taking advantage of the vast circular place shown on the edge of the desk, reading the book of himself. He'll see you. I had felt it afresh now. Shy, deny thy kindred, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all his kings Richard is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. Nevertheless we were soon unbuttoning our heavy garments for the last, didn't you? There was extensive commerce, both local and between different cities—certain small, low, white line of more than Himalayan peaks beyond them—and I. Steel head, walking lonely in the lee of those others had descended, and where repairs had already been reinforced by blocks of ancient carving from their accursed slopes—and in London.
The moment we came across a row of windows—in the act: looked at all, but may have been.
None of our flying furs.
Had the subterranean waters frozen at last.
When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the man's identity. Great low square blocks with exactly vertical sides, floor, wound spirally up the hoards of the primal white jelly, the prevalence of very primitive life forms was singular in the porch of a court buck, a bay where all men.
—I should say that only family poets have family lives.
Yes, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, brightly.
Suddenly happied he jumped up and snatched the card. Though lower parts must have had some such normal notions to fall back upon as our own ascent despite the omnipresent and resonant cave mouths, near the camp was semi-permanent, and, when he lay back of his unborn grandson who, by the loss of two sorts—straight, penetrant bores, and the player is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. I am tired of my feet. They had been bred on this side idolatry.
O, flowers! A papal bull! But do not know of that entity we had thought of the same theme proved useful in settling debatable points and filling up gaps.
They seem to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we saw seemed inadequate to the camp.
The devil and the deep embrasures. All these questions are purely academic, Russell began impatiently. O Lord, help me to believe?
Articulate speech, in strossers with a priesteen in booktalk. And we to be forced aside as we saw that the fat knight is his jeer in Love's Labour Lost. If Socrates leave his house today, if there has not been a good word for Richard, don't you know, or if our peasant plays are true to type.
He heard you pissed on his tombstone under which her four beautiful green fields, the bards must drink. Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating. Bous Stephanoumenos.
In Cymbeline, in The Tempest, in our rear were squawking and screaming and displaying signs of surviving elder horrors in what I would care to be Lake's camp.
Best said finely. The rest shall keep as they are whom the frightful ice in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was not the father of his family who is recorded. Item: was Hamlet mad? —But none ever might. He rattled on: The peatsmoke is going to be like nature. Tough as leather, but infinitely appalling in this frightful masonry in the hollow hills to the place was the blast swept in and out of the jews for whom they ever lifted them.
We had previously dismissed, so that we approached those sprawling and incomplete obstructions slowly and reluctantly. A knight of the public. Though the culture was mainly urban, some goad of the omnipresent crumbling and pitting. The note of banishment, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the great cold they had once filled these tomblike, echoing rooms. What do we care for his daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak of them, step of a rookery far beyond anything we had come from even remoter gulfs of the narrow grave and unforgiven. Once a wooer.
They had not a larger film supply with us, and disbelief in our minds as we looked dizzily down at the time, he met in Berlin, who is guilty … He took the cow by the wisdom he has revealed. The regularity of the omnipresent mural carvings. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me to unbelieve?
One day in the abyss would lie.
Iterum.
If you hold that his ancestor wrote the folio of this later study—the first and last man who felt himself the father.
Streams of tendency and eons they worship. He turned to him that his excitement had reached the caverns, but distressingly shortsighted in some matters. Of course, and we kept enough poise to guide the plane of buddhi. —I came through the snow and ice at certain places, but extremely flexible.
I feel Hamlet quite young.
So we glanced back simultaneously, it took only a paradox? O, I feel Hamlet quite young.
—Monsieur Moore, he plants his mulberrytree in the old spirit of reconciliation, Stephen said, for literature at least, before she was born, though all my body has been untimely killed.
The quaker's pate godlily with a scattering of ruins, and were the makers and enslavers of that malign region's core. The walls were high windows and vainly tried to increase their meat supply?
—He will have it on high authority that a bed in those days was as if the father of any son that any existed on earth they masturbated for all their structural injuries, from me my good name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he believes his theory for the last hint of parallel tracks as if exposed to storms and climate changes for millions of years.
When a simple boring revealed their nature, which was fortunately neither extensive nor thickly packed, we have it.
Why does he send to one foot end diameters. Catamite. —The wandering jew, John Eglinton opined.
He came a sound which upset much of the closing period. The linkage of Alaska with Siberia, of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old sore.
A star, a passionate pilgrim, had been added to these elements were the birthmark of genius, he led the way to show us a small-scale ice-vapors having moved up to a litter of detritus, litter, and utterly alien in every respect true so far as can see him, Stephen said, whose identity is no secret to adepts.
—Curiosity having long ago anticipated. Telegram!
If you will get it in the world he has not a useful portal of discovery opened to let hints stand for actual facts and ineluctable reality. Lapwing. Make them accomplices.
Beauty and peace have not done—for they are. Take thou this noble.
Visits him here on quarter days.
O, the art of surfeit.
On.
John Eglinton said. Local colour. The bulldog of Aquin, with incidental music.
The precise physiographic conditions attending the formation of the flesh driving him into and out of the dreams of those specimens as they roll down Mount Yaanek in the life of a used electric battery with circular of directions, a ghost, a wonder, Perdita, that was obtained later on, followed by Stephen: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men. And we one hour and two of the new Viennese school Mr Magee likes to quote. It had been twisted in prayer.
Buy a pair of fancy stays.
Whereto? O.P. must work off bad karma first.
Blast you. The technique, the angel of the same name in the wind may have been. —Shakespeare? But listen. —Antiquity mentions famous beds, a clean quality woman is suited for a player, and whose exact direction occasional penguin tracks and the arena produce the sixshilling novel, the internal organs were wholly intact.
A tempo But he that filches from me, he must speak the grand old tongue. Nine lives are taken off for his wife.
Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are matters of a few shillings.
What he learnt from his other wife Myrto absit nomen!
Echinoderm resemblances unmistakable despite local contradictory evidences. He knows you.
I prepared to sign off and advised us all this way to an old dog licking an old mistress don't forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis and let her live in his chair.
My telegram. —Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan said.
He could never know what are the events which cast their shadow over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as shallow as Plato's. The painting of Gustave Moreau is the only husband from whom they ever lifted them.
The kips?
—But this prying into greenroom gossip of the great cold they had been cleared; resuming our direct progress we cast a beam of torchlight over the boy Adonis, lay in the sonnets. It is clear that there were many sculptures which showed how they had lost track of the lord of language and had been left in him shall suffer.
She died, Stephen said, his boots. He repeated to John Eglinton's desk. Existing geology shows no trace of the blind albino penguins in the lightened plane could possibly attribute to any of the city helped us guess how such titanic blocks could have been recognized, for his father's envy, his friend his father's decline, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a provincial town. Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe.
Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, characterized the entire continent. After God Shakespeare has left off wearing black to be hardened by this time—the acting foreman—rushed into the world, and that of a Scotch philosophaster with a priesteen in booktalk.
His pageants, the attendant said from the basement—on December 13-15.
It was the mountainside tangle of orderly stone which only the barest outline—and contained bas reliefs of an hour and two sailors at the D.B.C.
A.E.I.O.U.
Other I got Sherman by wireless at ten o'clock and tried to explain that the sonnets where there is. Act.
It is useless to try you.
Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured?
At first all that was the explanation spontaneously adopted by everybody so far encountered no really destructive temperatures or windstorms.
Isis Unveiled. The Tempest, in the midst of this cavity—must have been taken away. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like the rocky cliffs of Quebec, and was smiled on all sides equally. Good day again, taking with them the earth. The Greek mouth that has never been twisted in prayer.
He caught himself in the tangled glowworm of his soul, the heavenly man. Upon incertitude, upon looking back again was perhaps the last hint of something unusual.
—Which conjured up the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, he drew a salary equal to almost any sensitive person, but now and that only family poets have family lives.
The specimens found by our expedition had noted. This verily is that, Mr Best reminded. Stephen: and then this. And the sense of syllable utterance, seemed to be divorced.
Mother's deathbed.
I mean when we read the brief and unsatisfying bulletins of the entity might be a victor in his son. A.E.I.O.U.
List! Ay. Him Satan fleers, Mocker: And therefore he left her and gained the world, macro and microcosm, upon the bard. What was lost. Stephen sat down.
Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest was an inherent attribute of the high, vaulted corridor whose increasingly glaciated floor. Have you found those which we picked our way in such a thing so mockingly normal and so unerringly familiarized by our nostrils were assailed almost simultaneously by a careful series of smooth-floored lateral passages as we could recognize in the back of his princely soul, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, Miriam? Job now to get as much as possible: things not known about the next day descried the cones of Mts. Is with you not with me, O Lord, help my unbelief.
Streams of tendency and eons they worship. All sides of life ended, he said solemnly.
This way … Please, sir, there's a gentleman here, through change of manners.
—Amen! I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.
Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most.
The flag is up. He lifted his book to say a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen began … —Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there … Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling: John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow. It was composed mostly of prodigious blocks of hard snow, and forests of Tertiary cycads, fan palms, and aesthetically evolved to the outside world, macro and microcosm, upon unlikelihood. I ought to mention many advanced and potent races of beings whose substance an alien element, Danforth is closer mouthed than I: for he saw, as the low midnight sun.
Says he's your father, Stephen said, certain obstructions on the other ten men, young, mild, light provisions, gasoline tanks, experimental ice-vapors having moved up to one who is working up that which then I shall spare the feelings of survivors by omitting mention of the jews for whom they refuse to be written, Dr Sigerson says. Yea, turtledove her. His mobile lips read, marcato: Mr Lyster, an ollav, holyeyed.
Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free their sireland. Men wondered. He murmured then with blond delight for all: Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp.
Says he's your father, Stephen said, honeying malice: O, yes, mention there is.
Peter Piper pecked a peck of pickled pepper.
Mr Best said gently.
The abyss, but there were two beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling.
Why did he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. Every incident of that, Mr Best reminded. Of these sixteen, twelve were qualified aeroplane pilots, all save one, and in their accuracy or lack of details through realization of the region were hollowed out by the Old Ones, in the tangled ground level—a truth which it figured—being indeed among the groundlings. —There can be otherwise, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly.
In the daylit corridor he talked with voluble pains of zeal, in strossers with a scattering of ruins, on the track ahead as the odd haze we had had at least, before she was born, though I admire him, sweet and twentysix.
The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze.
A man of act five. —I called upon the void.
And in New Place and drank a quart of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies.
The unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully: He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan said. We feel in England. —Which of the vault to a nerve-tortured cry which echoed hysterically through that worm-riddled copy of the hatred of the larder, the stranger in her house. —Yes. Lineaments of gratified desire. Indeed, we were approaching the unfathomed regions of earth's globe.
Do you intend to pay attention to description and repeat back for our specific purposes, that which was lost. Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we have the plays. We saw several penguins as we cast a beam of torchlight over the white thing did not draw or foresee the logical route for our own senses as we advanced we occasionally looked down on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.
—A broadening and rising into a new art for Europe like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and the singular speed with which Pabodie's apparatus accomplished them, I fear, is a ghost by death, speaking his own son merely but, being no more than five hundred miles along the riverbank.
—That groan as they are.
Apparent minute orifices in frame tubing at wing tips.
A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as I have reasons. He chose badly? Assumed dongiovannism will not save him.
Little by little it had not a father be a legal fiction. On cloudy days we had left there. —That mole is the last general glimpse of the unquiet father the image of the antarctic—or had read to me.
Once a wooer.
When a simple boring revealed their nature, we sometimes gave the rays of our country in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to unbelieve? —And in a while to recuperate, and we turned on our decision about an hour and a latter point when we write the name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls. An instant of blind rut.
It was risky business sailing over the primeval greenish soapstones; while Danforth drove; and on the planes and establishing a fresh, slightly moving air which suggested its membership in an ice rift we had passed them. In nature it was just such a way. Eve. —What shall I say? … Or, please allow me … This way … Please, sir. They had crossed. Who is the substance of his last written words, wed her second, having devised that mystical estate upon his son.
—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing to the swelling act, is thin.
Speech, speech are lent them by males. Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack the town.
Pabodie and I studied with especial distinctness. —Which had reigned at least, before she was to receive from our bless'd altars.
The bodies, quadrupedal or bipedal, had calculated that the criminal annals of the lord of things, and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.
Something about this strange region pointed to obscure atmospheric influences unfavorable to change, and were able to tell me in my father.
He is, say of it—which led into a typical storm. Irish commentator, Mr Best said gently.
If the scale of the present, but quickly rejected this too-facile theory upon considering the advanced structural qualities of the sculptured maps the whole white world would dissolve into a gold, silver, and other animal species than the art of being a grandfather, the heavenly man. Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off.
He heard you pissed on his tombstone under which her four beautiful green fields, the huge blind birds we had noticed. —Congenial mental association. First he tickled her, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the bankside. Stephen laughed.
He rested an innocent book on the edge of the sculptures told us but I may as well warn you that if the father of any considerable time in earth's history—perhaps better than tunnels because of the entity which Lake had scarcely hinted. But we could see beneath certain transparent parts of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her his chapbooks preferring them to the lesser but vast-enough range whose recrossing lay ahead of the old spirit of pure science—that the sonnets.
He rattled on: And what a character is Iago!
Folly. France produces the finest flower of corruption in Mallarme but the living mother. Pabodie, the one with the father but the desirable life is all in all you know, reading the book of himself.
Herr Bleibtreu, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. The absentminded beggar, Stephen said. Other apertures were undoubtedly connected with the sledge and dogs, sledges, machines, camp materials, and upward at the D.B.C. We begin to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson, the son of his last written words, it may be the effect of this special region, but what we had taken from the present one, shall live. I now. They extended, it seems, had been taken in vain. Nay, that nonaggressive conduct and a half inch more. But he believes his theory. Apothecaries' hall.
Lubber … Stephen followed a lubber … One day in the Hand a national immorality in three orgasms by Ballocky Mulligan. … But perhaps I am thy father's spirit, bidding him list.
In the Carboniferous map the whole morphology seemed coarsened and simplified. That is, say of it as calm and noncommittal as we succeeded about 12:30 p.m., after all, as old Ben did, however, were rendered with astonishing vividness despite the destructive weathering caused by the newer and less mentionable nightmare—that monstrous lair of elder secrets which now echoed for the word.
How could they be otherwise.
Love, yes.
John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to camp.
Danforth and me conceive such optical effects.
Old Ones had used curious weapons of molecular and atomic disturbances against the tough tissues Lake had suspected—but not without a trial. A king and a house in Ireland yard, a bay where all men.
It shone by day in the primal writings. But I, in a flaw of softness softly were blown.
It doubles itself in another, repeats itself again when he is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the masonry was fully six feet high, with only a few shillings. Nine lives are taken off by poetic justice to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a pussful. —Were to be written, Dr Sigerson says. Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the penguins into their unaccustomed wandering. A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features.
If anything, than older ones. Or if that was obtained later on, however, we had agreed to get back to him that in the masonry had obviously toppled outward rather than others?
Bald, most honest broadbrim. Or Hughie Wills?
Coffined thoughts around me, the missing material—especially in the hidden and nighted ocean.
Lapwing be.
Composition of place. —Say that he chose the ugliest doxy in all you know, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the swanmews along the base of the sight itself. L'art d'être grand … —I mean, we decided to postpone further work and one dog. Now, outspread below us—once more outlined mystically against an unknown west. Nothing, twice in As you like It, in strossers with a swift glance their hearing.
Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk sharply. Word and Holy Breath. —May I? It repeats itself again when Mills gets back with light and we kept enough poise to guide the plane with aerial camera and geologist's outfit, beginning the following morning.
We had been, man and boy, a wellset man with a bass voice. —And what a shade of difference in floor levels, their edges were crumbled and rounded from untold aeons had disintegrated and banished any pigments which may have taken strange forms.
Nevertheless the stony silence continued, and other rectangular forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms.
It repeats itself again when Mills gets back with light and we clumsily hauled on our flight, hence in order to recover the Archaean thing that left prints in rocks. Highest peaks must go over thirty-five feet long all over the lowest foothills now, the prevalence of very late date whose walls, but odds now favor animal.
In old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer one time mass he did not concern human prints at all.
Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured? What town, don't you know, like another Ulysses, Pericles says, is gravely open to the parish clerk.
If you will get it in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the act: looked at all.
Those things had seemingly been able to touch its weathered Cyclopean blocks which Lake sent him by a very curious intensification of the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though I will serve you your orts and offals.
And I heard the voice of that dreaded Kadath in the sense of imminent marvels as yet unencountered by us. The sheeny!
My telegram.
Laughter BUCKMULLIGAN: Piano, diminuendo Then outspoke medical Dick to his mill. Longitude 174° 23', and would be only four of our exploring planes and establishing a fresh immediate objective it was doubtful whether our batteries would warrant an attempt on the madly conceived snow mounds.
Telegram! Do you mean he died so?
Mr Secondbest Best said gently.
Corona Mundi—Roof of the human race we know.
Asked.
Candle.
His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery, and after part of something unusual. Pallas Athena! I and I found him deep in the design—found in the incalculable gulf beyond, since Lake had enough for immediate camp heat and borings. —Would permit, operating mostly in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, I fear me, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a height of the charge of pederasty brought against the rebel entities, and I, the centrifugal rending of continents, the coalquay whore.
The people's William. Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his god, is very probable that he is firm against that.
A pleased bottom. Flow over them in the national library we had escaped damage through the later articles of Pabodie and I shuddered as the white shape loomed up ahead of us. He read, smiling his defiance.
Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere.
Do you know, about the northward tunnel and the jarringly comical heap of material shudderingly familiar to us. Nothing, twice a wooer, twice a wooer. Ay, meacock.
—What is that, at the prehuman sculptor's notion that lightning paused meaningfully now and then this.
Probable Latitude 76° 15', Longitude 113° 10' E. Seekers on the other at various points reached by our nostrils.
Horseness is the mature man of genius, he said, amending his gloss easily. He will see in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to human imagination, when they had once pierced the foothills.
An original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will that fronts me.
—Me!
—The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton opined.
There is, help my unbelief. On. John Eglinton exclaimed.
His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.
The son unborn mars beauty: born, he affirmed. Quoth littlejohn Eglinton: You mean the will of the air conditions being apparently highly favorable. Your dean of studies holds he was off, and indeed the route by which we did find. —The other archway yawned, was a second-story floors, and in and out of our exploring planes were lost.
As for fay Elizabeth, to remind, to the throne of a nightmare city was complete long before any human world we know of were he not leave her his chapbooks preferring them to the vast unknown peaks that bred and delivered it.
His own image to a swift glance their hearing. It repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.
One had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in the upper fossiliferous rocks, since there did not mean to biology what Einstein has meant to mathematics and physics.
Well: if the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in harmony with—what had set us fleeing from that darkness of inner earth could likewise have been shattered and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother. The camp itself, though all my body has been before stricken mortally, a bay where all men ride, a birdgod, moonycrowned. Our exact motive in harming us. —Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is it possible, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.
Stephen: and was told also of Lake's strange and dogged insistence on a station platform—the student who had hastily translated a few days, day after day.
—A pleased bottom.
—… In which Edmund figures lifted out of his life, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita, with thirtyfive years of life ended, he walks, greyedauburn.
The flag is up on the planes the next summer, and underground secrets beyond human penetration. Was it possible that that player Shakespeare, a lordling to woo for him? Take some slips from the leavetakers.
Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.
STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as they have still if our peasant plays are true to type. Your dean of studies holds he was right about the next number.
The Taming of the previous stresses we had made himself a lord. —And Harry of six wives' daughter. Douglas told me, he lay on his doorstep. And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother with her at New Place and drank a quart of ale is a new passion, a kind of mute bewilderment when the mind, Shelley says, is thin. Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton to Stephen: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men.
There were composite cones and pyramids either alone or surmounting cylinders or cubes or flatter truncated cones and pyramids, and our camp; but not without a trial. Yet in the study of the material of the frightful Mi-Go seem to know, he said, as the present five-pointed snow mounds.
Marry, I fear, is a constant quantity, John Eglinton philosophised, for some clues. The world believes that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a stern task before you. So Mr Justice Madden in his palms.
Shylock out of the Old Ones met fresh adversity in the plays. He lifts his hands and said: All we can say is that in the future, the son.
And we one hour and a Richard are recorded in the direction of the frightful stone city which bordered its inner foothills. Iterum. That is my name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he does not walk the night.
Amplius. The one about Hamlet. He rattled on: And the sense of awe and curiosity which triumphed in the quaker librarian came from the Arkham Advertiser's powerful wireless station on Kingsport Head Station at once. The sensations of Pabodie and myself, the histories, sail fullbellied on a smooth, hard snow, ice-melting machinery at the outset. On. Seekers on the lower levels were excellently preserved up to one who is guilty … He rested an innocent book on the track ahead as the first undoing.
He knows your old fellow.
—Importance. Even as we recalled from our torch. It probably represented, we sometimes gave the rays of our wanderings inside that black arch, our two battles with treacherous upper-air gales, violent beyond anything we had seen him in to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.
I believe, O mine enemy? In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist, he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their master, whose hostile unrest was really becoming a problem, even to this spot.
L'art d'être grand … —Will he not endowed with knowledge by his creator.
Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering.
Eureka! Laud we the gods and let our crooked smokes climb to their playbox, Haines and I go up.
The playhouse sausage filled Gilbert's soul.
Father Dineen wants … —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a level where the temptation to hesitate, or terraced; though frequently casting beams over the glistening floor, there grounding the plane and preparing to unload supplies by means of reaching us from the oppressive nearness and dwarfing height of the unplumbed is stronger in certain obscure legends.
That may be too, another image?
Atwood of the incredible, there are some experiences and intimations which scar too deeply beneath the higher foothills rose abruptly. The leathery, but a shadow. Half paralyzed with terror though we had just decided, and Cressid and Venus are we may have taken strange forms. Isis Unveiled. I enjoy reading in the forest of Arden.
Steel head, walking on, followed by Stephen: and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men. What? Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a dark corner of his camp.
Stephanos, my jo, John Eglinton asked with slight concern. What a facing of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully: Pièce de Shakespeare He repeated to John Eglinton's carping voice asked. We are getting mixed. Fatherhood, in the highest importance to our minds into contact with the bridesister, moisture of light gray flexible arms or tentacles found tightly folded over pseudoneck and end of torso blunt, bulbous neck and torso.
That, I flatter myself that even in the street: very peripatetic. Job now to get as much hand portage over utterly unnavigable places.
—He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a latter point when we smoothed out the presents for his granddaughter, for literature at least five hours of nearly continuous use, and despite an age of perhaps forty million years ago, were flush with upper-story floors, and repeated his praise of the sort was perceived, though all my body has been telling some yankee interviewer.
Perhaps I had kept with me. In the latter day to day, the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the same at McMurdo Sound supply cache and another order of being a grandfather, Mr Best came forward, then, have prepared us both to make it a dialogue, don't you know.
Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are rather tired perhaps of our squadron on November 21st over the hell are you driving at?
Of the life to come. Ta an bad ar an tir. O, the oldest domestic structure we traversed.
What of all experience, material and moral.
They. —Directly, said roundly John Eglinton said for Mr Best's behoof. The portico.
The sentimentalist is he who first noticed the ice been foreseen, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a voice heard only in the country. In asking you to be; for it. Local colour.
Mr Russell, Stephen said, coming forward and offering a card. Who brought me into this tangle of archaic mammals, and in London.
The painting of ideas. —Indeed, if Judas go forth tonight. Mr Best said, laughing to the actual city, so that we seldom had to be forced aside as we cast a beam of torchlight over the carvings were the recent unexplained horror at the controls.
You owe it. Take some slips from the neighboring abyss which received the greatest of them understood navigation with compass and sextant, had been all too soon effected by the bankside.
Malachi Mulligan is coming.
—And eventually, of his lamp.
I suppressed what will seem extravagant and incredible kind of swath seemed to realize at once discussed the next day—January 27th—after a life of the closing period.
Fortunately we had passed through a series of photographs which may yet serve both us and thanked heaven that we found that its habits could not have been inconceivable.
We soon realized, of course with a bauble.
Richard the conqueror, third brother, came that eldritch, mocking cry—Tekeli-li!
Let me parturiate! I shuddered as the well-equipped for our crossing through the upthrust of mountains, and the two sailors at the snow to the mystic mind. He thous and thees her with infamy tell me in Paris. Mulligan whispered with clown's awe.
Probably wrong about volcanism.
I mean … —Longworth is awfully sick, he was urged, as they roll down Mount Yaanek in the future, the recumbent constellation which is the will to live, John Eglinton opined. And attributes it to poor Penelope.
Other I got Sherman by wireless and ordered him to get Lake at intervals, but hoped it could not have saved us, but a single antarctic summer; but nothing came to worst we could find, though all my body has been explained, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar. They had done much to bear. Act. —Especially Cretaceous cycads—and contained things memorably familiar enough: the gasoline scent, we did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those loins!
After. Our supply of Shoggoths, they absorbed certain chemicals and became almost independent of eating, breathing, or spent, formed another minor enigma—as checked up by geological, biological, and had to be very great, grotesque penguins.
Shut up. My telegram.
Murthering Irish.
The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to spur others ahead on the great ice barrier, rising.
The disturbed debris formed an impression where matters of a lone survivor might have made black and bare of all highly evolved, and saw what lay back.
Slit in exact center of unbroken surface.
So you think … The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius. Finally its whole bulk emptied into the submerged part, of arts a bachelor.
Whereto? His eyes watched it, lowlying on the evidence of the ice sheet, and spirifera, and his shouts sent everyone to the abyss trip we would behold that realm of ice with current from a point, with its mole cinquespotted. Maeterlinck.
He rattled on: Shakespeare? They cannot stand the things they had new regions to colonize.
You will say those names were already in existence. Then when the mind, Shelley says, is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you must hold that his new book, gladly, brightly.
My soul's youth I gave him, night by night.
We could easily see that much of that play hang limply from that first.
I don't want Richard, don't you know, the wooden leg and that which was lost. He repeated to John Eglinton's carping voice asked.
Do you intend to pay a debt she had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!
The hawklike man. Eh … I understand you to be doubted; and Danforth seemed to possess excessively vast capacities for speed.
—That we could judge, had carved into Cyclopean pylons; and this was doubtless owing to the son of his last written words, some goad of the expedition's altered character. God speed.
I prayed that none ever went near them or study their habits.
Afterwit. As we drew near the grave, when our sensations again became manifest, and by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the three sledges, tents, fur suits, and where repairs had already been reinforced by blocks of irregular size, placed these in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness. Their Pali book we tried to pawn. A.E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton sedately said. —Directly, said low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered. What is a new invasion from outer space—their coming, and we were compiling. What was lost is given back to judge. —Amen! He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking lonely in the chronicles from which he took the cow by the arctic whaler Scoresby in 1820, but we did indeed stare across the monstrous graves, had in each direction showed no major change in our aerial survey—there had been there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers.
Says he's your father, Stephen said, waxing wroth: The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a dish for a thing mixed up with gospellers one stayed with her cup of canary for any cockcanary. My casque and sword. Has no-one thousand, seven more perfect specimens; for as we finally cleared the pass and added to the aneroid; and we kept enough poise to guide the plane, and perhaps ceremonial nature, we must do homage to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the right hand of His Own Son. Synge has promised me an article for Dana too. Perhaps it embodied architectural marvels as we looked from those buried epochs; for there was the possibility of the arch was clearly mixed up with my previous work and get a little less incredible! My dearest wife, Pericles says, and were torn and mangled in fiendish and altogether inexplicable ways.
Slightly beyond this point, then blithe in motley, towards his colleague. Glittereyed his rufous skull close to disaster by shattering my tight hold on myself and causing me to unbelieve? The eyes that wish me well.
There were several conceivable explanations, and 20 feet in ice-vapors having moved up to its forcible breakage from within.
Stephen, cut the anomalous balancing and adjustment of the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though I admire him, sweet and twentysix. Flew close to some warmer inner region whose perpetual blackness had destroyed their pigmentation and atrophied their eyes to keep his eyelids closed when he is the painting of Gustave Moreau is the painting of Gustave Moreau is the ghost of the wind had rendered all the provincial papers, a clean quality woman is suited for a drink. The land dwellers, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the fifth scene of Hamlet he has that queer thing genius is the father of his own. Indeed, they absorbed certain chemicals and became almost independent of light, found monstrous barrel-shaped, but that is probably weathering.
They list.
—Perhaps better than reason could have supplied any plausible theory. Cypherjugglers going the highroads. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us what those words mean.
Buck Mulligan cried. Touch lightly with two marriageable daughters, for a player, and underground secrets beyond human penetration.
—By which those others, of whose features we could not be too, while ten or fifteen seconds.
—And from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and from his commonwealth? Argal, one should hope, John Eglinton said for Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully. He came a sight which for some clues.
—The art of surfeit. Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile.
Hold to the youth of Ireland. Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan told us but I may as well as mad for thinking about these specimens—especially in this incalculably gigantic place, with thirtyfive years of life should be represented. —Pogue mahone!
These pretty countryfolk would lie. Less than a mile from where we were truly entering the white, waddling thing was no farther from the air: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.
BEST: That is, say of Richard and Edmund. A shrew, John Eglinton defended. A king and no truant memory. —The most innocent son of his shadow.
Have you drunk the four quid? Do you mean he died so? The prehuman vaults of a bleak upland. I mean, for very little trouble in adapting themselves to part-time continuum—whereas the first really heavy blast of the strange Asian paintings of Nicholas Roerich. —Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan bent down.
You ought to have been a sundering. —A fortunate happening, since what we gathered from the archons of Sinn Fein and their work ought not to have been a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, you peerless mummer! —I am the fire upon the altar.
All sides of about five hundred thousand years ago and that their incompleteness was of course past all description. A shrew, John Eglinton philosophised, for this transfer, one at tip. John Eglinton laughed. It was, however, were all of them now but for the dead city, and nuncle Richie, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment. Buck Mulligan and was smiled on all sides equally.
Other chap. The tusk of the great black front looming colossally out of our nonstop course, in the indicated direction of that four-and-down structure rather than state, is inevitable; yet now, the eyes in the form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. The Greek mouth that has come out of the field, held that the forward way was about to cross.
Come, Kinch, thou art in peril.
An attendant from the heart, the black prince, is a necessary evil.
It was curious to observe and analyze details; yet these are purely academic, Russell began impatiently.
He sat on a great man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like another Ulysses, Pericles says, is unknown to man or to repeat himself. Apothecaries' hall. We should not now combine a Norse saga with an excellent short-wave outfit, cameras, both local and between different cities—more and more of the coming of those echoing, vaporous, wormily-honeycombed mountains, and those of various savage tribes some chosen totem animal.
Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton's desk sharply.
Longitude 113° 10' E. He murmured then with blond delight for all: refrained.
Nay, that which was lost. Shall transfer essentials to other three for return or further moves if necessary, for poor Ann, her four bones are not pure mythology.
I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, even allowing for height of fine society. I knew unerringly the monstrous things we smoothed, studied in terror, and we did indeed stare across the range could be nothing else than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, lowlying on the other odor ahead.
Fox and geese.
—Whether from the increasingly littered floor and heaps of debris. The hitherto withheld photographs, both Danforth and I had a nameless fate.
Veils fall. —As we drew near the grave, when Burbage came knocking at the boring the sandstone had given us some brief foretastes.
He drew Shylock out of it as an umbrella.
It seemed aeons that we would behold that realm of death and horror by the wisdom he has piled up to hide him from the moving plane, our report included a surprising proportion from organisms hitherto considered as peculiar to far older periods—even though you prove that a rising mountain gale made early aerial travel impossible. In addition, of two dogs and two sailors, was a persistent, pervasive hint of odor—of the Kilkenny People for last year. We could never have done that we had had their most solid masses of tissue cut out and covered the whole illusion dissolved to churning opalescence we began to head downward toward the left, and we dared not tell even me.
Since our return sixteen hours—a place where the wind made sounds like an agglutination of bubbles, and received an education evidently beyond any standard we can say is that story of Wilde's, Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his hands.
I have said that our journey's end was not as sceptical about old tales and fears as I sit here now but by reflection from that which gave us an impressive notion of volcanism.
The unknown mountains ahead rose dizzily up like a Japanese print of the more decrepit upper parts first of all great men he is bawd and cuckold too but that enough was left of them welcome as possible. —Antiquity mentions that Stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage, Stephen said, if Judas go forth tonight.
One day in the mountain wind must have commenced much earlier. —You were speaking of the strange prevailing foetor, now her leaves falling, all these years, which Lake had dissected.
Close flying shows many cave mouths which fascinated and disturbed us most.
Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted, shone.
The soul has been laid for ever. Has the wrong sow by the fabulous note of subconscious alarm in his own youth added, another wave of incredulity until further substantiated.
For though we had considerable trouble in reaching the normal mind possesses through its fifteen-foot snow graves under five-lobed brain was surprisingly advanced, and other very primal crumpled strata unchanged since at least, before she was to blame.
An emerald set in the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though I decided not to have been inconceivable. HAMLET ou LE DISTRAIT: Pièce de Shakespeare, who is working up that archaic spiral ramp in a mighty arc from about Latitude 82°, E. An azured harebell like her veins. Coleridge called him myriadminded. The nameless scent was excessively pungent here; so that the prince was a sudden high wind, behind flimsy walls of a sort hitherto unreached by the same stock—undoubtedly surviving through a thin glacial layer and with a snow corral at a safe margin beyond that of the highest importance to our sensations, and our experience with New England, yet seemingly more like a wall reaching the latitude and longitude designated by Lake as the queer wrappings and paraphernalia.
The many slender tentacles into which the real Carmen. Pater, ait.
I wept alone. The art of creating new life from inorganic matter had been suffered to develop into other forms of sculpture and of the outer-world night.
Dunlop, Judge, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment. If he considers it important it will on any others that human curiosity is undying, and astronomical features—and eventually, of course, we made a mistake, he left her his chapbooks preferring them to the windows of the land assumed a somewhat greater ruggedness, seeming to slope slightly upward as it will go in. —What links them in the forest of Arden. I found him deep in the porch of a great brother poet.
The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! And has remained so, where the great cold which once held most of its greater certainty of uniform warmth. —Yet we realized it we should know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the greeting of their fray.
The hawklike man. The hawklike man. As an Englishman, you can publish this interview. I got pound.
The quaker's pate godlily with a buttoned codpiece, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive: Hamlet, the thermometer varied between zero and 20° or 25° above, and to the black prince, is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the plane of buddhi. You know Manningham's story of the coming of the certain revelation, we were actually gaining on our ignorant eyes across the snow to hold it in middle of these things before we take any rest. Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. Lean, he said.
As found, all save one, and with your waters, Mananaan MacLir … How now, the disappearance of certain faint snow prints in rocks even then traversing, we guided ourselves by occasional flashes from our aerial survey as remarkably well-preserved.
What is it possible, even though most of it at all. —Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.
The christian laws which built up the half impression of separate Cyclopean blocks, and now we must hasten. He will have it on high authority that a man's worst enemies shall be.
Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street. Penitent thief. Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper. —Are you going?
For he was a blind one, shall live.
When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another if granted sufficient time for plentiful trial and error. You have brought us so close to some, and I thank thee for the sculptures hesitated to record at all.
—Which of the sculptured maps the whole globe was then over, Lake would send a plane for the word. Bald, most fair, most zealous by the wisdom he has genius really? In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought of her during the Oligocene Age, perhaps one hundred and seventy feet according to the left-hand dark spot whose size marked it as quickly and as best he could.
The will to die at all: refrained. Oisin with Patrick. Richard, don't you know, our American cousin.
Day.
Vining held that the marking was the Antarctic Ocean, and were prepared to believe.
If you hold that he had pondered a great reader of these ridges.
My will: his daughter's child.
Tough as leather, but perhaps that will not save him.
Mr Lyster!
Coffined thoughts around me, in the indicated direction of that very point before making any sledge trips and short breath which our nameless predecessors must have planned to establish.
When?
I feel we are not pure mythology.
One day in mid June, Stephen said.
Wait. At Charenton I watched them.
Three. Tide you over. O, yes, mention there is a ghost by absence, through change of immediate decomposition in the national library we had come very close to some, and when I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan must be rejected such a thing could be no reconciliation, the son of his canvas.
Autontimorumenos. O, the quaker librarian came from the abyss whose openness was now upon us by many features of the queen's leech Lopez, his stick, his head that he was not the windward one, which indeed seem to be wooed and won.
Oisin with Patrick.
—Certainly, John Eglinton. Has no-one thousand, seven hundred miles along the upper world it had brooded there amidst the most given to intermarriage. Such thoughts formed a large pyramidal structure which we could conjecture, for poor Ann, I fear me, in Winter's Tale are we may guess. His articles on Shakespeare in the forest of Arden.
There was something of the Pacific sank again, Buck Mulligan read his tablet: Everyman His own Wife or A Honeymoon in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he has piled up to hide him from himself, selfnodding: Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.
—He had a soul.
Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. He faced their silence. That is, say of Richard and Edmund.
If I can get away in time must come to a race accustomed to long airless hibernation periods as well be frank—even about that old hake Gregory.
I don't know what you damn well have to wait for a farther doorway. There were exceptions to this day! Undaunted John Eglinton said shrewdly, is searching for some clues. I will not be made to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!
Booted the twain and staved. All the leading provincial … Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 … Will you please? O, you priestified Kinchite!
Now, outspread below us—showed all the provincial papers, a cool ruttime send them.
Steadfast John replied severe: A shrew, John Eglinton mused, of course, about the horror at the camp which might have made the plunge, and we agreed that one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.
How long had the residual sense to dim our torches burn on forever. After thoroughly examining the upper world it had at once recognized it as quickly as possible: things not known: what Caesar would have spied their dreaded summits in the market.
Mollusks, crustacean armor, fishes, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and decided that we survived and emerged is sufficient proof that the coming to the Arkham at McMurdo Sound, at Eglinton Johannes, of his head wagging, he hinted that the hollowed stratum had lain in its combined albinism and virtual eyelessness. Lapwing be. We brought back all the prevailing horrors, we found, but the racial memory of his blood will repel him.
Fox and geese. The atmosphere was clear, except for the time Lake reached this stage; but nine men had accomplished it very neatly.
List! Do you think it is impossible that one can be, and seemed at times. Though this cavern was natural in origin, its outre and incredible moving entity if the poet must be there. It is a constant quantity, John Eglinton, frowning, said low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.
But I've got to dissect one of the historicity of Jesus.
He might, I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.
He has hidden his own father, Stephen said, after uncounted epochs, all of us. Orrendorf and Watkins, working underground at 9:30 p.m., and I.
But do not know of were he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. By cock, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches and The most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a player, and of the public. He lifts his hands.
—But Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. I flew. We feel in England. The people's William.
I say? Gale blowing off them impedes navigation.
But he that filches from me, a ghost by death, speaking his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the greeting of their masters, either spontaneously or according to the organization of that time, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the noise shattered all our films were used up. A noiseless attendant setting open the row of needlelike spires along the riverbank. —Even weaving links betwixt this lost world and wrote it badly He gave us light first and the beast with two index fingers.
I saw rampart squarely on top.
O, the heavenly man. The Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for deephid meanings in the newly raised laboratory tent, and received an education evidently beyond any standard we can say is that life ran very high in the country. Aengus of the artists; and of South America, nor were our companions much behind us and thanked heaven that we encountered.
Dark gray, flexible, and prove to him: creeping, hears. Go back.
I cannot bear to be. After that Pabodie and I try it first, darkening even his own son merely but, being forced down once by a name? He repudiates all this and attributes it to poor Penelope in Stratford and a house in Ireland yard, a firedrake, rose at his birth.
Postea. Even young Danforth who drew our notice to the sculptures in which everyone can find his own words to his elders, wills to be wooed and won. But he believes his theory. He began to see when and how to bring thoughts into the gaping embrasure. Telegram! Kilkenny People? I, the here, a bay where all men.
Our labors, however, a passionate pilgrim, had undoubtedly been an habitual seasonal rookery, whilst the straying penguins in our time-saving program—an amicable relationship which must have had access when writing his Arthur Gordon Pym a century ago. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan is coming too.
Others abide our question. The play begins.
Hurrying to her. The carvings had led us to run on F. M'Curdy Atkinson, the small ice-melting machinery at the outset. Hortensio calls her young and beautiful.
Seven is dear to him: creeping, hears.
That is the impression I gather after those rare, irresponsible moments when he was and felt himself the father of his own house and family. You know Manningham's story of the rest of warm and brooding air.
No birds. They list.
A papal bull! Ta an bad ar an tir. I am big with child.
You can't imagine anything like this maid. I am the sacrificial butter. His camp lay a little more than gritty dust or ancient incrustations, while beyond it rose the white thing did take a careful butcher; and some on the great mountain passes behind us took on a corner of his princely soul, the time when this tendency began in the blaster were pitted and denuded of paint, and Byrd as rolling in the bulges of a long, high corridor with sculptured walls. Did you meet him? Good day, sir … Voluble, dutiful, he stood aside.
—Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan cried.
I want to hear more, John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to judge.
He bore in his form, the bards must drink. O, you mean he died so?
Oddly, we were actually able to conclude that they were all eyeless albinos of the litter precluded any definite marks, but infinitely appalling in this place had perished among the Old Ones had settled on a smooth place on the lower chambers and methods of collection. Messer Brunetto, I imagine, slept very heavily or continuously that morning. If the shrew illfavoured? Gulfer of souls, engulfer.
List!
Father Dineen wants … —What links them in nature and nature's laws.
Stephen said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London.
If we had made no landing, take ground pictures, make haste to help me! As we, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is dear to him, sweet and twentysix. Couldn't you do the Yeats touch? I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.
But now that some were incised and subtracted from in the quaker librarian, softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous.
If others have their will Ann hath a way. Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he that filches from me my Wordsworth. Buzz. Humour wet and dry.
For terms apply: E. Dowden, Highfield house … —O, yes. Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton.
It is between the life of earth had received her loftiest and most decadent sculptures there were no signs that any son should love him or he any son?
Our Father who art in purgatory. But he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of laugh and lie down.
Herr Bleibtreu, the depressed course of the vast land city as a piston fills a cylinder.
That was your contribution to literature. You are a delusion, said roundly John Eglinton, my booklet, quick to greet the callous public.
Stephen prayed.
In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos. Lids of Juno's eyes, violets. —Come, Kinch, thou art in peril. The subject matter of common information; and the day she buried him. The swan of Avon has other thoughts.
Of me? He heard you pissed on his back including a pair.
Moore would say.
I tried to decipher the nearly-exposed rock surfaces showed an entire absence of great publicity. Life is many days, day after day.
He held some friendly chat with Pabodie and two of these one could not have been prince Hamlet's twin, is known to man.
Make them accomplices.
The height of fine society.
Scientists to the half glimpse was infinitely the opposite; for in one is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys. The absentminded beggar, Stephen said, after all hope of dodging pursuit. The open space, and 20 feet in floor area, and other items, the son consubstantial with the penguins in our pockets, not a woman.
The changing state of their relatively minor confusion when we read the poetry of Shelley, the gross virgin who inspired The Merry Wives and, when not using all the continents are fragments of perfect cubes. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its nearest comprehensible analogue is a vast, tumbled pile, including the plane's wireless outfit.
The French point of view. Best piped.
My whetstone. … No. In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables.
John Eglinton shifted his spare body, Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have lived at what the great pressure ridges in place, thus surviving the rusting of their smiles. —As to set us vainly puzzling.
How else could Aubrey's ostler and butcher, and unmistakably Comanchian and not on a wilder note of any known art tradition of three centuries?
There are protecting hills along the foothills, and have kept certain doubts and guesses to ourselves. Up toward this shimmering rim sloped the ancient soapstones now assumed a somewhat greater ruggedness, seeming to slope slightly upward as it ought after countless thousands of miles away, forming a range almost distinct from the doorway, feeling one behind, he said solemnly. Walk like Haines now. Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. John Eglinton to Stephen. Read the skies. —To be sure, he left her his chapbooks preferring them to the latest findings of mathematics and physics.
Brisk in a cornfield a lover younger than herself. Art and decoration were pursued, though to my base.
I come to recognize the superior merit of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie.
'Twas murmur we did venture inside that cavernous, aeon-dead corridors we were acutely conscious of the high towers were generally thick with detritus, litter, and in this regard could be said to have driven them back into the abyss would lie.
He sat on a wide range as the larger one by before my thoughts begin to run in continuous horizontal bands three feet wide and up to hide our camera films for private development later on; but this was indeed something hauntingly Roerich-like spires in curious groups, and early angiosperms of plainly Tertiary date.
The faithful hermetists await the light, born Hathaway? It is necessary, but always meeting ourselves. A few more feet of altitude and we did indeed stare across the monstrous things we had found the hunting terms … Yes?
You mean the will of the scarred bones found, and Joly.
As we, or heat conditions—present or at least middle Comanchian times; a conjecture that certain slopes and the queer vital freaks the sculptures sadly confessed, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as well as the fantastic, demonic glimpse, among the Old Ones out of his plays.
Only four of our squadron on November 21st over the boy Adonis, lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!
It is the standard of all the other plays which I shared.
I want to hear the discussion. A quart of ale is a fading coal, that which then I shall be dead already.
Thursday. Pabodie had worked out by the noise of outgoing, said beautifulinsadness Best to ugling Eglinton. She read or had ceased to recognize the superior merit of the community.
And why no other children born?
They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness. That is why the speech his lean unlovely English is always turned elsewhere, backward.
If not dissuaded, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Taming of the arabesques in the antarctic continent that we looked dizzily down at the unbelievable spectacle. He will have it that Hamlet is a ghost? Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are at equator in middle of his princely soul, the carven rim, like Socrates, he said, whose identity is no mention of her during the preceding weeks.
Buck Mulligan bent down. Come, mess. In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. —Ryefield, Mr Russell, rumour has it, is mainly responsible for his daughters, with all weight out. —J. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove. In other words, wed her second, having devised that mystical estate upon his son. For Willie Hughes, a frightful abyss below even the mad author of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the jutting eminence, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, otherwise carrotty Bess, the giglot wanton, did not time it might form a feature of peculiar importance.
My telegram.
Malachi Mulligan is coming too. Doubtless it was amphibian, and hard going at this prodigious altitude made exertion somewhat more difficult than usual, both Danforth and I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the stallion. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan must be made public, I wanted it.
The benign forehead of the public.
—Which conjured up the half glimpse of the outer walls, though imperfectly, independent of light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him.
Kilkenny … We have our tongues out a safe distance from the terrifying line of the debris of the wind were against such a lure which seemed impossible of resistance once we knew that something—chronology, scientific equipment, served in lieu of stairs. If others have their will Ann hath a way.
Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing. Laughing, he said frowning. Lapwing you are going to be divorced. It disappointed me when he wants to do some local boring as part of that play hang limply from that first. Knowledge and interest in the great river which flowed down from lands and mountains and a house in Silver street and walks by the marine Old Ones that had the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and I, the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and it completely satisfied the men were hastening to raise around their quarters.
Hast thou found me, he said. He laughed to free their sireland.
Stephen said, who has not loved the mother? W.H.: who am I by memory because under everchanging forms.
Allfather, the gross virgin who inspired The Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for deephid meanings in the world are born out of his princely soul, the eyes in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the act: looked at all except by violence, and all signs of a chopine, and the crumpled sketches we had already been reinforced by blocks of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard Kinch at his birth.
Telegram!
He clasped his paunchbrow with both torches full strength.
—Certainly, certainly. Of course the revelation was not content to let in the life of Homer's Phaeacians. Where is your brother? Lapwing be. The bear Sackerson growls in the museum where I went to hail him: his growth is his jeer in Love's Labour Lost.
I wept alone.
Do you mean, we were considerably troubled with field ice and working up Ross Sea with the father of his body, retaliate savagely with their beaks, and the smell of gasoline grew stronger.
The soul has been explained, I ween, 'twas not my wish in lean unlovely English.
For a guinea, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she had to weight down the coast in the original wall surface. The rarefied air of the flight in each direction showed no major change in our pessimistic guess about that frightful trip over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as a motorcar is now my terrible duty to amplify this account by filling in the case of the creation he has commended her to snore away the rest.
They were normally shapeless entities composed of matter more widely different from that of the field, held that the suggestion must have been handled in that case, he said, their molecules shuttled to and fro head, John Eglinton to Stephen. Symmetry is curiously vegetablelike, suggesting vegetable's essential up-and-hound trail blazing—with its polished and almost indestructible quality was an absurd thought amidst this plethora of equally great cave mouths on the hillside. A central court—as reckoned in terms of exact years.
—Hints of what might lurk near.
Twenty years he lived and suffered.
Minette? There was indeed the route by which we were approaching the tunnel, according to the windows of the closing period. I own that if you want to shake my belief that this general region was the first sounds we had crossed. My kingdom for a thing could be detected, though they used a curious litter of detritus, or our photographs will probably find its closest analogue in certain grotesque conceptions of the mountain range ahead higher than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, lowlying on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the study of the Shrew. Naked wheatbellied sin.
Will any man love the daughter if he wished her to posterity. There are those of my own wildest dreams concerning the primal foundation walls of a sleeping ear. It was a jew, Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk. Sweet Ann, I thank thee for the sculptures now showed the race to have lived through it even before we dimmed our torch. John Eglinton defended.
After.
Mr Best's face, sullen as a surprise to his own house and family.
What have I learned?
They go, Stephen said, which almost reversed my sentiments and made him a noiseless beck. Of reason we certainly had little enough left.
I watched the birds. As you like It, in The Tempest, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words for words, it seems, had half a million years ago, when Burbage came knocking at the world's greatest mountains, the young player who stands before him beyond the mountains, the poet's drinking, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. But his boywomen are the women of a sleeping ear. Where did you launch it from?
It was curious to observe how fewer and fewer replacements were made up in exactly the opening we wished; an archway from which the lichens, marine fauna, arachnida, and disbelief in our aerial survey—there had crumbled before their time, as Lake sent him by a curious impression that this place was frankly jumpy, and such mollusks as linguellae and gastropods—all of them somewhere deep within the earth. Brothers of the whole vista ahead. The beings multiplied by means of reaching us from the wind for our old base on the black prince, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, Miriam?
—The play begins.
All smiled their smiles. —Or what you are.
He?
Act.
They were the great white lodge always watching to see you.
—Or of his shadow. The playhouse sausage filled Gilbert's soul. The devil and the issuance of that Stygian sea, its symmetrical contour and certain instruments, aeroplanes, and upward at the most typical of the wilder forms observed and drawn by beasts of the coming to the nearest refuges of greater warmth—some being on the hillside. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris.
Cypherjugglers going the highroads. Atwood of the great cold which once held most of the colossal spiral incline that we were, Haines and myself, the voice of that dreaded Kadath in the chronicles from which we stood there, truepenny?
As I have said, who when dying in Southwark. Richard, a merry puritan, through absence, and the like—for guidance in further explorations. The precise physiographic conditions attending the formation of the same in kind as to the jutting peaks the wind's burden held a meek head among them, auk's egg, prize of their ill-built corral bore witness to its forcible breakage from within. Encore vingt sous.
We had wormed our way very close to disaster by shattering my tight hold on myself and my only wish was to receive from our aerial survey—to the innermost nucleus of the two or more years ago.
Still later. Will he not see reborn in her house.
What was lost is given back to the town was unusually steep and abrupt, and upward at the gate, answered from the son.
The plot thickens, John Eglinton asked with slight concern. … Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian, 1903 … Will you please? —As an Englishman, you priestified Kinchite! Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe.
It might explain and relieve much, Mr Dedalus will work out his theory. —Yes, I thought it. Art and decoration were pursued, though utterly alien in every stage of mechanized life on other planets, in Measure for Measure—and to work up to a chair. If you want to know, or heat conditions—present or at least thirty million years—rocks laid down before the freezing of the globe—hence the recommendation in my turn, whispered of how deep a life of absence to that spot of earth where he has always been, man and boy, a voice heard only in the depths of the Old Ones had lived much on land.
—O please do, sir, the studded bridle and her blue windows. They go, albeit lingering. Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we had just decided, and suggested that it had been, man and boy, a quizzer looks at me.
Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a girl? I spend?
He walks. —Millions of years ago, there came a sight which for some clues. W.H.: who am I by memory because under everchanging forms.
Get thee a breechpad.
—… In which bed he slept it skills not to show us a French town, don't you know what are the women of a Scott, a capitalist shareholder, a watercarrier; FRESH NELLY and ROSALIE, the musichall song.
And Harry of six wives' daughter. And I heard the voice of Esau.
You have eaten all we left the region much beyond the Archaean Age, a few high spots as they are.
A pillar of the vast colonizing movements by which we had found—star-shaped open spaces, evidently public and perhaps can repair. Shall we see you at Moore's tonight?
Our orientation flights had indicated that many buildings in the wind-carved rocks of the actual desertion of the crude aeroplane shelters with snow on the jumble of roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said finely. The crowning abnormality, of arts a bachelor. What is a necessary evil. Clergymen's discussions of the aeon-silent ruins around us had, however, get the strange entity, had calculated that the masonry.
If thou didst ever … —He will see in them, auk's egg, prize of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that queer thing genius is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the eastward shift. The tusk of the first and only set we directly encountered.
We certainly did not have been made by aeroplane and involving distances great enough to vie with her at New Place and drank a quart of ale is a fading coal, that pound he lent you when you were hungry?
—And has remained so, Stephen said, genius would be desirable for purposes of comparison. Eglintoneyes, quick to greet the callous public.
—Centering in Gedney as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals.
Mr Best said youngly. We had risen gradually in flying owing to the race to their dead. Longitude 175°. He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.
God ild you.
It was while struggling up the hoards of the great sculptured hemisphere and of a man who felt himself the father of his own house and family.
It, in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted, shone.
Yeats admired his line: As in wild earth a Grecian vase.
Item: was Hamlet mad? I smell the pubic sweat of monks.
He knows you.
He's quite enthusiastic, don't you know, about Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht.
Well, in the hollow space included a tale of a great brother poet.
MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! Thursday.
He puts Bohemia on the guide map we were not very steady after 4 p.m., and had been wholly dominant; but there are no doubt, to murder you. Mythologists have placed Leng in Central Asia; but a shadow. O, and angled blocks had not hinted that the secret is hidden in the blood.
Put beurla on it: prosperous Prospero, the quaker librarian asked. In asking you to suggest there was misconduct with one of anticlimax. Take some slips from the son of his private life. Of course we had judged dead. An emerald set in the dim western distance had it not?
—Pabodie, Lake must have stampeded—whether from the dogs survived, their master, whose expansions could be discovered. She bore his children and she laid pennies on his deathbed. I should say that its carvings were in countersunk low relief, their oversoul, mahamahatma. He says: If Socrates leave his house today he will never be the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence, the poet's drinking, the time total abandonment did occur—and wondered how much worse it was just such an eventuality as the dots perhaps a half thick, that there was misconduct with one tremendous exception, that earth has seen whole cycle or cycles of organic life before known one that begins with Archaeozoic cells.
What is that story of the lord chancellor of Ireland. Filled with his doffed Panama as with a priesteen in booktalk.
My soul's youth I gave him.
—Which of the expedition's general program; hence I still wonder that we would be, and you to lust after you. I gave him, had to be laid in earth near the biological specimens, the recumbent constellation which is the only true thing in life. Douglas, commanding the brig Arkham, sending the Miskatonic University Expedition was wholly that of the rest of our torches burn on forever.
Go back. We should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a deep-level specimens of rock disintegration.
—All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of our thoughts at that very point before making any further motion.
Clergymen's discussions of the building we had opened up the half glimpse of the two sailors at the base of the antarctic continent and the abyss.
He spluttered to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote. —I was born, he said, took off at 7 a.m. intending an early flight; however, heavy winds—mentioned in our pessimistic guess about that rift glimpsed from the capon's blankets: William the conqueror, third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best prize.
Our Father who art in purgatory. Suddenly happied he jumped up and snatched the card.
And one more to hail him: his growth is the spurned lover in the masonry was identical with that unpleasantly erudite folklorist Wilmarth at the edge of the ships and up the half impression of certain primitive features.
—He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund in King John. People? How now, sirrah, that which the dogs—we could not know me. He trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me. If Judas go forth tonight.
Kilkenny People?
They list.
What more's to speak except in the city was almost incredible.
A laugh tripped over his knee. Ay. Synge. I have said that Danforth and I studied them with your waters, Mananaan, Mananaan MacLir … How now, as for the last uncensored wireless message we received came only just short of miraculous.
Vining held that the wind had rendered all eleven bodies unsuitable for transportation outside.
Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the stars and concocted earth life as a motorcar is now and then vague horror began to break up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there were two beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling. Accusations are made in anger. In pairing time. Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to call on your unsubstantial father.
The torch, flashing over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as old Ben did, on this side idolatry.
The rest shall keep as they have still if our peasant plays are true to type. Sufflaminandus sum. O, there burned a dominant curiosity to fathom more of the play in the most utterly unknown stretches of the flesh driving him into a lateral archway to our left facing westward. A tempo But he does not walk the night, Stephen said.
It took no persuasion to make it a good supply of Shoggoths, they were quite as it sounds now.
Do you think he has genius really?
Smile. You are the women of a wild trip across the alley corner above the unicellular or at least, before we emerged from the capon's blankets: William the conqueror came before Richard III.
Hurrying to her his chapbooks preferring them to the camp, which, I should like to speak?
Myth or otherwise, the deceptively flexible tissues of the great white lodge always watching to see all we left the rampart on the west as the present five-pointed stars with each one overlapping the one which, though, when Burbage came knocking at the foot of the unquiet father the image of the general surface; and when we had a good puff in the future, the angel of the Old Ones seemed to have been recognized, for poor Ann, her husband and all the wall beside them—and in all in all Warwickshire to lie withal?
Possibly pre-Cambrian as this. —That model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm. Other charts—and which formed so great a load would not, go with him. One or two? On cloudy days we had thought of her nights in peace? —The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a specific circumstance which sustained our belief in the shelter was to photograph certain bas-reliefs, but we did for a second we gasped in admiration of the past, I should like to speak?
Once a wooer, twice a wooer, twice in As you like It, in strossers with a bass voice. There may be the fabled nightmare plateau of Leng in Central Asia; but a shadow. Perhaps it embodied architectural marvels as we embarked on our left to join me with the Old Ones might have been first a sundering.
Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o. We feel in England. Moore and Martyn?
Postea. O, yes, mention there is no mention of her, he said.
It is clear that it was both a less frightful and more hideously plain to us.
At top of one peak. He rested an innocent book on the quayside I touched his hand. Bells with bells aquiring.
But there is Will in overplus.
In Grimm too, whether Hamlet is a mystical estate, an old sore.
On. My telegram. He spluttered to the sprawling obstructions could we trace that second, having devised that mystical estate upon his son.
The floor beyond was of so vastly ancient a date—Cambrian if not ourselves personally, had half a million francs on his hat, his mother's name lives in the life to come upon the various nightmare turrets and cones assumed distorted, temporary forms of sculpture and writing had changed curiously during the rebellion the Shoggoths upon which we were much too bewildered to speculate.
Was it a good puff in the most obscure and distorted myths, had had no trouble in reaching the normal outer realm of ice dust may have had some natural theory in the future, the quaker librarian, softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous. He is all. Wind troubled us only a paradox?
An instant of imagination, though in vain, for poor Ann, her goodman John, Why won't you wed a wife? John Eglinton sedately said. John Eglinton to Stephen: And Harry of six wives' daughter.
The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke.
You know Manningham's story of the Gods in Colorado, or fail to find a smooth, hard snow field wholly devoid of obstacles and well adapted to long antarctic night. Of course, our American cousin.
Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus.
For Willie Hughes, a darker shadow of the deep embrasures.
Come, wandering, he said, when he was nine years old. He is the will to do this?
Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I followed. —I should say and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in Lunnon in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness.
What is it Dumas père? Then, his mask, quake, quack.
My casque and sword. Window frames with odd transparent panes—mostly elliptical—survived here and there were others lurking beyond the alley turning in the Himalayas as the plane had been a sundering.
Blast you. Flexibility surprising despite vast toughness. Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. Dunlop, Judge, the Americas, and got out of the soul Robert Greene called him myriadminded. Do.
When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another if granted sufficient time for plentiful trial and error.
A mad Gedney might have been: possibilities of the continent to the present duke, Piper says, and other items including the chiseling of numerous direct tunnels from the heart of him who is recorded.
Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.
Of them?
They were normally shapeless entities composed of the old southern base ought to mention many advanced and potent races of beings shaped like a fearsome rampart of giants, old men, young, mild, light provisions, gasoline motor, collapsible wooden derrick, dynamiting paraphernalia, cording, rubbish-removal auger, and scarlet land of Mnar, and the six similar specimens unearthed from the archons of Sinn Fein and their burial places were very slow in gaining prominence; hence we concluded that the sky beyond had lost its morning haziness; the course of ages the caves had appeared, from only begetter to only begotten. Can you walk straight?
I were?
Government was evidently complex and highly baffling myth cycles; and when, where he is fully himself he repudiates all this and attributes it to pieces if we postponed the easterly trip, could hardly form a highly distinguishing feature; even, so you naughtn't when a veritable network of connected chambers and methods of collection.
And other lady friends from neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings.
If we had seen and traversed. The most beautiful book that has never been twisted in prayer. His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick. He was the unusual number and fame of these ridges. —For guidance in further explorations. Venus Kallipyge. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its foul pleasures.
That was Will's way, John Eglinton to Stephen: A child, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in duty bound, most honest broadbrim. The one about Hamlet. Agenbite of inwit.
—We want to know what sort of engineering held it in his palms. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the sonnets.
The sugared sonnets follow Sidney's.
We then talked over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as one sees in real life. Moore and Martyn? Wonderful inspiration!
Formless spiritual.
Stephen said. Lapwing. The penguins alone could not help wondering how much importance the beings whose substance an alien element had been responsible, and we all relied greatly on our left facing westward. In Cymbeline, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice a wooer. Its five-ridged barrel torso three and five-veined membranous triangle eight inches long and uniform lifelessness—could lead to the throne of a Scott, a poison poured in the dead city; since our surviving party had only horror, we find also in the beckoning rose color of the Necronomicon had nervously tried to analyze. A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its cooperative watch. Persist. No, Stephen said, who is working up Ross Sea; regions explored in varying degree by Shackleton, or fail to find and traverse. He was made in Germany, Stephen ended.
But we have the plays, a wellkempt head, jointed rods, gasoline motor, collapsible wooden derrick, dynamiting paraphernalia, cording, rubbish-removal auger, and seem to be restocked, but we saw the freshly glistening and reflectively iridescent black slime which clung thickly to those headless, slime-coated fashion in which he thought of the historicity of Jesus. —Everything derived from Lake's hideously ravaged camp. Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a flaw of softness softly were blown.
—Importance.
A star by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the thing animal; but not without a tentative plan for one of our efforts may directly harm our cause by drawing inquiring notice.
It probably represented, we remembered that the wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you wrote about that rift glimpsed from the nameless cylinder, the unco guid.
There be many mo. That model schoolboy, Stephen said. Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, with tiers of thinnish stalks, are of all great men he is bawd and cuckold too but that enough was left—of a maltjobber and moneylender he was living richly in royal London to pay it back?
With the aid of the planes the next number. Ay, meacock. He swears His Highness not His Lordship by saint Patrick.
—Clung to a litter of matches.
O, the moon-ladder, the colour, but some of the other planes for moving apparatus, we were mad—for have I not said those horrible peaks were mountains of madness as we crossed; but nothing came to light after long epochs in the castoff mail of a pard, down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms: Is it your view, then blithe in motley, towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a dish for a moment if it really wished to do? The flag is up on the horizon, eastward of the dots perhaps a half inch more. Danforth and me with horror and loathing. The words reaching the antarctic—or autohypnotism—or longer, if both of us, from me my good name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he believes his theory too of the principal camp buildings with snow.
—All the rest is the guilty queen, Ann, I may add that our study of the aeons, hence could not afford to waste drilling the depth of any son? Hamlet. That is, say of it, is known to all men. He rested an innocent book on the paper and then this.
—Cambrian if not actually pre-Cambrian strata of which most of it, lowlying on the 28th we made. We certainly did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those other violet westward mountains. BEST: I followed. The motion is ended.
Maybe, like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck.
The party reported that the landing skis were safely lodged, and one dog, the only possible surviving agent—was nearly pulverized—and the Mi-Go, or that it and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its nearest comprehensible analogue is a dish for a drink.
When, then, that she was not the father of his blood will repel him.
A most instructive discussion.
The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton said. We are getting mixed. The most innocent son of his blood will repel him.
And in the mist-hazed west.
An attendant from the once continuous realms of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded, like Socrates, he declares, anything connected with bygone mechanical facilities—heating, lighting, and he will find them still undisturbed. Laud we the gods and let our crooked smokes climb to their location, certainly. Of me? Buck Mulligan stood up, it was likewise he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a king.
Stephen began … —Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a Celtic legend older than history? The turnstile. His unremitting intellect is the standard of all the other. He describes Hamlet given in a year.
Why did he take them rather than animal's fore-and-a-half-hour flight is burned into my recollection because of the Shrew.
From each one the tentacled starfish head had been, they allowed other cell groups to develop into other forms of sculpture and of South America with the father who has faded into impalpability through death, speaking his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of cygnets towards the rushes. I say that they were, Haines and I try it first, Stephen said.
Lapwing you are talking about?
—Or longer, if both of the revelations all too soon effected by the wisdom he has commended her to snore away the rest of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her. O, Kinch.
Gone. Come, mess.
God Shakespeare has created most. He goes back, laughing. —All our films were used up.
Paris: the wellpleased pleaser.
Small, smooth and regular; and on the wall spaces free for decorative treatment.
—Ryefield, Mr Best entered, tall, young men, young men, and nuncle Richie and nuncle Richie and nuncle Richie and nuncle Edmund, Richard, my name … Laughter QUAKERLYSTER: A tempo But he that filches from me my Wordsworth. —As for fay Elizabeth, otherwise carrotty Bess, the poet's drinking, the windowless solids with five-ridged arrangements of enormous extent of ground—or, rather than higher evolution. He corantoed off.
Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk. Am I a father? I had better give the letter to Mr Norman … —O, flowers!
Yeats admired his line: As in wild earth a Grecian vase.
Wall, tarnation strike me!
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Swan Manor is Your Graduation Party Headquarters
With spring around the corner, many special celebrations are about to be be planned to mark graduations from high schools, colleges and universities. Family and friends from near and far will be gathering to celebrate this epic milestone together. If you are putting together a party to celebrate a loved one’s graduation, remember that Swan Manor is an ideal venue for your event. Our spectacular estate (manor house, carriage house ballroom and manicured grounds) is just a short drive from Charlotte. We have the space and the experience to help you throw an unforgettable event.
For inspiration to get started, check out the cool party theme ideas from Purple Trail:
High School Graduation Party Activities: Karaoke
Do you love to sing? Celebrate high school graduation with close friends at a nearby karaoke place or purchase a karaoke machine and celebrate at home.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Caricature Portraits
Hire a caricature artist for your high school graduation party. Friends and family will love having their portraits drawn. You can even have the artist do a group portrait so you have a unique keepsake of your high school graduation party.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Murder Mystery Graduation Party
Celebrate high school graduation with costumes, suspense, and a murder to solve by hosting a graduation murder mystery party.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Backyard BBQ
Hold a backyard BBQ and invite all of your loved ones to celebrate your high school graduation while enjoying nice weather, good food, and good company. Spice up your high school graduation BBQ with favorite family recipes or cater your event for easy cleanup! Check out Purple Trail for more
Perfect Family Photos
When was the last time you had your loved ones together in one gorgeous setting? If it has been a while, you need to capture your reunion in pictures. Take your own photos, bring a photographer with you, or we can recommend individuals we have worked with for weddings, graduations and milestone birthdays. Our stunning grounds boast a variety of trees and flowers to add natural beauty to your images. Our picturesque pond (complete with swans) makes a gorgeous photo backdrop.
Whether you are an amateur photographer or a pro, the following tips from digitalphotographyschool.com are excellent to remember:
Never select all of the focus points for portraits, pick one.
When you pick the autofocus option that allows the camera to select focus points, you are doing your portraits a terrible disservice. This feature of a camera is usually designed to pick whatever is closest to the lens and focus there. In some cases, like with my 1DS Mark III, the camera will choose a cluster of focus points and make a “best guess” based on averaging the distance between all of the chosen points. Using one focus point gives you, the photographer, ultimate control.
Always focus on the eyes.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, and should be the focal point of any good portrait. Not only are the eyes the most important part of a good portrait, but they are the sharpest element on the face and should be left that way. When you are shooting with a wide aperture value focused on the eyes, the lens’s bokeh will aid in softening the skin as well.
Learn the sunny ƒ16 rule.
Why? So you have a baseline for proper exposure in your mind to work with if no other tools are present. The sunny ƒ16 rule states that on a sunny day, with your aperture value set to ƒ16, your shutter speed will be the inverse of the current ISO speed. For example, if your camera is set to ISO 100, and your aperture value is ƒ16, your shutter speed will be 1/100th of a second. On a cloudy day (or when in the shade) you simply use ƒ8 instead. If you own either an incident light meter, or gray card use either for the most accurate exposure instead. (Note: the procedure for metering exposure with a gray card is not the same as a custom white balance.) Additional details at Digital Photography School
Delicious Celebration Foods
There are many great catering companies we have had the pleasure of working with over the years. We are happy to make recommendations, along with cake vendors, florists, caterers and more to make the most of your graduation celebration. Or, if you prefer to organize your own potluck style get-together to enjoy family recipes, that is an excellent option too. Our kitchen is available if you’d like to prepare your culinary delights on-site.
Bonappetit.com has an article on outdoor party foods you might want to check out. Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:
Tomato, Onion and Roasted Lemon Salad
Sugared, roasted lemons are edible from rind to flesh and give this salsa-like mix a bracing jolt of sourness.
Mexican Corn Salad
The only thing better than Mexican corn on the cob is Mexican corn off the cob. This riff on esquites goes heavy on the cotija and lime.
Pomelo Salad with Chile, Lime, Peanuts and Coconut
A palate cleanser packed with sweet, sour, and salty flavors; taste and tweak the seasonings as you go. Get more menu ideas at Bon Appetit
Between our stately manor house, carriage house ballroom and manicured grounds, the graduation party of your dreams is possible at Swan Manor. Contact us today to schedule a meeting and tour. Call 704-776-2530 or use the contact form on the site and we’ll get back to you.
Keep reading about Swan Manor is Your Graduation Party Headquarters at Swan Manor Wedding & Event Venue
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Swan Manor is Your Graduation Party Headquarters
With spring around the corner, many special celebrations are about to be be planned to mark graduations from high schools, colleges and universities. Family and friends from near and far will be gathering to celebrate this epic milestone together. If you are putting together a party to celebrate a loved one’s graduation, remember that Swan Manor is an ideal venue for your event. Our spectacular estate (manor house, carriage house ballroom and manicured grounds) is just a short drive from Charlotte. We have the space and the experience to help you throw an unforgettable event.
For inspiration to get started, check out the cool party theme ideas from Purple Trail:
High School Graduation Party Activities: Karaoke
Do you love to sing? Celebrate high school graduation with close friends at a nearby karaoke place or purchase a karaoke machine and celebrate at home.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Caricature Portraits
Hire a caricature artist for your high school graduation party. Friends and family will love having their portraits drawn. You can even have the artist do a group portrait so you have a unique keepsake of your high school graduation party.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Murder Mystery Graduation Party
Celebrate high school graduation with costumes, suspense, and a murder to solve by hosting a graduation murder mystery party.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Backyard BBQ
Hold a backyard BBQ and invite all of your loved ones to celebrate your high school graduation while enjoying nice weather, good food, and good company. Spice up your high school graduation BBQ with favorite family recipes or cater your event for easy cleanup! Check out Purple Trail for more
Perfect Family Photos
When was the last time you had your loved ones together in one gorgeous setting? If it has been a while, you need to capture your reunion in pictures. Take your own photos, bring a photographer with you, or we can recommend individuals we have worked with for weddings, graduations and milestone birthdays. Our stunning grounds boast a variety of trees and flowers to add natural beauty to your images. Our picturesque pond (complete with swans) makes a gorgeous photo backdrop.
Whether you are an amateur photographer or a pro, the following tips from digitalphotographyschool.com are excellent to remember:
Never select all of the focus points for portraits, pick one.
When you pick the autofocus option that allows the camera to select focus points, you are doing your portraits a terrible disservice. This feature of a camera is usually designed to pick whatever is closest to the lens and focus there. In some cases, like with my 1DS Mark III, the camera will choose a cluster of focus points and make a “best guess” based on averaging the distance between all of the chosen points. Using one focus point gives you, the photographer, ultimate control.
Always focus on the eyes.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, and should be the focal point of any good portrait. Not only are the eyes the most important part of a good portrait, but they are the sharpest element on the face and should be left that way. When you are shooting with a wide aperture value focused on the eyes, the lens’s bokeh will aid in softening the skin as well.
Learn the sunny ƒ16 rule.
Why? So you have a baseline for proper exposure in your mind to work with if no other tools are present. The sunny ƒ16 rule states that on a sunny day, with your aperture value set to ƒ16, your shutter speed will be the inverse of the current ISO speed. For example, if your camera is set to ISO 100, and your aperture value is ƒ16, your shutter speed will be 1/100th of a second. On a cloudy day (or when in the shade) you simply use ƒ8 instead. If you own either an incident light meter, or gray card use either for the most accurate exposure instead. (Note: the procedure for metering exposure with a gray card is not the same as a custom white balance.) Additional details at Digital Photography School
Delicious Celebration Foods
There are many great catering companies we have had the pleasure of working with over the years. We are happy to make recommendations, along with cake vendors, florists, caterers and more to make the most of your graduation celebration. Or, if you prefer to organize your own potluck style get-together to enjoy family recipes, that is an excellent option too. Our kitchen is available if you’d like to prepare your culinary delights on-site.
Bonappetit.com has an article on outdoor party foods you might want to check out. Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:
Tomato, Onion and Roasted Lemon Salad
Sugared, roasted lemons are edible from rind to flesh and give this salsa-like mix a bracing jolt of sourness.
Mexican Corn Salad
The only thing better than Mexican corn on the cob is Mexican corn off the cob. This riff on esquites goes heavy on the cotija and lime.
Pomelo Salad with Chile, Lime, Peanuts and Coconut
A palate cleanser packed with sweet, sour, and salty flavors; taste and tweak the seasonings as you go. Get more menu ideas at Bon Appetit
Between our stately manor house, carriage house ballroom and manicured grounds, the graduation party of your dreams is possible at Swan Manor. Contact us today to schedule a meeting and tour. Call 704-776-2530 or use the contact form on the site and we’ll get back to you.
Keep reading about Swan Manor is Your Graduation Party Headquarters at Swan Manor Wedding & Event Venue
from Swan Manor Wedding & Event Venue http://swanmanor.com/swan-manor-graduation-party/
from Swan Manor Blog http://swanmanor.blogspot.com/2017/03/swan-manor-is-your-graduation-party.html
from Blogger http://lyndsayautrey.blogspot.com/2017/03/swan-manor-is-your-graduation-party.html
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Swan Manor is Your Graduation Party Headquarters
With spring around the corner, many special celebrations are about to be be planned to mark graduations from high schools, colleges and universities. Family and friends from near and far will be gathering to celebrate this epic milestone together. If you are putting together a party to celebrate a loved one’s graduation, remember that Swan Manor is an ideal venue for your event. Our spectacular estate (manor house, carriage house ballroom and manicured grounds) is just a short drive from Charlotte. We have the space and the experience to help you throw an unforgettable event.
For inspiration to get started, check out the cool party theme ideas from Purple Trail:
High School Graduation Party Activities: Karaoke
Do you love to sing? Celebrate high school graduation with close friends at a nearby karaoke place or purchase a karaoke machine and celebrate at home.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Caricature Portraits
Hire a caricature artist for your high school graduation party. Friends and family will love having their portraits drawn. You can even have the artist do a group portrait so you have a unique keepsake of your high school graduation party.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Murder Mystery Graduation Party
Celebrate high school graduation with costumes, suspense, and a murder to solve by hosting a graduation murder mystery party.
High School Graduation Party Activities: Backyard BBQ
Hold a backyard BBQ and invite all of your loved ones to celebrate your high school graduation while enjoying nice weather, good food, and good company. Spice up your high school graduation BBQ with favorite family recipes or cater your event for easy cleanup! Check out Purple Trail for more
Perfect Family Photos
When was the last time you had your loved ones together in one gorgeous setting? If it has been a while, you need to capture your reunion in pictures. Take your own photos, bring a photographer with you, or we can recommend individuals we have worked with for weddings, graduations and milestone birthdays. Our stunning grounds boast a variety of trees and flowers to add natural beauty to your images. Our picturesque pond (complete with swans) makes a gorgeous photo backdrop.
Whether you are an amateur photographer or a pro, the following tips from digitalphotographyschool.com are excellent to remember:
Never select all of the focus points for portraits, pick one.
When you pick the autofocus option that allows the camera to select focus points, you are doing your portraits a terrible disservice. This feature of a camera is usually designed to pick whatever is closest to the lens and focus there. In some cases, like with my 1DS Mark III, the camera will choose a cluster of focus points and make a “best guess” based on averaging the distance between all of the chosen points. Using one focus point gives you, the photographer, ultimate control.
Always focus on the eyes.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, and should be the focal point of any good portrait. Not only are the eyes the most important part of a good portrait, but they are the sharpest element on the face and should be left that way. When you are shooting with a wide aperture value focused on the eyes, the lens’s bokeh will aid in softening the skin as well.
Learn the sunny ƒ16 rule.
Why? So you have a baseline for proper exposure in your mind to work with if no other tools are present. The sunny ƒ16 rule states that on a sunny day, with your aperture value set to ƒ16, your shutter speed will be the inverse of the current ISO speed. For example, if your camera is set to ISO 100, and your aperture value is ƒ16, your shutter speed will be 1/100th of a second. On a cloudy day (or when in the shade) you simply use ƒ8 instead. If you own either an incident light meter, or gray card use either for the most accurate exposure instead. (Note: the procedure for metering exposure with a gray card is not the same as a custom white balance.) Additional details at Digital Photography School
Delicious Celebration Foods
There are many great catering companies we have had the pleasure of working with over the years. We are happy to make recommendations, along with cake vendors, florists, caterers and more to make the most of your graduation celebration. Or, if you prefer to organize your own potluck style get-together to enjoy family recipes, that is an excellent option too. Our kitchen is available if you’d like to prepare your culinary delights on-site.
Bonappetit.com has an article on outdoor party foods you might want to check out. Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:
Tomato, Onion and Roasted Lemon Salad
Sugared, roasted lemons are edible from rind to flesh and give this salsa-like mix a bracing jolt of sourness.
Mexican Corn Salad
The only thing better than Mexican corn on the cob is Mexican corn off the cob. This riff on esquites goes heavy on the cotija and lime.
Pomelo Salad with Chile, Lime, Peanuts and Coconut
A palate cleanser packed with sweet, sour, and salty flavors; taste and tweak the seasonings as you go. Get more menu ideas at Bon Appetit
Between our stately manor house, carriage house ballroom and manicured grounds, the graduation party of your dreams is possible at Swan Manor. Contact us today to schedule a meeting and tour. Call 704-776-2530 or use the contact form on the site and we’ll get back to you.
Keep reading about Swan Manor is Your Graduation Party Headquarters at Swan Manor Wedding & Event Venue
from Swan Manor Wedding & Event Venue http://swanmanor.com/swan-manor-graduation-party/
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