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lillahimmel · 4 years

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Astrid Lindgren

I haven’t made a list about other materials in a while, so I thought I’d list some Swedish literature. Keep in mind that I’ll start with children’s books.

Masterposts are too heavy so I’ll make a series instead!

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Pippi Långstrump (Pippi Longstocking)

“Tommy and his sister Annika have a new neighbor, and her name is Pippi Longstocking. She has crazy red pigtails, no parents to tell her what to do, a horse that lives on her porch, and a flair for the outrageous that seems to lead to one adventure after another!”

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Alla vi barn i Bullerbyn (The Children of Noisy Village)

“In the tiny hamlet of Noisy Village, there are three properties, North Farm, Middle Farm and South Farm, and six children live there: Lisa and Lars and Pip and Britta and Anna and Ollie. They play and play, and have fun nearly all the time. It’s wonderful sleeping in the hay, getting dressed up and going to school – and having fun on the way there and back!“

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Nils Karlsson Pyssling

A collection of short stories about children and how in some of them they meet new friends in a fantasyworld.

Except Nils Karlsson Pyssling, the book contains the tales I skymningslandet, Allrakäraste syster, Ingen rövare finns i skogen, Peter och Petra, Lustig-Gök, En natt i maj, Prinsessan som inte ville leka och Mirabell.

I skymningslandet (In the Land of Twilight)

“Göran has an injured leg and he gets bored spending so much time in bed. But when his mother turns out the light at dusk, Mr Lilyvale knocks on the window and takes him to the Land of Twilight. Göran and Mr Lilyvale walk and fly around Stockholm when people from the daytime world are sleeping. Göran drives a tram and a bus. It doesn’t matter that he has a bad leg in the Land of Twilight. They eat candy that grows on trees in the park, play with bear cubs and meet a moose. They even visit the King and Queen in the royal palace. At the end of their journey each night, Mr Lilyvale takes Göran home just before his mother comes in and turns on the light.“

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Allra käraste syster (Most Beloved Sister)

“Barbara has a secret friend who lives in the garden. It's her twin sister, Ylva-li, and Barbara doesn't have to share her with her papa or mama or brother. What's even better is that Ylva-li calls Barbara her "Most Beloved Sister." Together, the girls bravely ride their horses through the Great Horrible Forest, where the nasty Frights live, to visit the Kind Ones in the meadow. The Kind Ones always give them cookies and caramels. And best of all, Barbara and Ylva-li go to the Most Beautiful Valley in the World, where the trees and the flowers sing.“

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Mirabell (Mirabelle)

“Six-year-old Britta very much wants a doll, but her parents can't afford one. One evening an odd little old man arrives driving a horse and cart. Britta opens the gate for him, and he thanks her by giving her a little yellow seed, with instructions to plant it, water it, and she'll see something very funny. To her astonishment, a doll begins to grow in her garden After harvesting, Britta learns that her new doll is much more special than she could ever have guessed.”

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Mio, min Mio (Mio’s Kingdom)

“With help from a genie, young Karl Anders Nilsson travels by day and night, beyond the stars, to reach Farawayland. There, his father the King, who has been searching for him for nine long years, tells him his true name is Mio, and lavishes upon him the loving attention he never received from his foster parents back in Stockholm. Mio learns of a prophecy that has been foretold for thousand of years. With his best friend Pompoo, and his horse with the golden mane, Miramis, he must travel into the darkness of Outer Land to battle the cruel Sir Kato.”

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Lillebror och Karlsson på taket (Karlsson on the Roof)

“Imagine Smidge's delight when, one day, a little man with a propeller on his back appears hovering at the window! It's Karlson and he lives in a house on the roof. Soon Smidge and Karlson are sharing all sorts of adventures, from tackling thieves and playing tricks to looping the loop and running across the rooftops. Fun and chaos burst from these charming, classic stories.“

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Rasmus på luffen (Rasmus and the Vagabond)

“Dreaming of a home of his own, Rasmus runs away from the orphanage and meets Paradise Oscar, a remarkable tramp who takes Rasmus along on his travels, where they encounter adventure from both robbers and police.“

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Sunnanäng

A fairytale collection, contains four short stories.

Sunnanäng (The Red Bird)

“Two very different orphans, Matthew and Anna, are sent to live with the stern farmer in Myra. The work is hard; the food is scarce; the days are cold. But then Anna and Matthew follow the red bird to Sunnymead, where they find hope, sunshine, and in the end, freedom.”

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Spelar min lind, sjunger min näktergal (My Nightingale is Singing)

“Maria finds a miraculous way to bring beauty and joy into the lives of the poor and elderly who live in the poorhouse and to share some of her own love of nature with others.“

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Madicken (Mardie)

“Seven-year-old Mardie lives with her family; her Mum, Dad, little sister Lisbet and their housemaid Alva, in a big, beautiful house called ‘Junedale’, in a Swedish provincial town during the First World War. Mardie wants to be a good and well-mannered girl, but it isn’t always easy. The world is just so full of exciting things to do, try and explore.

Mardie is fearless and she often ends up in somewhat sticky situations that she has to use all her wits to get out of. She climbs trees, flies aeroplanes and jumps off roofs. But more than anything Mardie is sensitive and has a big heart. From her privileged position she observes the world and notices all the suffering and injustices. She has an endless capacity for empathy and kindness. In that regard she practises what her Dad, the radical newspaper editor, writes about in his paper – solidarity with the poor and vulnerable.“

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Lotta på Bråkmakaregatan (The Children on Troublemaker Street)

“Look out -- here comes trouble! Jonas, Maria, and Lotta Nyman don't mean to make trouble, but because their idea of fun is to stick salami on the windows, keep the water running from the kitchen faucet until the sink overflows, and lower meatballs down through the chimney, trouble just seems to follow them.... With the Nyman kids around, anything can happen!“

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Emil i Lönneberga (Emil of Lonneberga)

“Whether he's teaching his pet pig to dance, being chased by a mad cow or wrestling a robber, Emil's adventures never stop. Hens, dogs, little sisters - and adults - all flee his path. But Emil doesn't mean to be bad, it's just that trouble - and fun - follow him wherever he goes.“

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Vi på Saltkråkan (Seacrow Island)

“The four Melkerson children are a little bit worried on reaching Seacrow Island, where their father has rented a cottage for the whole summer without even setting eyes on it. On the boat a man told Pelle, the youngest Melkerson, that the cottage’s roof leaks. They disembark in the pouring rain. Seacrow Island, however, turns out to be full of all sorts of wonderful surprises. Pelle loves animals, and here he finds Bosun, the most gigantic dog he’s ever seen, along with his irrepressible owner, Tjorven. Johan and Niklas meet Teddy and Freddy, two girls, as it turns out, who know all about boats and exploring. As for nineteen-year-old Malin, she falls in love for the first time. By the end of the summer, all four children and their father know that Seacrow Island is home.“

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Bröderna Lejonhjärta (The Brothers Lionheart)

“The two main characters are two brothers; the older Jonatan and the younger Karl. The two brothers' surname was originally Lion, but they are generally known as Lionheart. Karl's nickname is Skorpan (Rusky) since Jonatan likes these typical Swedish toasts or crusts. In Nangijala, a land in "the campfires and storytelling days", the brothers experience adventures. Together with a resistance group they lead the struggle against the evil Tengil, who rules with the aid of the fearsome fire-breathing dragon, Katla.”

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Ronja Rövardotter (Ronia, the Robber's Daughter)

“Ronia, who lives with her father and his band of robbers in a castle in the woods, causes trouble when she befriends the son of a rival robber chieftain.“

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icenicemice · 5 years

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To Geneopia and Back

Eclipse

Age: 25

Twin: Astrid (younger by 22.3 seconds)

Species: Geneopian

Eclipse is a defect. Woman her age are supposed to be 8 feet tall, strong, and fast. She is not, nobody knows why, but they assume it was just a malfunction during birth

Personality: sarcastic, annoyed, responsible, defensive, careless, brave, chill, smart

Astrid

Age: 25

Twin: Eclipse (older by 22.3 seconds)

Speices: Geneopian

Astrid is a high political figure. His dad was very close to the king, so that gave him more of a chance. That's why he's allowed to have a staff

Personality: bubbly, pure, joyful, careless, offensive, brave, protective, energetic, stupid

Ora

Age: 2

Parents: ???

Species: Geneopian

Ora is a very silent girl, probably because she doesnt have a mouth. She is also a defect. Since its difficult for her to consume food, she is very thin and weak. Luckily Eclipse and Astrid are very kind to her, and treat her as their sister.

Skylar O'Hara

Age: 34

Species: duck

Skylar has always loved space. She dreamed of becoming an astronaut as a kid. She spent her early adult life studying to get into a local space program. She was accepted, and was the best on her team. The program ended up being a space station. She was planning for a mission, but something went wrong. She got pregnant. It threw things off, but after her kid was born she was sent into space. Sky swore she would come back and be a good mom, but something went wrong (again). The low budget space ship malfunctioned agter being hit by an asteroid. She crashed onto a green, plant filled, planet. She thought she was one Earth....but something was different. 1) the oxygen was funny, and needed filtered to be breathable 2) no water 3) there was huge moon that took up half the sky, not to mention the weird color of it-

Personality: curious, adventurous, hopeful, dreamer, determined, friendly, rude, irresponsible

Pippi (Pippernla) O'Hara

Age: 10

Species: duck?

Pippi never met her mom. Well, she was told she met her once, but not many people remember who they met 2 seconds after being born. She was also told her mother was dead, lost in space, a goner. And her dad was unknown. But she looked past all of that, and trys to be positive. She lives with her Aunt Wendy and Uncle Sabby, along with her cousins. Since all of her cousins are boys older then her, she gets hand-me-down baseball tees to wear. It's very crowded, and she doenst get much positive attention, but that still doesn't slow her mood. Espacially when she met her best friend, Huey! Sure, he was not much fun most of the time and wouldn't let her believe in much mythical creatures, but he was great! Hey met cause Uncle Sabby works at the McDuck building, he's been a intern there for years. So Pippi spends a lot of time at his work, and that's where she met Huey. His brothers ae nice to her, and Webby and Pippi are practically twins.

She lost her leg in a car accident with a drunk taxi driver when she was 4

Crush: Huey Duck

Friends: Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Ariel(@webby-dings-reblogs), Faith(@creative-reblogs), Mystic(@vickyluvsducks), Lula(@lelula1) (only if yall want of course)

Personality: bubbly, pure, energetic, reckless, clumsy, adventurous, determined, optimist, dreamer, brutally honest, rude, messy, violent, an idiot

BTW: I'm deleting Phoebe and Phineas O'Sullifeather, if anyone wants them let me know!

#ducktales oc #pippi o'hara #skylar o'hara #geneopia #eclipse and astrid #eclipse #astrid #ora #ducktales 2017 #ducktales

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sceptilemasterr · 5 years

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ES Act 2, Scene 1 - A Mystery Solved

Title: Endless Summer: The (un)Official Screenplay

Main Pairings: Estela x Ian (M!MC), Jake x Alyssa (F!MC)

Other Pairings: Craig x Zahra, Grace x Aleister, Michelle x Sean, Diego x Varyyn

Genre: Full Rewrite

Rating: PG-13 for swearing, violence, alcohol, and sexuality

Summary: The next morning, amidst heavy tensions, Lila discovers what might have happened to the guests.

Previous Scene: Party Crasher

Masterlist: Link

Note: Yes, I am splitting the acts differently from the Choices version, to keep them more in line with the screenwriting convention of “act” placement! Also, looks like the sibling rivalry’s starting to brew this chapter...

INT. CELESTIAL RESTAURANT - MORNING

Everyone is seated at the tables, eating breakfast. Sean sits with Craig, Raj, Michelle, and Diego at one table, while Jake sits with Aleister, Grace, Zahra, Alyssa, and Quinn at another. Estela sits by herself, well apart from the others, and Lila is nowhere to be found. Most of them are nursing hangovers of varying severity.

JAKE: God dammit... Pippi, pass the coffee, would you?

Quinn hands him a full coffee pot. He refills his cup.

JAKE: Gonna need twelve more cups to get rid of this headache.

ALYSSA: I just want to sleep for a week.

ZAHRA: Ughhhhh...

At Sean’s table, Michelle slides a full glass of water over to Diego.

MICHELLE: Diego. Seriously. You need water.

DIEGO: I don’t feel like drinking anything after last night.

MICHELLE: Trust me. You need to hydrate.

CRAIG: Yo, Meech, does that really help?

MICHELLE: Of course it does! Here.

She passes Craig the pitcher of water. He starts drinking straight out of the pitcher.

MICHELLE: Ugh. Craig, no, don’t drink too fast, you’re gonna-

Craig suddenly doubles over and vomits some water onto the carpet beside him.

MICHELLE: ...Yeah. That.

SEAN (sighing): I’ll go clean it up...

RAJ: I know what you dudes need! Be right back!

Raj gets up and heads back into the kitchen. Ian enters from the lobby, rubbing his eyes.

IAN: Morning everyone-

The room goes quiet when he enters. Ian stops.

JAKE: Hey, look. It’s “The Boy Who Cried Monster.”

ALYSSA: I am never gonna forget your scream as long as I live. If only I’d recorded it!

IAN: ‘Lyss, come on, do you really think-

ZAHRA: You shut that party down faster than the cops!

IAN: Look, I wasn’t lying! There really was something out there, and if you want to pretend like things haven’t been weird since we got here, then-

ALYSSA: Calm down, Ian, it was just a joke-

SEAN: Are we really doing this right, now, guys?

DIEGO: Can’t we all just calm down? Does it really matter?

Ian shakes his head in frustration and walks to the counter.

IAN (muttering): I’m not crazy.

Raj emerges from the kitchen, holding a large plate of something that looks like omelets stuffed with oysters, banana, pickles, and other strange ingredients.

RAJ: Presenting... the Raj Hangover Cure 9000!

He frowns when he notices the awkward silence in the room.

RAJ: Something wrong, dudes?

Ian says nothing, but takes a few cold pancakes from the counter and puts them onto his plate. As he turns back toward the tables, Alyssa catches his eye and glares at him.

ALYSSA: Next time, just stay in your room, would you? At least then you don’t have to ruin everyone else’s fun, too.

IAN: Come on, ‘Lyss-

She shakes her head and looks away. Ian sighs and takes a seat at Sean’s table, between him and Diego.

SEAN: Hey, Ian, it’s all cool. Jake’s just bein’ a dick. As usual.

IAN: Thanks, Sean. I appreciate it.

Sean smiles at him as Raj sits back down on Diego’s other side, sliding his new dish over to Craig.

RAJ: There. Try that.

DIEGO: Uh... Raj, your cooking’s great and all, but I dunno if I’d trust that.

Michelle wrinkles her nose at the dish as Craig heaps some onto his plate.

CRAIG: Anythin’ to get rid of this stupid headache.

He starts scooping some into his mouth. Sean laughs.

SEAN: Better you than me!

CRAIG: It’s actually not bad! Y’all are missin’ out!

MICHELLE: Craig, you’ve eaten a rock before.

CRAIG: Hey, that was for ten bucks!

The door from the lobby swings open once again. The conversation dies down as Lila enters.

LILA: Good morning, everyone! I have a special announcement to make!

Everyone stares at her, most of them still too hungover to say much.

LILA: ...Right! Anyway, Jake! Remember when you asked me where everyone had gone?

JAKE: Bluhhhhh... Sure?

LILA: Yes! So, I’ve been looking for information in the staff offices all morning, and I found this!

She slams a set of papers down onto the table in front of Jake.

JAKE: Jeez, Dimples, not so hard-

He stops talking when he reads the heading of the top paper. Suddenly curious, he picks them up and starts skimming their contents.

JAKE: “Evacuation shelter... emergency alert system... in case of hurricanes, viral outbreaks, volcanic eruptions, or other natural disasters...” Hang on, this is-

LILA: Where everyone went! Exactly!

SEAN: Hold up. There hasn’t been any natural disaster here...

ALYSSA: I don’t see you with any better ideas!

JAKE: Thanks, Princess-

CRAIG: I dunno about you guys, but I ain’t going to no spooky-ass shelter-

JAKE: Shut it. Where’s this shelter? I don’t see a location or a map here...

LILA: Well, I haven’t actually been there, but I saw some signs along the trail earlier!

JAKE: Good enough for me. I’m going. I’m losin’ cash every second I waste here.

Jake stands up and walks over to join Lila.

ALEISTER: It does seem prudent to investigate the situation further. I shall come as well.

GRACE: Count me in too! I’ve been meaning to get a closer look at some of the local plant life on the island anyway.

QUINN: I’ll go too!

JAKE: ...Princess? You in?

Alyssa glances over at Ian once before nodding.

ALYSSA: Sure. What’s there to be afraid of?

DIEGO: Wait, you’re going too? Why?

Alyssa blushes and turns away.

ALYSSA (flustered): Diego! That’s- that’s not- None of your business!

Diego nudges Ian and smirks.

DIEGO: Looks like somebody’s got a crush on the dashing, handsome, rugged, sexy, charming, hunky, gorgeous-

ALYSSA (very quickly): O-KAY! Let’s go, everyone! Time’s a-wasting!

Ian smiles in spite of himself at Diego’s teasing.

JAKE: Alright, you cowards can stay here where it’s nice and safe. The rest of us, let’s head out!

He scowls at Sean before leaving the restaurant with the rest of his group. Sean shakes his head and leans his elbows on the table as Zahra walks over to join them.

SEAN: “Coward,” really? That guy’s really getting on my nerves.

IAN: ...I just hope they don’t run into that... that thing I saw.

CRAIG: Not that I don’t believe my bro, and he believes you... but, you sure it wasn’t just, like, a big reindeer or something?

MICHELLE: Reindeer? In a tropical jungle?!

CRAIG: ...Hey, it could happen. Right?

ZAHRA: No. No, it really couldn’t. Ian here probably just couldn’t handle his liquor, eh?

IAN (annoyed): I’m just about the only person here who didn’t drink anything last night! I know what I saw!

DIEGO: Well, I believe him-

CRAIG: ‘Course you do, you’re his best friend-

The group begins to argue once more, until Estela walks over to them and thumps the blunt end of her spear on the center of the table.

ESTELA: He’s telling the truth.

An awkward silence follows.

CRAIG: ...Who the hell are you, and how would you know?

Estela rolls up her pant leg, revealing her bandaged wound.

ESTELA: What do you think did this?

She leaves before any of them can utter another word. Ian glances after her gratefully.

ZAHRA: Well. Guess that settles it. Now if you’ll excuse me-

She collapses face-first onto the table, sound asleep.

Next Scene: The Princess and the Wolf

Tag List: @brightpinkpeppercorn @mysteli @edgydepressedchoicesthot @bbaba-yagaa @endlesshero1122 @endlessly-searching-for-you

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hieroglyphicsqiosang · 5 years

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The Long Bright Dark [English Version]chapter 1

A translation of the first chapter of my fic "The Long Bright Dark"

summary :

Marty knew he couldn't help but come back, just trying to catch the shadow of the past, though all was meaningless now.

Something about Marty around the divorce,2002 and after. Text without beta. Sorry for all the bad writings and mistakes.

chapter 1

This was Marty's sixth time back here.

He returned home that night and found Maggie waiting for him alone in the dark kitchen. The house was empty, in a dreadful silence. She spoke to him, with a smile of victory and contempt. He watched her lips move, her voice striking his ear drums, calm and clear,but he barely caught what she was saying. He found the girls had been sent to Maggie's parents' beforehand - She told him this morning that they would go to the cinema and damn,he didn't even doubt it. He had never seen her like this before. Her gentleness,her wisdom and elegance, all was gone. For the first time he saw the imprints of years on her face, the cold lines beside her lips showing scorn. That wasn't his wife,just a hurt woman,broken into pieces, but hatred made her strong, cruel and malicious. He couldn't believe she became so horrible — he didn't know which one was the real Maggie, the warm harbor and pillar of his family, or the cold Nemesis of revenge. Fear overwhelmed his anger. She watched him collapse, tasting his pain until satisfied, then picked up her keys and left. He heard the slam of the front door, but still lying on the cold kitchen floor, feeling all his strength was washed away.

What kind of anger and resentment drove her into this - decisively destroyed all her goodness in his heart.

What was more terrifying, he knew it was him who ruined her glory, deteriorated their dreamy marriage into a nightmare.

Maggie had completely become a stranger since that destructive night - so was Audrey, and Maisie, and everything he was familiar with. Like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. He stepped into a different world, a world exactly the same as the one he was used to, but only he was cursed and exiled.People no longer recognized him and smiled at him any more.

Maggie left him with 24 hours to pack his belongings, then kicked him out as discarding a big piece of junk - she told him she didn't care wherever he went. He began to spend nights at different hotels and houses of friends. For a period of time they only communicated by lawyers. He never saw his girls again, Maggie avoided their meeting. Once in the court, he caught a sight of Audrey and Maisie in Maggie's car, waiting outside in the street. He rushed out but they just looked away, and rolled up the window.

The first time Marty went back to their home was after Maggie applied for a restraining order - he couldn't believe she had done that, but he wasn't too surprised - now she wouldn't let herself be detered by anything. Seeing his car parking in the driveway, she strode out and barred the way of him - You don't want yourself get arrested right? That'll be fun for all the Homicide. - There was anger burning in her eyes. Hey, you really look nice. - Marty only had this in mind - In the Middle Ages you could be Joan of Arc. - he couldn't help but saying. Maggie stared at him in surprise, then let out a laugh - I'm glad you still have some sense of humour. - she crossed her arms and looked at him coldly - go away, or I'm gonna call the police.

The next several times, Marty didn't approach the house, but looked from a distance under a tree outside a neighbor's yard. After nightfall, he could see them in the window of the kitchen, usually only Maggie and Maisie, having their supper at the table. Audrey didn't show up. She hadn't eaten with them for the last three months, just took the food in her room after they finished, like an elf who stole the milk in the fairy tale book he read for the girls when they were young. They were eating pasta but no Parmesan cheese - he felt a sting in the chest - there was never a Parmesan cheese on their table because he didn't like it. Maisie scratched her nose, seemed to have a cold. Maggie shook her head. They looked easy and relaxed, Tomorrow was Saturday, he thought, Maisie would wait for her cartoon in the morning, and he would sort out his collection of fishhooks in his room while listening to the fishing channel, until Maggie called them to clean their room - and now, Maggie had to deal with the old vacuum alone. He couldn't remember where those fishhooks had gone, there were too many trifles he had forgotten.

He kept lingering there until Maggie and Maisie cleaned up the table then left the kitchen.The light was off, but he still stood there. The watered lawn dampened his shoes, making his feet cold.But he just couldn't leave, as if being anchored in the ground.

A few hours later, the block was all settled down into silence. Marty was sitting under the tree,sleepy. The house is dark and quiet, the only light was in Audrey's window. He was startled when the window opened and Audrey got out. She was barefoot, her hair had been cut short. She took a few steps on the roof and sat down on the ridge of the kitchen. Marty saw a flash of fire, she lit a cigarette - Marty knew she smoked, there was always a faint smell of smoke in her room - but she never smoked in front of the family. She finished one quietly, then hooked out a small bottle from her pocket and took a sip - shit, it looked like a hip flask, Marty wondered where she got it - another sip, until she emptied the bottle. She hugged her legs to her chest and buried her head in the knees, as if exhausted by an invisible burden. It reminded him of that time, when he and Maggie separated years ago, one night Maggie phoned him in panic and said she couldn't find Audrey. He drove back from Rust's in a minute. Finally they found Audrey in Maggie's car. She was the same at that time - dumb and still, curling up like a scared cub. Seeing Marty, she sprung up and grabbed him tightly around his neck - now she wasn't the little girl any more, holding the bottle in hand, but her shoulders trembling, she was crying.

Marty felt an urge to rush out, climb up the roof and hold her in his arms, telling her that dad was here,everything would be alright. He didn't care how many neighbors would be waken, nor did he care whether he would be arrested by his colleagues or not. He couldn't remember when he hugged Audrey last time, maybe two years ago, when she caught a flu and got a high fever. He realized that he never truely understood her, and never had the will to do it -- just think, his little girl was growing up to a young woman he couldn't get to know, something strange and dangerous was tearing her from inside - it frightened him so much that he could hardly face her. He admitted that Maggie was always stronger. He flinched and run away, leaving the family's burden aside, leaving her to bear it alone. Why hadn't he understand it until now - but Audrey had stood up, wipping her face with hands. Her face was as pale as the moonlight. Stepping on the roof, she got back into her window.

It’s too late, they don't need you anymore, You trapped them. Without you, they will be free.

Icy voice rang in the back of his head, the voice was so familiar,like -

Rust Cohle. No. No. Go away. Damn it. Never let me think of him.

The fifth time back here, Marty was shocked to find that the whole house was empty.Some workers were doing remodeling. Maggie didn't tell him she had sold the place. Maybe she found out he was spying on them, or maybe she told herself to get rid of everything related to him and erase him from memory. He walked across the lawn, which was neglected and out of trimming for long, his knees shaking, his eyes blurring. The small hut behind the garage was gone - it was built by him before Maisie was born,shortly after they moved into this house - he was so busy that year, Maggie was pregnant, so he almost took on all the decoration work. He remembered that Maggie had done all the painting work herself and Audrey played with the brushes and pigments happily. When the hut was completed, they were all covered with paint. It used to be the rainbow lodge of Audrey and Maisie, when they grew older, it became the kennel of Audrey's dog,Pippi. After Pippi was gone - nephritis or enteritis, he never figured out, and Audrey cried for a week - they never kept pets again. The hut was forgotten by the children, Maggie used it as a storage of mower and gardening tools, though he never understood why he had to spend so much time on a useless patch.

The fig tree outside the bedroom window, which was planted by Maggie and the girls, was plucked out by the roots, lying pitifully in the dust. It was Maisie who initiated the idea for her biology class. He didn't recall if she told him about it, but when he came home from work that day, the girls ran to him with muddy face, pulling his hands to show him the little seedling proudly. He never expected the tree would grow so fast. The leaves covered the the bedroom's windnow, the branches bent over by heavy fruits.He and Maggie were often waked up by the sounds of the fruits falling on the roof at night.

The front door had been taken down. Automaticall, Marty staggered into the empty living room. Curtains, wallpapers, floor tiles, nothing left. He prefers their old wallpapers - light flowers on the white background. He remembered the time Maggie carefully selected wallpapers in the store, she told him she believed their children would have his blue eyes, and this wallpaper would match with them best - Though Maggie's sister, Angela, and her husband, a state government contractor, showed apparent disdain when they came to their new house. Maggie couldn't stop laughing when Audrey succeeded in splashing a cup of coffee on Angela's shirt. He liked to see Maggie in the lilac skirt, playing flute on the window sill,like a dream in the moonlight. She was a talented player, a star of the university music club, but gradually gave up the hobby after their daughters were born, and the flute was forgotten in the box on the wardrobe.

They refurbished the house three years ago - this time he and Rust were busy with the "parking lot killer" case, Maggie took on all the work. To be honest, Marty didn't quite like the new style - it reminded him of the house of Maggie's parents. The living room, decorated with small flowers before, had a new look now,it looked like the reception room of the State University. But he knew he had left all the housework to Maggie, so he lost the voice on it - it didn't bother him too much. The same was Maggie's new clothes, new hairstyle, and new perfume. We can't be cowboy and farm girl forever. - she said. He didn't care much about Maggie's appearance - she was impeccable all the time - but he really hoped she would always be his merry girl in a floral shirt, hair braided with wildflowers, laughing and shining in the summer sun,

The doorposts at the entrance of the kitchen were also painted. There were so many marks on them before - lines long and short ,drawn by different colors. In those years, they used to record Audrey and Maisie's height every three months , sometimes he and Maggie wrote them on the doorpost, sometimes the girls drew them by colored pencils. They liked to make comparison and see who grew faster. Marty still remembered Maisie asked if she would grow taller than him someday when she was five.

Now the lines all disappeared forever.

All was gone. Was everything of the past a dream? He wondered. He never expected one day his life would be the same as Rust's room. Empty.Deserted.

Even Rust had vanished,too.

Blank. Nought.

A few months later,for the sixth time, Marty came back here. Not surprisingly, the house had new dwellers. He sat in his car and watched a man and his kid washing their car in the yard. The smell of supper filled the air.

He knew he couldn't help but come back, just trying to catch the shadow of the past, though all was meaningless now.

#True Detective #my fic #my translation #Marty Hart #2002 #I'm still keen to the breaking of Harts' family

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kathyalford · 2 years

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Hanging out at 4th Fridays in the Retro row neighborhood/community of the LB. Stop by and see some of our awesome low water designs. We are in front a the cutest little plant store called Pippi& Lola’s. #alfordsgardens #gardendesigner #kathyalforddesigns #landscapedesigner #retrorow #retrorowlb #plantlover #gardenplans #lowwater #droughttolerant (at Long Beach, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcrNMjTJgSE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#alfordsgardens #gardendesigner #kathyalforddesigns #landscapedesigner #retrorow #retrorowlb #plantlover #gardenplans #lowwater #droughttolerant

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carryforthtradition · 2 years

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A Hair Experiment

Some of the funniest shampoo advertisements I’ve seen over the years have gone like this;

A beautiful, young lady walks through a vibrant rain forest brimming with life and colour, wild birds, exotic plants and the sound of water cascading over a waterfall. It evokes purity, cleanliness, nature and harmony. The young lady walks out into a clearing in the forest, by a beautiful, clear turquoise pool of water. Then she gets out her plastic bottle of shampoo, and washes her hair with goodness knows what and I wince as it trickles down her and into the pool. How absurd.

I’m sure today, somewhere in the world, there are people who still live in harmony with nature. I’d like to think they still exist. In my own little romantic mind, there are people who still use ancient and traditional methods for their haircare. I’d love to know what. It’s easy to find information about old remedies and recipes and concoctions without too much effort, yet I like to hear personal experiences.

Here’s mine -

Over the last 2 years, I decided to become my own experiment and let my hair return to it’s natural state, as much as is possible and just following my gut instinct. In my younger years, in my teens and my 20’s I had done the same thing, I only used natural products and my hair was healthy. Was it only because of my age I wonder?

So a couple of years ago, I decided to stop using hair colour and returned to using henna. Then last year, I decided as I wasn’t going out much (at all), I had the great opportunity to let my hair colour grow out. I’d been sprouting grey hairs since my late teens, and was born with a streak of blonde hair, which is now white. In my teens I would bleach my long fringe either side of my face, and it would be either left white, coloured green, pink or blue. Funny when I think about it now.

On my quest to return my hair to it’s natural state, last year I also stopped using harsh shampoos and moved onto trying various ‘Natural shampoos’. Then even better, I moved on to organic shampoo bars. I bought a lovely rosemary infused on from my friend’s shop ‘These Two Hands’.

My dear friend Paula, in the meantime, had developed her own certified organic shampoo bars for her own business ‘Hippi Pippi’, so I started to use that. I would wash my hair only once a week, and gradually it became softer and needed less washing. It smelt lovely.

I continued using it for quite a while then a couple of months ago I decided to just stop using soap on my hair altogether. The only harsh chemicals that get on my hair now are from the tap water or from the air, but that is another topic. I’m not going to be too extreme about it, I would go mad.

And the best thing is; I don’t smell like a sheep. I remember in my youth it being much harder to go through this process, but I probably rushed it in less time. This time - I have taken my time.

I shared my latest escapade in the Carry Forth Tradition Facebook Group asking people if they had any experiences and Here’s what people said - thank you! -

"I’ve very little hair so I’m no use in this experiment. If ever I need any conditioner ( dry hands & face from work), coconut oil is great. Very natural, organic & no nasty additives. I try to use healthy or organic. I know hair starts to self clean after 6 months. You sure you don’t smell like a sheep." -- A friend near Runcorn in England "When my hair was a lot longer I didn’t wash it for a very long time. If you don’t use styling products then it doesn’t need to be washed. Your natural oils will take care of it. I very very rarely was mine these days. Shampoos just strip it and then you have to condition it which makes it greasy and the cycle goes on 😩 I think your hair is looking great xxx" -- Another friend near Runcorn, England "Becky James perhaps a natural soap once in a while.. let us know how it goes and I'll join you. I haven't colored my hair for a long time and I am still very blonde with white and dark roots" -- A friend in West Cape, South Africa "I tried two stints of not washing hair , a seven and a six month. Went to my baby’s shower smelling of vinegar I’d dabbed on for the special occasion haha. It didn’t seem to work for me but I’ve very fine very long hair ." -- A friend in Yorkshire "Try vinegar and soda-bicarbonate..??" -- A friend in Brighton "I used to wash my hair with a banana mixture. I liked it. I didn’t make it but I bought from some natural health store. Used to use when I had long hair. Made it really smooth and soft. I’m sure it was mostly bananas in it. https://beautymunsta.com/make-banana-shampoo-shiny-hair/" -- My friend at Swan River First Nation, Canada "Number one, you look charming and gorgeous, two your hair looks great. Three, you are generally awesome and your husband is a lucky guy." -- A friend in Ottawa, Canada "Kudos Becky. I do use shampoo and hair coloring product. Wash my face with water only since forever. Use body lotion on my face. I found an inexpensive one that seems to do the trick. I'm back to Chandra soap for body cleansing." -- A friend in New York, US "You look lovely! Thanks for sharing hair tips. My hair is thinning, need a natural remedy before it's all gone." -- A German friend in California, US "Er..we need to talk!" -- A friend near Liverpool, UK "Interesting" -- A friend in Indiana, US "Why?" -- A friend in Bristol, UK "Hi ,in ancient times they used there own urine for washing hair, research urine therapy,it's used by super models also to keep em looking young and beautiful.and no I ain't taking the piss.lol IF YOU LOOKUP UREA,which is in lots of beauty products.you will understand that THEY put animal urine into guess what? so who is taking the piss now???😊" -- A friend near Gloucester, UK "I've been curious about this, but my hair gets really oily. They made me an honorary member of OPEC." -- A friend in the US "I live in a hot climate and am sometimes physically active. If I don't wash my hair it becomes a home for mold and mildew and very noxious bacteria colonies. I heard people mention "Hair is self-cleaning" but I have no clue what they are talking about --- nine months a year if I don't wash my hair I grow stuff which could be classed as biological weaponry. Fine with me if it works for others, though." -- Another friend in the US

My conclusion

I really appreciate other people’s experience, advice and opinions. The responses on the group made me laugh and were also really interesting. The discussion was great as I love people joining in.

I also appreciate that to be true to oneself involves an element of discovery and finding your own way.

One of my favourite pass times is deep pondering. I wonder, could it be that simplicity is the key to returning to tradition?

Could it be that if I follow my instincts, to do what comes natural to me, quite often the way with the least effort required is the way to go?

I’ll just stick to water for now.

#wellbeing #hair #health #becky

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tillerman1 · 3 years

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TORMENT [to the word] pt.3

PIPPI : See me VET to of calls myself Pippi. That is a good name. I vet teachers who have considerably uglier names…

Sandman becomes brutally snatched from their studies.

PIPPI : Horn Sandman, strike back the Greek. Sit don't and read in the next hour's lesson on my lesson and believe above all not that I am so senile that I don't see him.

Pippi goes down to class from the chair, takes out a paper -

PIPPI : This here essay-made contains two real splendor-flowers. The one is Grönstrand papa till.

Grönstrand's pimpled, sad face -

PIPPI : He writes: The nomadic Lapp population stays ne'er long in a sure place.

Merriment in the class. Pippi laughs with -

PIPPI : Sandman is one indecent man and rolls to among gangster and bad women in the free the subject in a mixture of Maupassant and Zola. He writes… But what is it with Mr. Widgren…

Jan-Erik is right sweaty in the face and presents all sign of high-degree nausea -

JAN - ERIK (gets forward): Mayst I get go home.

Pippi will forward till it –

PIPPI : Yes, certainly! How is the injury?[?] Dear someone then. Is he very sick?

Jan-Erik travels himself and goes out from some room. Closes the door.

JAN - ERIK : Refusal then, I feel badly only. Jan-Erik goes along one long far corridor. He disappears longer and longer away. At the end of the corridor falls it down faint.

Dad, mother Widgren cum the doc comes just out of Jan-Erik's room.

THE FATHER : I can really not comprehend how HE can be overworked. He has not worked so particularly much over last time.

The doctor. He picks up smoke and kindles -

THE DOCTOR : The school… the school. Nah. There occur well other than school. Or be that not that, the bureau director?

THE FATHER : How means the doctor?

DOKTORN : Yes, no naught particularly. It can incidentally very well be the school. Blue tap is not only the road to corrupt health.

The three casts themselves down. The doctor prepares himself to take up his darling subject –

THE DOCTOR : One boy came till I for he wet in bed over the night. He had become hard when death-frightened by his history teacher… Is man doctor mayst man view a strange downside of the school. Scrawny and overgrown individuals, slanted and squint, spindly, malnourished, overworked. Sunken chest, weary-leewards eyes, anemia cum till and of distorted sex.

The small doctor gets all eager. He rises upward from the chair and wanders around -

THE DOCTOR : But is it so strange actually(.)[?] Think of the school buildings(,)[;] I mean the old venerable and traditional learning plants. Old dirt holes. And the syllabi. Is it wise and sensible to keep a young human fast on its tail from bell eight on mornings till four in the afternoon and THEN homework(.)[?] The courses will more expensive and more expensive and the teachers will special - and compartment-idiots, so would the boys learn themselves all as required became the queue on some asylum.

The father has vainly tried (to) insert a word here and there -

THE DOCTOR : But so stupid are they not, the adolescents. No, they do as good they can of till help of miscellaneous thief- and rack-game, which they consider last fully justified from the viewpoint that the school's control system is as it is. For to not talk about the penal system.

That youth is as resilient as they are attributes I a surely developed lazy mask.

The agency director gets now an awl in the weather and exclaims, slightly indignant –

THE FATHER : The doctor considers thus that cheating and truancy cum other fraud is fully justified.

THE DOCTOR : No(,) take me seventeen if I consider so. Yet self says I ashamed on old the school that spreading out carpets over the shortcuts as called cheating and truancy.

The doctor initiates go to out in the hall for that take on to coat, but the agency director want doesn't drop the threads –

THE FATHER : Young people should learn themselves know hut. [note: "know hut" means manners]

THE DOCTOR : Think just the same. But I allow I doubt to current methods. Both coddling and raw drawing. It should seventeen be pedagogue. Incidentally round the older and younger generation would something smaller death-terrified for each other think me it would be considerably better.

The doctor shakes suddenly cum preoccupied, pressing hand with the parents –

THE DOCTOR : Treat hand of the boy something now. And let one lie one day in quiet and tranquility. He looks me out as one such there as wants solve the world's mystery with more. Awful hotly - and windy. Yes!

He nods yet one time. Out.

Jan-Eriks face. He lies with closed eyes. He stirs himself restless, mumbles something.

The door opens cum Caligula comes in.

He stays quietly inside the door.

Jan-Erik travels himself with stretched hands as one blind. He looks frightened out. He stares at Caligula.

Caligula walks quietly closer and puts himself on the chair at the bed.

Jan-Erik penetrates himself up against the wall. Shakes on the head. Caligula opens mouth, puts the stylus on Jan-Erik's neck cum says calmly -

CALIGULA : Abelativus absolutus. ["A relative absolute"]

Jan-Erik sinks together in senseless fear.

In through the door comes Bertha. She goes forward till the bed.

BERTHA : You hold so much of me. Do you not. I am so scared, dear! You may never go from me, never. Help us. Help me only. (she whispers)

Jan-Erik stretches arms towards her. Screams, but it becomes like a whisper -

JAN - ERIK : Bertha! Bertha!! BERTHA !!!

Caligula bends himself down over Jan-Erik.

CALIGULA : I must kill you[,] Mr. Widgren. You are too ignorant of the dead languages. But that death should you can become more which home ...

Caligula raises the stylus and directs that against Jan-Erik's eye. Bertha appears in one horror distorted position.

A splitter-sounding of glass shards in thousands.

Jan-Erik wakes, TERRIBLE sweaty, excited cum says something that really not hear till the sake –

JAN - ERIK : Bertha… BERTHA!

Home at Bertha.

A hand that puts down a glass of cognac. Bertha sitter the crawl up on her couch in morning rock. She stares at the man middle opposite her. It is dead quiet in some room.

She looks as hypnotized ahead herself. And follows the history mimic -

CALIGULA : Yes, you have guessed right the right. I am much afraid. Air brain, where the sitter one small white burning stain thinking out disgusting cases and I will (be) ever (most) afraid myself. So when I turned on the power switch for that scare you…

The low toneless, absolutely indifferent voice ends.

Some cognac glass.

A hand, deformed by a large scar, takes it and hands it to Bertha -

CALIGULA : Should you none have some cognac.

Bertha takes towards the outstretched glass, which rattles against her teeth.

She drinks from it.

The hands.

Tempo furioso.

They touch to incessantly, violently speaking, pantomime.

CALIGULA: I have known death's fear one time in my life. It was a cat… funny! I have always liked if cats. Outside a house sat a large cat and sunbathed himself. I went forward till it. Talked kindly to it. It stroked to against me and span. I bent myself down and stroked it along the back.

Per even bit it me in one hand. They slog like that knot in it. It settled all twenty claws in my hand. Hanged itself fast on it. Drilled in the teeth to it. It became with even so big…

Bertha's face. She is disgusted, fascinated -

CALIGULA: I set aside never my panic fear. I think I screamed. Vet you what I did… I stopped down the cat and the hand and the arm in a water barrel that stood there. The cat had locked itself in cramp.

It drowned only released not the grip… a doctor got cut loss it.

See, I have the mark yet… See… see how I look outward.

Bertha crawls together.

BERTHA: No… I want not.

But against her want looks it at the battered hand that stretched towards her.

Caligula travels to, goes forward to the bed cum holding her if shoulder cum twists her against it.

CALIGULA: So should Man be… Bite the fast. Don't drop bite. Bite don't I so bite you, therefore bites me first…

The street outside the Widgrenska house. Bertha stands across opposite the sidewalk. It is morning. From the port comes Jan-Erik. It blows violently.

He walks up the street pretty fast as would it late. Bertha hurries to after him.

She time in cap him cum both stays. Bertha is profoundly upset but trying (to) master herself. –

BERTHA: Forgive me, that I will so here.

JAN-ERIK: For all share.

BERTHA: I must get speak to you.

JAN-ERIK: It can go for himself.

He begins to go quickly. Bertha half-jumps wide at him.

BERTHA: You get not speak to me as if you would angry with me.

JAN-ERIK: I am angry with you. And I want nothing throw to do with you. Got remember there. And try to understand that too.

He walks from her.

Bertha stands left and looks after him. Then turns she herself round, but at like moment popping Caligula up as from the ground.

Caligula walks straight past her without that take any that especially notice of her. At the close of the street disappear it around a corner.

Caligula has time upward Jan-Erik. He walks in width with him. Jan-Erik greet something clumsy when he discovers who it is -

JAN-ERIK: Hello.

CALIGULA: Good morning Widgren.

It sounds unusually convivial.

Caligula has also brought a convivial facial wrinkle -

CALIGULA: How feels it presently then? You became the ...

JAN-ERIK: Thank great.

It becomes silent. But Caligula looks don't out to want end the conversation.

New street.

They have not said anything for a while. So –

CALIGULA: Well, you know the girl in the tobacco affair. Very surely perchance?

JAN-ERIK: No.

He looks searching on Caligula.

CALIGULA: Not (at) all?

JAN-ERIK: Some.

Quiet again.

CALIGULA: Is she one real fine girl intrinsically?

Jan-Erik looks out like if he tried recalling himself something –

JAN-ERIK: That vet I don't. How so?

CALIGULA: Jäh (gesture). (pause) There are only some but left now. Let me see: sex till you shall up. (pause) Sad with the round heat. The tar one must watch us all. And the wind. (short pause). To the hold on so here all the time troth.

Jan-Erik tiger.[? possibly "Jan-Erik remains quiet"] The wind howls and river in with a huge lady cloud just round the corner.

Home in Jan-Erik in his austere small study chamber. The window stands open. But now is the quiet against before the permanent whistling. The curtain hangs slack. There is a thick cloud wall over the house opposite. It is evening.

Jan-Erik at the desk with the Latin grammar spread out in front of him. Jan-Erik at some desktop with the Latin grammar open before himself. He writes on a paper: VOLO, NOLO, MALO, CUPIO, JUBEO, STUDEO. {FLY, REFUSE, WISH, INCLINE, JUDGE, STUDENT.}

He is sweaty in the face and takes the paper knife and cools the forehead.

Then he gets up and goes to the water carafe, pours up water. Drinks. Then comes he and takes his hat, throws it again.

He walks front till the bed, puts himself on it. Drills in the knuckles against the eyes. Sitting so one while. Traveling to so again.

He walks a stroke over some floor. So treats it cap again. He takes up his got comb and smooths till hair before the mirror. He looks led and disgusted out.

A deserted street in a strangely surreal evening lighting. Some people hurry forward along the house walls.

A long[,] narrow, narrow street, as before. Jan-Erik comes walking fast.

Bertha's house.

He goes in through the port.

He knocks on the door. Nobody answers.

When recalling it to the key and begins forage for it in the pockets. Finds it. Puts it in the lock and uncaps.

As it is overcast obscures it right strong inside of the hall. He walks through it in on some room.

He stops. Almost naked is Bertha in a funny position on the bed with the knees hunched under the chin. In the twilight looks her sleeping outward. The room looks out as plain as when as on magical shadows up to the ceiling, figures and glare in a flask and wash glass, the street lamp's indirect light.

Jan-Erik walks some steps over some floor. He looks out like if he figured leave her in peace to sleep intoxication off herself. Somewhat misguided.

Now seems it that Bertha's right arm, one she is on, sticks out like a bowsprit with sprawling fingers.

Jan-Erik walks slowly forward to the bed. He stands some moment right still. So takes he her quickly with that only the shoulder. But he pulls flash-quickly back the hands again. Bertha overturns on even down for back. The head comes to hang outside the bed edge, dangling. She is dead.

Jan-Erik screams over, uncontrolled cum backs back some steps. Pushes over a chair. Standing as still again, staring at the dead. Among the silence includes sudden a slight scraping sound. Then becomes that quiet again.

Jan-Erik looks himself around. Then runs it out into the kitchenette. Nothing.

Through the room again out into the hall. There is it dark. Looks himself around. May see something. Under the coat hanger among coats, frocks cum other appears a human being has hidden one.

Jan-Erik goes back and drags away the clothes. He gets off to a half shout.

There, hidden among the clothes, sitter Caligula, white in the face, sweaty, disheveled without glasses. He stares with despair's horror at Jan-Erik and whispers again unto again similar thing like a parrot -

CALIGULA: I have not done it … I have not done it … I have not done it … Self promises, promises …

Jan-Erik grips of panic and rushes from there, get after some difficulty up the first door. Outside brights the stairway light. He runs only his way and forgetful's close the door after one.

So hears Caligulas voice low, whispering -

CALIGULA: He reports me … he reports me.

He travels to from his corner and goes in at the room. Strides forth till the telephone. Stares at Bertha, crossbars the zero: the police.

CALIGULA: The police.

Ambulance and police car at rapid howling trip through streets.

The cars stop outside Bertha's house. From all corners, from all keep coming the folk that sets themselves to stare.

Caligula is himself in the open door, near the cops coming up the stairs –

CALIGULA: I have not done it … I have not done it.

The police station.

Caligula. He is violently frantic. The commissar tries to calm him –

CALIGULA: I have not done it …I have not …

THE COMMISSAR: The lecturer may be kind to calm himself something now. I can none release you before the doctor has rung and confirmed the death's cause.

CALIGULA: Well, that is why not wise… I am why no criminal. Think you that I am that?

The commissar walks around the table forward till Caligula, taking him on the shoulders cum push down it in a chair.

THE COMMISSAR: Sit presently here and calm you. It is why only a pro forma thing.

CALIGULA: I have why never done a fly for when… I am so scared…

Caligula shoots out the head at the commissar (as against Jan-Erik) -

CALIGULA: I've been sick… you must not scare me like this. I get not… the doctor has said.

THE COMMISSAR: You can get lay you a while in of my room and try sleep.

It for in Caligula in his small room where there actually only is one bed with some blankets.

THE COMMISSAR: Lay you now and try and slept as announces us as soon the doctor's statement has arrived.

Caligula allows himself lays. Pulling the blanket up over his ears, turning towards the wall.

Drag the blanket up over some ears, turns himself towards the wall. He looks most insignificant and scared out. Sometimes jerks it till as in a sob or as if he froze.

Jan-Erik walks forth and back of his room. Forth and back. He puts to correct up and down on a chair and stares straight front himself -

JAN-ERIK: Bertha … poor … little …

Some mortuary.

Bertha covered just over and whisked away on a wagon. The doctor takes off himself the rubber gloves, talking to his assistant –

THE DOCTOR: She must have mismanaged herself awfully. Don't understand me what man can drink death herself, but it has she indeed done.

Offers colleague a cigarette. Both go towards the exit.

Them takes their coats.

THE ASSISTANT: Yes, it was the heart, weak before. Well … (gesture)

THE DOCTOR: So malnutrition and other more. Speaking, ring for seventeen the police, so the dissolute lecturer get go home and sleep…

The lecturer is as before with the face against the wall –

[This section was edited out of the film]

{CALIGULA'S VOICE (low): I must gather hop myself. I must become it I was … previously, before …

Caligula tries exclude memory –

CALIGULA: No, don't think about it. I must try bring discipline and order … discipline and order … I must find me myself (loud) Oh[,] devils' devils, why calling them not. Discipline and order, discipline and order.

The door opens, the commissioner sticks in the head, Caligula travels to terror at the elbow.

CALIGULA: What is it[,] commissioner?

THE COMMISSAR: The here lady …

CALIGULA: Yes, yes, she MAY well come in.

THE COMMISSAR: Get well that.

In comes presently aunt Elisabet. Mild, mild.

AUNT ELISABET: It was right that you called for me. I am so glad for that… My little boy.

She sets herself quietly on a chair. Caligula sits up. The sitter altogether silent either two. Aunt Elisabet takes his hand, caresses it –

AUNT ELISABET: I am not angry at you[,] my boy. … You will see we get it probably so good. We should stay together again… like before. Not alone. Not now anymore. Dear small boy.

Caligula's glasses-loose face.

Suddenly puts Caligula ones face in aunt Elizabet's lap. He moans himself low, pressed. But he cries doesn't.

CALIGULA: Assistance me! Assistance me. Why to everything be so this. I want the only be at peace…

AUNT ELISABET: And thou should live in small some room inside the hall, self to come in till you in the evenings and sit with you and talk. Everything should be as it was before.

Caligula boosts the head and looks at her and takes over her hands -

CALIGULA: Yes. Everything must be as it was before!

In same now calling it on the telephone at the expedition. Caligula sits himself up and stares at the door. Under the time heard the commissar's voice –

THE COMMISSAR: Yes… yes… no. Yes. Then releases we him well then… Well… Geez yes. Thanks cum good night.

The door goes up cum the commissar comes in. Caligula has rest himself and is up.}

THE COMMISSAR: Well, you can get going now, lecturer. That was well nice.

Caligula answers not. He takes forward one comb and combs himself carefully, silent.

Then takes it on oneself their glasses. Then straightens it on the tie and jacket. Travels without a word out in the expedition, takes on to cap and coat. Aunt Elisabet stands still and follows him with glances, tense.

He turns to measured till the commissar –

THE COMMISSAR: Goodbye then[,] lecturer, and forgive that we each had to do that here.

He stands silent a moment, then takes he the commissar's stretched hand, bows measured,

CALIGULA: Goodbye constable.

{She extends her hand after him and calls –

AUNT ELISABET (screams): Go none!

But the door slams again.

The principal looks indescribably concerned outward and stares after Caligula, then he turns and wanders out through the rector's expedition's door.

He takes the telephone and rings –}

THE RECTOR: Want Larsson last kind and retrieve Jan-Erik Widgren.

Jan-Erik Widgren comes in and stands before the rector, tired to the rupture limit.

The rector is diffuse, consequently that he thinks it all is unpleasant –

THE RECTOR: Yes, Widgren, this is a boring story there here. Your Latin teacher has been and talked with me just. I have noted his accusations, and you get freely say what you consider last justified and less justified in this here. Sit, sit[,] Widgren.

Widgren sits it. He looks out through the window, seems quite apathetic for that which proceeds.

The rector bends himself over some paper –

THE RECTOR: One morning meet your schoolfellow you together with one girl who called Bertha Olsson, she works in the tobacco affair here middle received. Then he knew that the girl none had the best reputation, sooner was ... hm ... so up searching he her for that ask her hand you, do final with you and preface her the wrong unto to have a relationship with a schoolboy.

Jan-Erik has gradually become more and more concerned from the story. Now harks it very attentively. He starts get angry –

THE RECTOR: She laughed out him, swore at him cum bar to over home taken badly at, sat and drank cognac.

Suddenly takes her to for heart and falls dead down.

The rector makes a short pause. He looks over the glasses at Jan-Erik, who none says something.

THE RECTOR: Just after, before he yet has recovered himself from the shock, comes you and opens with, after what he says, own key. You may see the dead girl and rush from there down to have accused him that have murdered her ... Yes, it was in brevity what the whole went out on.

It becomes silent the moment. Jan-Erik stands that paralyzed. The rector's fingers drum against some board.

JAN-ERIK: Believes the rector himself in all that there?

He rectifies himself. Staring at the papers.

THE RECTOR: I believe nothing. One wants say …

Jan-Erik attempts suppurate as calm and objective as possible –

JAN-ERIK: Yes, yes, that is true. I have been together with a girl, who perhaps not was so particularly decent.

The rector has rest himself and walks past Jan-Erik. Stops.

THE RECTOR: This fact plus your cheat is for attendant probably for that get you relegated. Understand you-all that?

JAN-ERIK: I vet that and self gives the cat in it.

The rector walks up till Smith, down to right front it –

THE RECTOR: But it is not only that, that is the question about. I would know if the others are true also. I mean… themselves some course.

JAN-ERIK: Well, the principal is not sure about it.

THE RECTOR: I'm praying that you answer off MY question and don't make any private reflections.

Jan-Erik.

He puts his hands on the back, bends himself something forward.

JAN-ERIK: I would be grateful if the principal repeated the question to the person who fabricated the accusation.

The rector barking just lit his cigar. Takes down it again, shakes of the head –

THE RECTOR: That want I don't (pause). It can I not (pause). Well, I SHOULD do it.

They fix each other a moment, then goes the rector till the telephone.

The rector and Jan-Erik stand with faces towards the door. Quiet a moment. Then knocks the two light blows.

THE RECTOR: Path in.

There delays some, then opens the door. Caligula enters. He is quiet and still. He smiles something, hardly noticeable. Not one muscle pipe to in his face.

The rector observes him tense, silent.

Jan-Erik also.

The rector again. He speaks in one icy cold business-like tone as allows understand his antipathy against the latin lector –

THE RECTOR: I would know if your accusation against Widgren is till all points oaths-terms truthful. He has sting us put that the question to you in his presence.

Caligula. He looks some moment first on the rector, then on Jan-Erik. Then comes it quickly –

CALIGULA: That should I have for provocation to lie.

The rector looks hastily down at their paper. He rancid himself uncomfortably affected. He had apparently not expected himself one such response.

Caligula again.

He stands still left at the door, something shy and faint-hearted. Quiet.

CALIGULA: My tasks mayst admittedly none checked, it is true. Certainly, certainly. But is it likely… For where would I have other than purely pedagogical motives to get Widgren separate from school.

The rector shrugs of the shoulders and looks something perplexed at Widgren. He should just come up talk –

THE RECTOR: Well… can we not try done out it for Widgren...

Then breaks Jan-Erik from him. It comes as one full explosion -

JAN-ERIK: Pedagogical motives…

The rector react terrified –

JAN-ERIK: … You took life from her.

Jan-Erik is furious, suddenly and without height, completely desperate –

JAN-ERIK (points): You! Scared death her, tormented life from her, drank her full, tormented, tormented her, as you plaguing me and all other you will at.

Jan-Erik stands presently right against Caligula.

CALIGULA: I protest against that …

Jan-Erik turns himself from the rector –

JAN-ERIK: You have scared till death. And if I'm to relegated so should he there expelled hundred times more, for what he made…. Your old man-wretch… And …

There knocks suddenly on the door. Without that awaiting answer sticking Pippi in the head and comes after a moment in whole and cohesive – –

PIPPI: Sorry to I bother, but …

The rector, he is irritated –

THE RECTOR: Want the lecturer anything?

Pippi is also confused, but it labeled to him that he would stay so gladly as he wants to live –

PIPPI: Refusal not precisely.

THE RECTOR: Then maybe you would wait out there some moment.

PIPPI: Well me …

THE RECTOR: Would you volition be kind and do it.

PIPPI: Shall well do it then.

Pippi turns the visible sad and walks out through the door.

When Pippi has gone out, beat the rector the fist on the table –

THE RECTOR: Now get we do end on this here. Widgren goes out and waits out where tills I'm stating till. [sic]

Caligula stands silent and pale. The twitching in corners as till one laugh.

Jan-Erik stands silent one moment, so walks it against the door, past Caligula, tight past. He stays at the door, turns to round, stares at Caligula. Caligula takes together hands and drags in the long fingers, so at forefinger. Staring past Jan-Erik. Jan-Erik becomes suddenly furious and beats Caligula middle in the face.

Suddenly throws to Jan-Erik over him, grabs him about the neck with your left hand, penetrates him up against the wall cum before the rector, who rushed forward, can prevent it bestows it him four hard fist punches in the face. Then release it him and stands like an idiot and stares. Caligula has failed down on a sofa, stunned.

The rector shakes Jan-Erik, angry -

THE RECTOR: Your young jubilation-idiot. Presently can I why not clear you. Your general ass. Shucks.

Jan-Erik makes himself free from the rector and goes out of the expedition. Closes the door.

The rector takes no notice of Caligula as seated and dries sin nose. He goes forth till his desk and puts to. Tired.

THE RECTOR: I wonder who as is the most guilty of gentlemen.

Caligula looks up indignantly –

CALIGULA: What MEAN you?

Their glances meet. Caligula bites to in the lip –

THE RECTOR: We come that forced till one justice murder, lecturer. The can well not avoids. For I can well not get you to hold in with your notification?

Caligula looks up. Then travels it to and walks towards the door.

CALIGULA: No.

Walks a bit, turns to round -

CALIGULA: To the may you-all me not!

[{added in film}THE RECTOR: Will you have it on your concience that you ruined the boy's future?]

Out through the door.

Jan-Erik goes over the schoolyard.

Some of his comrades come past him, half-running -

GRÖNSTRAND: Hurry up boy, we should away and try tangles. [sic]

JAN-ERIK: I need probably no tangle.

Far away in the school courtyard behind Widgren comes Pippi heady. He is breathless and excited. He shouts on the run –

PIPPI: Widgren! Widgren! Widgren!.

But Jan-Erik hears him not.

Bureau director Widgren dries his sweaty forehead. Through some hall's window lit the sun in red and mercilessly.

At the table stands Jan-Erik, he has head lowered and stares at the table's disc, drums with the fingers.

At the door stands the mother. She looks pale and sorry outward. She holds fast in a stool –

THE MOTHER: So have you not come till us the boy mine. Why have you not spoken about …

JAN-ERIK: Well … How …

He can not say something more. He is for {too} upset.

The father. He stops. He speaks calm and low-key –

THE FATHER: Expelled. Yes… it is as mother says. So have you not narrated.

JAN-ERIK: What would I have narrated?

The mother and the father look at each other. None are in stand to say anything.

The father. He puts himself on an uncomfortable, upright stool. Dries himself again in the face with a handkerchief.

THE FATHER: No… we needed well this here, mother and I, for we were so exorbitantly dumb and conceited. We thought… it makes the same incidentally.

Jan-Erik wreaks in with one certain irascibility. –

JAN-ERIK: Father can gladly say what Father means. You thought you would get exist proud over me… not true?

The father looks up. Then jerks it on the shoulders and beats out with the hands –

THE FATHER: We can not drive down us in the here now. Done is done. We must try to get through it, mother and I.

Jan-Erik breaks off. His voice has suddenly changed. He is mocking –

JAN-ERIK: You-all must surely TRY it well.

The father turns himself towards him. Lightning fast –

THE FATHER: What is this for the tone?

JAN-ERIK: It is YOU and YOU and you. YOU who are offended, and YOU who is betrayed cum YOU who will get through it. What! But what I have been with about, it gives you blank damn.

THE MOTHER: Jan-Erik!!

Jan-Erik walks towards the door –

JAN-ERIK: But I'm giving the cat in you and your sufferings. You touch myself don't, for you have never bothered you for me. I will not stay here. As avoid you see me and ashamed.

The father travels to up. Relatively quiet.

THE FATHER: Hear you, you are all very big in the gull, you.

JAN-ERIK: So, father believes me not …

Jan-Erik pushes away the mother and rushes out through the door, which he slams again after itself hard.

The mother looks at the father a moment –

THE MOTHER: That you could …

She rushes after Jan-Erik out in the hall. He holds just on to take on to the coat, fumbles.

THE MOTHER: No, you must not go. You must not.

She hangs itself fast at his arm. He tries (to) get loss her –

THE MOTHER: Go none beloved boy[;] (...) all must become good again. Go none. You must not go… No, no…

Jan-Erik lucks do to free and comes out through the door.

The schoolyard.

It rains awfully. Lightning and thunder. For the plan before the scholastic port has a big hop people collected under umbrellas and in doorways.

A row with leaved crates as stands middle in the rain looks poor and ruffled out. So also balloons and another.

On a window in the school glimpses the graduates. They stare down at the crowd.

In one doorway, something hidden, account Jan-Erik. He is but greatcoat and hat cum he sees strangely uneasy out. So looks it up. The old ice guard that opens the windows. He leans himself out, waves with the hands cum calls -

ICE GUARD: All clear.

Jan-Erik's face. He is immobile. Looks right out –

Cheering.

Murmurs.

Thunderbolt.

Some teacher-room.

In two rows stands them: Till right teachers, till left the students with the hats in hand. In the center rector. It mumbles and talks some until all are gathered. Then clear is himself the rector –

The rector.

He is somewhat solemn, only understands still to take it as easy as possible –

THE RECTOR: Yes, boys. So is it here the tide of your life past and you-all going out at life for that test on what it has to give.

New thunderclap. The boxes rattle. All turns of the head.

THE RECTOR: I would say, to you then should do you old school honors. Attempt to see on her as she is. A strict run-mother, a demanding mentor, perhaps not always equitable, perhaps not ever such she should be. But one has she as I dare go in good for. One aboveboard sincere will to fashion you.

New appalling crash, which pulls attention till itself.

The rector hurries himself to complete his speech, where he marks that none hear unto him. –

THE RECTOR: I said one honest, candid will to fashion you till good, sufficient, useful society creatures. My earnest hope is it that she might have succeeded in its large and responsible task.

The rector silences cum the becomes silent some moment. Then begins all to speak low-key -

THE RECTOR: Yes, then is the only to say goodbye. We old school chestnuts wish you all happiness and welfare, this vet you, so it requires me why none say …

So walks the students around and says goodbye and thanks.

Caligula stands smiling, warmed by the solemn atmosphere. He takes all in hand.

CALIGULA: Goodbye! Happiness till. Goodbye, happiness till, Goodbye, happiness till, Goodbye, happiness till … happiness till. Goodbye.

Some clapping it in the back.

Sandman comes forward for that speak goodbye. He stares Caligula correct in of his enlarged eyes, takes not his stretched hand –

SANDMAN (low): Swine.

The huge stairwell.

The students gather quickly outside the teacher's room door. Through the windows illuminates the lightning and the rain spurts. The thunder thunders and echoes in the stairs.

Then sets the boy horde itself in motion and plunges under wild howls performed the stairs.

A second staircase is among yet violent-mare momentum.

The large courtyard's port fought up. The rain stands right in like a curtain. The boys clamps fast their white hats cum so runs they or roars, overwhelming rain, hail cum thunder in it the falls to out in the rain, straight down for last the stairs.

THE STUDENTS: Sing about the student's happy day …

The sounds disappear in a general cheer. The group captures up and decomposes in the rushing human mass …

In a window visible Caligula.

He has taken coat and hat at himself(,) [;] he polishes its glasses. He smiles, laughs, extends himself out through the window, waves.

Jan-Erik stands down at the port and looks at him.

Walks then alone over the schoolyard. The rain pours down.

Some cemetery chapel.

It is afternoon and the rains none longer. Middle of the small chapel is one coffin without flowers, black and simple.

THE PRIEST: Amen.

He nods at the only present at the funeral, pallbearers.

They go front till the coffin and conforms up it in their ropes and carry it slowly out.

Outside stands Jan-Erik and Sandman, somewhat embarrassed. They follow after the coffin.

Open grave.

The Undertaker has just begun to shovel back it. He works silently and persevering. One small bit from therein stands Jan-Erik and Sandman.

They face and start going. First silent.

SANDMAN: What should you now do?

JAN-ERIK: I vet not… is not as I would wise… must think.

SANDMAN: You are desperate, boy. Speak if for me.

JAN-ERIK: Nah.

They have come to Bertha's house.

JAN-ERIK: Servant then.

SANDMAN: Think you dwell here ... in Berthas ...

JAN-ERIK: Each should I otherwise dwell.

They account silence one moment as they always do when they shall separate –

JAN-ERIK: It was decent of you that you went with. (unfavourable) It was so bad about her. And you understand I ... I... yes...

Sandman ensures calmly on the friend.

So nods he little –

SANDMAN: Yes particular. I understand.

JAN-ERIK: Do thou it.

SANDMAN: Yes, you remember that there about Nietzsche and Strindberg, one where some dirt man talked about ladies and such there.

Jan-Erik nods –

SANDMAN: Oh... I believe not on it longer. You understand man has become... Hm.

Sudden gets it self-conscious. [sic] Change topic -

SANDMAN: Can you not follow cum me.[sic] Give seventeen for that dwell there alone.

JAN-ERIK: No... I would be at peace. Servant.

SANDMAN: Servant.

They bear some instant silence. So go they. Sandman along the sidewalk and Jan-Erik up the staircase.

Jan-Erik comes in at Bertha's apartment. It is dusk now. He closes the door after him, which he locked up with his key.

The street lamp draws figures on the roof inside with space. Jan-Erik goes across over it. He throws off to coat. Taking one felt, puts oneself in a chair cum drags one other chair till himself for the feet. Then takes it out a cigarette that he kindles.

He sits and smokes, tired, thoughtful. So butts it the cigarette and creeps together on the chairs, so good it goes. He tries to sleep.

Of even calling it on the door. Jan-Erik sits himself up.

It appears he is scared.

It calls one time till. He travels himself and paws out in the hall in darkness.

He stands at the door. Indecisive. Now rings it again.

Then opens it and in the door stands the rector. He draws of himself against the staircase's light.

THE RECTOR: Is it Widgren.

JAN-ERIK: Yes.

The rector rising on –

THE RECTOR: Have you something against to me steps unto so here.

JAN-ERIK: No.

The rector goes in of the room. He goes forward in middle –

THE RECTOR: Mayst we possibly get some light in here.

Jan-Erik goes silent forward and kindles the table lamp. The room shows to be in similar condition as at the discovery.

The rector pretends whether nothing. He puts himself in a chair. Allows Widgren stand where he stands –

THE RECTOR: Self have willed speak with you earlier. So rang me Sandman and said that you were here and then thought I that was [an] idea to go here.

Jan-Erik quiets. He stands still left middle of the flooring.

THE RECTOR: You thought didn't of the school you. What? Or rather, you found you didn't till correct there. Or how? Yes, yes, I can well understand that. Will man after some then must man enough admit that it is a rather strange school form we have.

Jan-Erik turns to towards the rector –

JAN-ERIK: What want the rector me? Think the rector that it helps with that the rector speaks ill of the school.

The rector laughs something. He is very still and very wise –

THE RECTOR: What I want… That shall I tell you. I would how you should go home left, till your parents like worries themselves till death for you.

JAN-ERIK: JUDGMENT!

The rector takes up the boy's tone –

THE RECTOR: Yes, JUDGMENT well. (pause) So I want to try to help you if I do can in some way. So want try attempt forward you if I mayst in some way.

JAN-ERIK: There is nobody who can help me.

THE RECTOR: No, not with your own settlement, for the get you as all others stand out of right alone. But looks you, there is one other thing well that must clear out, which I somehow feel me co-responsible over.

JJan-Erik has sat it. He seems calmer now.

JAN-ERIK: So, that should it be.

THE RECTOR: Yes, you have suddenly struck you out watch society. You are about sorts desperado as like a rocket rushes straight at hell. As strange it songs is it your school's fault. That want I try recompense.

The relegation goes not to prevent cum thou grows perhaps sued. But I pledge that I shall try minister you in any way. I must try hinder din rocket fart(,)[;] I must try may in you bland the people again. Förstår du mig pojken min.

The rector's usual ton cars for much for Jan-Erik. He travels to and goes forward to the windows –

THE RECTOR: Wants you promise me now to come home to me in morning, so we get spoken at again, on something soberer …

JAN-ERIK: Yes, yes, go only.

THE RECTOR: And promise me to not do some nonsense …

The rector has residual to and gone forward and stands behind Jan-Erik –

JAN-ERIK: Shucks.

THE RECTOR: Well then so. Here have thou funds such you can stay in a hotel at night. And try to sleep properly.

The principal puts money on the table. Then claps he Jan-Erik something in the back –

THE RECTOR: Days go, that one after the other. So gradually mayst you perhaps see in this here as something that doesn't do evil - but that maybe was useful... Sees you, I think that there is a meaning to everything that happens, also if it may look strange outward for our eyes. Goodbye to you.

The rector gives him yet one clap, hands him his handkerchief, which he takes, turns cum goes.

Jan-Erik stands at the window quite still some good while, then walks it around in some room when driven by a furious concern.

Suddenly stopping it center of the flooring. He can not master to further without sinking together weeping. He lies on some floor the same crouched and crying over-given.

He has pressed forearms against the face in one ridiculous, distorted position.

Jan-Erik lies still left on the flooring, but the crying has silenced. He rolls over on chine, adds hands under the head cum stares at the roof. Cords.

Now departing it to, stands and looks himself about. Somewhere beats a clock three blows.

He goes front till the boards and takes the rector's handkerchief cum sobs himself. Then extinguishers it the lamp on some board. A faint gray light at some room. He takes the money, drags down the curtain cum goes towards the door.

Near he arrived till the door stops he and turns himself back. Thereafter goes it out.

Through the hall goes he, opens the door and disappears out through the hall door.

On the stairs is it dark. Only with a small reflex light from the stairway windows. Jan-Erik gropes after the light and kindles. Shall just more further when he suddenly turns himself back.

On the staircase above. By the wall stands Caligula. They stand and look at each second under silence. Jan-Erik is no longer afraid(,)[;]; he is quiet and downright mastered.

Now roars Caligula across himself. He walks slowly down for steps and forwards towards Jan-Erik, who calmly stands remain.

Now stand them middle opposite each other. Caligula opens his mouth as if to say something, only keeps silent again.

JAN-ERIK: That does you here. – – You maybe would go in? Hurry, here is the key.

Caligula keeps silent.

Jan-Erik hands him the key.

JAN-ERIK: Where so good – – –

Caligula takes it doesn't.

CALIGULA: The rector was here –

JAN-ERIK: Yes.

CALIGULA: What said he?

JAN-ERIK: We spoke not about you.

CALIGULA: What said he? I understand that he said something something - - - about me - -

Jan-Erik shaking on the head –

CALIGULA: I meant ne'er that it would be so here, Widgren.

Jan-Erik thinking walk.

CALIGULA: No, stay and hear across me. I meant it not – – – I have been sick. I (are)[am] still sick as I can none help it! You understand well that I none did it with sense and will.

Caligula goes and puts himself on a step, that if he were completely exhausted –

CALIGULA: I have no I – – –

He laughs short unexpectedly –

CALIGULA: four walls, ceiling, bookshelf, bed, desk - cleaning bitch, schoolboys, waitresses. The available none who wants regard at me - no single person – – –

JAN-ERIK: Get I go now?

CALIGULA: The available none as want know for me –

The last screaming he forth desperate –

CALIGULA: All only laughing at me and runs from me. They are scared for me also – – –

Jan-Erik goes from him down (for) [to] the stairs.

CALIGULA: – – but it is nevertheless I that is most fearful – – –

The voice (is) heard through the stairs. Short has the stairway light burned out.

Steve gropes himself downwards, all the time, audible Caligula clamour –

CALIGULA: – – – alight the light – alight the light – Widgren, you may not go from me – – alight – – alight – –

The last comes as elongated lowing.

Jan-Erik has time outside the port, which he slams again behind it. Thus heard no longer Caligula's voice.

Jan-Erik stands a moment with the back supported against the port and breathes out. Then goes it out on the street. It is morning and bright lighting over the rooftops. A scavenger sweeps along the street. The refuse-horse going slowly and sleeping beside. A little newspaper-old-woman hurries till her work with her large, empty bag.

Afterword by Jan Holmberg

Ingmar Bergman engaged from SF as »assistant director and screenwriter« the 16 January 1943, till to start with for a year forward. Under one farther hospital- and convalescent period winter 1942–43 had he written the manuscript to TORMENT and SF bought it in July 1943 within the framework for some contract with Bergman. Simultaneously gave company him in commission to at some points further develop it.

The recording, at which Ingmar Bergman participated as combined assistant director and script boy, took place in two periods. The first included the film's interiors and stretched to between 21 February and 31 March 1944. The later PERIODS, under which the exterior scenes played in, included about ten days under latter the half of May 1944. It was under these exterior scenes that Ingmar Bergman made his actual film direction debut. Bergman in PICTURES:

Near the film was almost pre-recorded made self my debut which film director. TORMENT ended intrinsically about to all taking the student exam except Alf Kjellin as goes out one rear way in the rain. Caligula stands and waves in some window. All opined that this ending pus for dark. I got writing till a scene in the dead girl's apartment where the school's rector tells Kjellin to correct cum Caligula as afraid loser howling in the stairs below. Themselves one final scene shows Kjellin in the morning light. He walks towards the awakening city. These last exteriors had me order to film, as Sjöberg had other assignments. They were my first professional pictures. I was crazy with excitement. The small film squad threatened to go home. I screamed and cursed so that people woke and looked out through their windows. The clock was four in the morning.

Later in the career would Bergman again come to work with both Alf Sjöberg and Stig Järrel (Caligula). Sjöberg directed Twelve years later FINAL PAIR OUT after Bergmans script. Järrel unto his lucky played Satan in THE DEVIL'S EYE and was including a small role in THE LUST YARD.

TORMENT gave rise to an intense press debate. Aftonbladet {The Evening Blade} published one interjection of rector Henning L Håkanson at Palmgrenska samskolan {Palm-border swim-school}, where Ingmar Bergman [had?] been scholastic (the statement as referred in subsequent citation did Bergman for Aftonbladet the day after the premiere for TORMENT, 3 October 1944):

Mr. Bergman's statement, how all his school time was one hell, surprises me. I remember clearly, how both he, his brother cum his Father were much satisfied with the school. After his one student exam[sic??] has also[sic?] Ingmar Bergman revealed himself at the school at our Yulefest, glad and enjoying and of[sic?] all that doom without any feeling of resentment[sic?] whether to[sic?] towards the school or against its teachers. The sake is probably till in a different way. The good Ingmar was one problem barn, idle but pretty gifted, and that one such type not easy arranges to in a daily orderly study walking, is natural. About such school may not be adapted for dreamy (suit) bohemian without for normal found working people.

A scanty week later replied Bergman:

Firstly was it so »the 12-year-old's hell« (rugged expression incidentally. Not used by me but by one who interviewed me. I would recollect that I said "heck", and there is inequality there). Yes! I was a very lazy boy and very afraid why that I was lazy, because how I fussed with playhouse theatre of instead for of school and because how I loathed to fitting times, rise upward in the mornings, reading homework, seated still, carrying maps, having halftones, writing projections, chewing interrogation, short told and without frills: I abhorred school that principle, that system cum establishment.[sic] I have thus definitely not liked comma at my own school without all schools. My school was[,] as I distinctly observed in the unfortunate interview[,] from what I understand[,] neither better nor worse than other establishments for equal purpose.

My revered principal typing also (probably so sharply): "A school may not be adapted for dreaming bohemians[,] but for typically found working people." Where should the poor bohemians take the road[?] "Shall the pupil material be divided: you are [a?] bohemian, you are [a] working person, you are [a] bohemian, etc. Avoid bohemians".

There are teachers [a] man never forgets. Oldsters [a] man liked and oldsters [a] man hated. My revered rector belonged and belongs still (in my case) to the last category. I have also a feeling of that my beloved rector not has seen the film yet.[sic] We should perhaps go and see it together!

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Shuttered zoos are hemorrhaging money, and they want federal help for endangered species work

By Karin Brulliard and Jennifer Oldham

June 8, 2020

Three months after stranding on a Delaware beach, a gray seal dubbed Pippi Longstocking is recovering at the National Aquarium in Baltimore and will soon be released to the wild. She may be the facility’s last such patient for the foreseeable future.

The aquarium has lost more than $8 million and furloughed one-third of its staff since closing in March because of the coronavirus pandemic. Although its 20,000 animals — including 13 endangered sea turtles convalescing in a new rehabilitation center — are still being cared for, the institution’s rescues of stranded seals and other federally protected marine mammals can’t happen now.

The National Aquarium is one of more than 200 major U.S. zoos and aquariums that — like most attractions that rely on ticket sales — have suffered huge losses amid shutdowns to combat the spread of the coronavirus. But these zoos say they have been hit harder than many other shuttered institutions because their occupants — more than a million animals nationwide, some owned by the U.S. government — still need food, water, heating, cooling and veterinary care.

Helping wild animals such as Pippi is important to the aquarium, said president and CEO John Racanelli, but it takes “existential” resources that are vanishing. “Many of our peers are in tougher shape,” Racanelli said. “But all of us are confronting the fact that if we’re not operating, we’re dying.”

Many zoos have laid off or furloughed most staff members except those who care for animals, but they are hemorrhaging money even as some partially reopen, according to the Association of Zoos and Aquariums, which represents 229 facilities in North America. Their future tenuous, some of their first cuts are likely to be to wildlife conservation programs, some of which buttress federal efforts to rebuild endangered species populations, said Dan Ashe, the association’s president.

“The bottom line is that it’s been financially devastating for our members,” Ashe said. Most zoos, he said, have three to six months of financial reserves, and the federal paycheck protection funds received by about 70 percent are running out. “The casualty, I’m almost certain, will be the ability to support conservation work. Because that’s fueled by gate revenue,” he said.

Critics dismiss zoos’ contributions to species conservation — within their gates and in the wild — as window-dressing to justify keeping animals for entertainment, and some zoos devote more of their budgets to conservation than others. But through captive breeding, research and rehabilitation, U.S. zoos say they play a key support role to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, which are required to try to recover animals on the endangered species list.

Breeding of endangered species is on hold at many zoos. The Endangered Wolf Center, near St. Louis, in May flew nine critically endangered Mexican wolf pups to Arizona, where they were placed with wild foster mothers. But it was able to afford the trip only because donors provided private planes.

The Saint Louis Zoo pulled nearly $900,000 in money designated for conservation programs, including one dedicated to monitoring and reintroducing the endangered American burying beetle. Omaha’s Henry Doorly Zoo and Aquarium permanently closed its plant conservation center, known for its work to propagate a Bermuda fern not seen in the wild since 1905.

“If it weren’t for zoos, the federal government couldn’t take care of species that face extinction in the wild,” said Jeffrey P. Bonner, president of the Saint Louis Zoo, which says it spends more than $500,000 a year caring for animals on the endangered species list, including 1,840 Ozark hellbender salamanders. “We are on the front lines, and we aren’t getting any help.”

The zoo association is part of a coalition of cultural institutions asking Congress to provide relief in a future stimulus package. It also asked last month for $30 million for zoos and aquariums that participate in endangered species recovery or house animals rescued or confiscated by the government. Many of those animals are the property of the federal government, and without help, zoos may no longer be able to afford caring for them, Ashe wrote in a request.

By the association’s calculation, rescue and rehab of protected sea turtles costs 40 aquariums a total of $450,000 a month. Breeding and caring for endangered black-footed ferrets: $200,000 a month. A new government-managed program at 18 aquariums to house and propagate corals experiencing massive die-offs in the Florida reef tract totals more than $1 million a month, the Association of Zoos and Aquariums said.

And then there are about 80 giant Thai catfish at the Georgia Aquarium. The fish, critically endangered in the wild, were confiscated as babies from an illegal fish farm by federal authorities more than a year ago and taken by the aquarium for holding at an off-site facility. They weigh about two pounds now, the aquarium says, but they can become more than five feet long — and take up far more space than one aquarium can provide.

Ashe said the aquarium’s efforts to place the fish at other aquariums have mostly been unsuccessful. Thailand doesn’t want them, and euthanizing them — which the Georgia Aquarium does not want to do — would require explicit federal permission. An aquarium representative said the catfish are being cared for by a team of specialists, which hopes to find new homes for them while they are still small.

Not all zoos are in dire straits. Some, such as Smithsonian’s National Zoo in the District, are government-funded. Others, including the Indianapolis Zoo, say they have sufficient reserves to last for much of the year with belt-tightening, though they would welcome government help.

“It’s a challenging time to ask for additional funding when we know that the human cost is incalculable,” said Rob Shumaker, president of the Indianapolis Zoo, which has about 250 staffers. “But when we talk about the human cost, it’s about 250 families that are relying on us here at the zoo.”

Some zoos have come up with ways to stanch the bleeding. The San Antonio Zoo, which earns all of its revenue from ticket sales and donations — much of it tied to Texas oil money that has tanked in the markets — opened a wildly popular “drive-through zoo” in May. About 1,000 vehicles a day tooled through safari-style, their passengers buying Dippin’ Dots from vendors who approached vehicle windows and getting out one-by-one to use bathrooms, to allow for sanitizing between each pit stop. The money helped, but the zoo, which partially reopened in late May, is “still coming out of this millions of dollars in the hole,” said CEO Tim Morrow.

“Zoos are seeing that as soon as they open, everyone thinks everything is okay,” said Bert Vescolani, president and CEO of the Denver Zoo, which is working on a reopening plan that will involve herding visitors through paths formed by hay bales and keeping indoor areas closed. “The fact of the matter is, we will be at half our attendance, so we won’t be able to cover our expenses even being open.”

The Calgary Zoo announced in May that it would send its two pandas to China after flight cancellations made it difficult to procure sufficient bamboo to feed the animals. Leaders of zoos represented by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums insist their financial woes will not lead to animals suffering or to euthanasia, which one German zoo recently said was an option. But they said they would be far less able to take in animals from smaller, private zoos that might have even deeper troubles.

Ron Kagan, director of the Detroit Zoo, said he is confident donors or the government would step in before zoo animals starved. “Ultimately, society would decide that this just can’t happen,” Kagan said. “We can’t have animals die, and certainly we can’t kill them.”

But even major zoos may be permanently changed by the pandemic. The still-closed Detroit Zoo has put forth a strong public face — it’s sharing educational videos about flamingo rescues and animal ultrasounds on Facebook, and newborn prairie dogs are starring in one of five livecams. But it has laid off half of its staff and is losing more than $2.5 million a month.

“We can’t help but watch the resources drain and begin to wonder when does this become a life-threatening crisis for the organization,” Kagan said. Asked where additional cuts could cut from, he said: “I’m sure we’ll be smaller, meaning we’ll have fewer people, and we’ll have less money.”

At the Endangered Wolf Center, which has helped increase the wild population of Mexican wolves from near zero in the 1970s to more than 160 last year, the resident canines’ diets have changed a bit. With fewer donated deer carcasses from hunters coming in, the 41 Mexican and red wolves are eating more dry chow and hunting more raccoons in their wild-like habitats, said Regina Mossotti, director of animal care and conservation.

The small center remains closed to the public, whose entry fees fuel its $1 million annual budget. But the staff — about one-sixth smaller following layoffs — was elated to have been able to place the wolf pups with wild packs in Arizona, she said.

“When things like covid happen, those animals still need to be cared for, and the recovery efforts and conservation efforts still need to push forward,” Mossotti said. “We still need to save these endangered species. And the pandemic has made that very challenging.”

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100 days until New Horizons

Days 100 - 73

Created by bebebese and low-key tagged by Kendall and I’m so excited that I need to channel my energy into something Animal Crossing related! I altered the question numbers to be a countdown from 100 to 1. Watch me completely fail to do these daily from now on.

100. Do you prefer making up a new name for your villager, or using your own name? I pretty much always use my name or a derivative for my first player character (younger me used Rachael, now I use Rae). Anything after that is completely fair game!

99. Do you use the first map you’re given, or do you reset for layouts? I used to use the first map I was given but now I’m an elitist and I’ll probably spend the first week of release resetting for the best island, which will be hard because there won’t be any online guides to show off what kind of island layouts are possible 😬

98. Do you use the face you’re given, or do you wait for guides and choose your favourite? Wait for guides and choose my favourite, always. However, if player customisation is going to be more along the lines of HDD/PC, then I might not need to wait~ !

97. Favourite town/island name?/Have you a name picked out for your town/island? I’ll assume this question is about my favourite of MY names because if I had to pick from every name I’d ever seen it would be impossible!? My favourite of the ones I’ve had over the years is probably Polaris, my second Wild World town. (I spent several hours after getting New Leaf for the first time agonising over whether to call my town Polaris or North.) I’m very partial to Paprika and Ginkgo too which are two of my New Leaf towns! I might name my island Ginkgo, but I’m not 100% sure yet. I need to start brainstorming

96. Will you be sharing with friends/family, or is your island going to be all your own? ALL MINE B*TCHES I’M NOT LETTING ANYBODY SCREW UP MY SH*T (also my parents wouldn’t play and my brother has his own Switch and I don’t have any friends so)

95. What’s a new feature you’re excited about? Pole vaulting?! I am also SO excited about the idea of getting to choose to have my town in the Southern hemisphere and being able to follow the real seasons! I tend to miss summer in Animal Crossing because I drop off playing over the winter for some reason, and I get bored of the snow really easily when I’m playing obsessively over summer, so that’ll be so nice.

94. Favourite fruit? Honestly I don’t really have a favourite. Maybe peaches or oranges?

93. Least favourite fruit? Durians are ugly! I like pears a lot but I probably wouldn’t want them as a native fruit, as they blend in too much with the trees ... and I’m a little tired of cherries, I always seem to get cherries as my native fruit.

92. Favourite area? (Beach, campground, shopping district etc, from any entry in the series.) I’m not sure if this is 100% my most accurate answer and I’m probably forgetting a special favourite but I really loved and miss Celeste’s observatory. I also like the museum a lot in general! The music and the ambience and slowly watching the displays fill up is so nice.

91. Where do you like to like to put your house? Do you like that level of customization, or do you prefer to have some things decided, like in older entries? In some ways, having restricted choice is easier because you don’t spend so long agonising over the perfect spot. I do like being able to customise my town to that extent though and by the looks of things New Horizon is going to be even better in that regard. I usually like having my house near water and a little bit isolated from my other villagers and shops etc.

90. Favourite grass pattern? Probably circles cos I’m basic, but I’m fond of squares too. I don’t care much for the star shaped snow which I know is a big draw for the circle patterned grass.

89. Least favourite grass pattern? Triangles.

88. Favourite villager(s)? Lily is my ultimate forever favourite but honestly I have so so many that I love. 😭

87. Least favourite villager(s)? It used to be Pippy but I have let go of that anger and become a more enlightened person for it and I even made her a very nice house in Happy Home Designer. Now my least favourite villagers are just the extremely ugly ones like Hippeux/Beardo/Barold (and extra bonus hatred points if they’re Smug, I don’t mind ugly Cranky villagers so much but ugly Smugs are just ... slimy)

86. Did you like doing Tom Nook’s chores, or did you find those to be a pain? I used to not really like them when I was young, but honestly I would be so into those being reinstated or just like getting a part time job in general. (The shift at The Roost in New Leaf wasn’t really that great, I liked delivering items for villagers more.)

85. Favourite NPC(s)? Celeste! And Isabelle and Sable and Blathers and Brewster and I’m quite fond of Joan and Redd as well. AND LEIF!

84. Least favourite NPC(s)? Mmm ... I don’t think I really have one. I used to dislike Lyle in Wild World but now that he’s had a career change I don’t mind him so much. I guess maybe Don Resetti? Nothing against him but I have had literally zero interaction with him ever so he’s my least favourite by default. Also ... as much as I like Tom Nook I’m not sure how I feel about him being like the “mascot” of New Horizons.

83. Do you use paths? Are you excited about the new path tool? I do sometimes and I am!! I’m not sure if I’ll stick with it because I really like grassy paths lined with flowers (and if grass erosion isn’t a thing I might even not use paths at all) but I’m definitely going to give it a go.

82. Favourite feature from an older entry? I miss Celeste’s observatory and making my own constellations. I also miss Flea Market day and when villagers developed their own hobbies that you could help them with ... like for a while they’d be really into gardening and they’d plant tons of flowers, or they’d really enjoy fishing and ask you to catch progressively rarer fish for them. I miss how much villagers used to talk to each other out and about, and how the NPCs had more dialogue and history to them. And I kind of miss how narky the villagers could get sometimes! I liked earning their love instead of having it from the beginning. Also the recycling bin was always fun to look at. OH and!! roof items from HHD and the customisable curtains/window panes/doors and ambient sounds etc. I really hope those interior design options make a comeback in New Horizons.

81. What was your first Animal Crossing game? Wild World!

80. Favourite activity (fishing, bug catching, fossil hunting, other)? I like it all really! I maybe have a special spot for watering flowers though. Something about it is very soothing.

79. Least favourite activity? Diving. Great concept, horrible execution. I do hope it returns in New Horizons but I sincerely hope it is improved somehow because it was just painful. I don’t know a single person who actually enjoyed it after the novelty wore off and they started hunting the more skittish sea creatures.

78. Favourite bug(s)? Birdwing butterflies are prettiest but I love seeing fireflies in the summer. Also I like the crickets in autumn. Also honeybees and snails just make my heart full and I think orchid mantises are really pretty too! Possibly my number one hope for New Horizons is a revamp of bug containers so I can display them in my house.

77. Least favourite bug(s)? Basically the gross ones lmao, flies, ants, fleas, and mosquitos are f*cking annoying. I hate hate hate wharf roaches I don’t know why, I think I just hate the sound they make when they scuttle around. Also I hate centipedes on principle. Oh and diving beetles because they’re a pain.

76. A quarter of the way there! How’s the wait? I am so desperate for this game to finally come out. I thought I could make it to March 20 without losing my mind but it’s hit me all of a sudden and I WANT IT NOW

75. Favourite fish? I really like Napoleonfish because they’re so iridescent when you catch them in the sun~ I like frogs because of the sound they make and goldfish on account of them being pretty much the only fish with a nice display, also soft shelled turtles because TURTLE and arowanas because they’re pretty.

74. Least favourite fish? Hmm ... maybe eels? Also sea bass naturally.

73. Favourite fossil? I ... really don’t have much in the way of an opinion on the fossils to be honest.

#rae's new horizons countdown

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The Route to Mama Mulan, Chatswood

It has been a while since I last visited Chatswood. It's the lure of noodles that puts Mama Mulan on my radar (Mr NQN is team dumplings, I'm team noodles). But the way to Mama Mulan is not immediately obvious. I find myself pressing the car park elevator button trying to get up to level 1. Then a text arrives with instructions to head towards Willoughby library and use their elevators to find my way there.

Located a level above the library, the restaurant sits all on its lonesome at the base of a block of apartments. It's surprisingly busy without any foot traffic passing.

I am seated in the light soaked "outdoor" section (not outdoor but they keep referring to it as that) and wait for Mr NQN, Louise and Viggo to arrive. Service is sweet and helpful but later, when the restaurant is heaving, there aren't quite enough floor staff so tables are half cleared and the bill requires a couple of prompts.

So the noodles...well the bad news is that they're only available at lunchtime because they are hand pulled noodles. The good news is you can order vermicelli noodles with your live tank seafood if you wish but they're not the same as the lunchtime noodles.

We order a couple of cocktails: a Mama Mulan for Mr NQN (Paraiso lychee liquor, Vodka O, martini bianco, lychee & lemon juice) which is sweet with floral lychee and a Mulan Rouge for Louise with Pama, Grey Goose vodka, vanilla and citrus (she asks for no egg white). Viggo has a beer and I stick with sparkling water because I've had a few days of drinking already. The chef here is Marble Ng formerly at Lotus and you can definitely see similarities here.

Ice plant salad with seared scallops $19.50

The food comes out surprisingly quickly and the first dish to arrive is the ice plant salad with crisp, slightly salty ice plant with a sweet dressing on it and two seared scallops. The ice plant is refreshing and good and it almost doesn't really need the scallops (which at two seems a little tight).

Sweet & sour fried eggplant $23

When we ordered this dish our waitress suggested that we change this for a healthier vegetable dish but said "Do you want delicious or healthy?" and we all answered with a resounding "delicious!" and so it was this eggplant dish over wok fried greens. It's battered eggplant batons with a sweet and sour sauce. The eggplant is piping hot and melts in the mouth inside the crunchy batter. Everyone loves this dish.

Mama Mulan fried rice (GF) $22

There are two types of fried rice and we went with this one as it has wagyu and XO sauce along with asparagus, baby corn, snow peas, coriander, spring onion and egg. It's a very good fried rice, a little on the oily side and the wagyu is good in it although there isn't much XO sauce flavour in it at all.

Braised pork belly with cinnamon, star anise, chilli & bamboo shoots $28

Viggo is a pork fan so we always make sure to order pork whenever we eat out with him. The braised pork belly comes as a bowl of thickish pork belly slices with cinnamon, star anise, Brussels sprouts and bamboo shoots. It has the flavour of char siu but with a sauce with it too. The bamboo shoots are nice although the Brussels sprouts don't go so well with it. Mr NQN remarks, "Do you think they accidentally put them in?".

Roast Mongolian style lamb ribs with cumin $45

A surprising favourite are the Mongolian style lamb ribs covered in toasted cumin seeds with a chilli sauce on the side and a somewhat incongruous red cabbage salad. The lamb is served on the long bone and the meat is wonderfully soft and melting. The chilli sauce provides a nice spicy counterpoint to the fatty meat. We all found that the creamy dressed salad didn't really suit it as something acidic or pickle-y would have been better.

Pippies $32.50 for 500g with noodles $20 and black pepper sauce

We also ordered a bowl of pippies in black pepper sauce because we thought we were getting our fix for the XO sauce with the fried rice. We also ordered some crispy fried vermicelli noodles as I was still craving noodles. The pippies are excellent-fat and meaty while the sauce is very bold and spicy, perhaps a little too strong for us. I do like the spicy tingle though and even with the three of us eating (Viggo abstained as he is allergic to shellfish) we can barely get through half of this dish.

Duo Duo - salted caramel deep-fried ice cream $14.50

We have just enough room to share one dessert and the one that appealed to us the most is the deep fried ice cream and is a collaboration between the restaurant and the Duo Duo fried ice cream food truck. It's a creamy vanilla bean ice cream in a layer of panko crumbs. On top is a tasty sea salt caramel sauce topped with crunchy caramel butterscotch popcorn. It's definitely a step above the usual fried ice cream and we all really enjoy this leaving no trace behind.

So tell me Dear Reader, are you team dumpling or team noodles? And would you go for delicious or healthy if you had to choose one?

This meal was independently paid for.

The Concourse, Level 1 above Willoughby City Library, Chatswood NSW 2067 Monday to Saturday 11:30am–3pm, 5:30–10pm Sunday 11:30am–3pm, 5:30–9pm Phone: (02) 9157 1488

Source: https://www.notquitenigella.com/2019/06/16/mama-mulan-chatswood/

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Silver birch

Silver birch, well we don’t have very many on the Wimpole estate, they do however grow in abundance in the ancient Eversden wood taking advantage of any coupe felling as they are a pioneer species. Fast growing, demanding a lot of light and have literally zillions of light weight seeds that drift from the parent tree far and wide. However I went to Norfolk to help Andy Marczewski thin a few of his trees in the woodland he owns. Most were silver birch and would predominately go for firewood but some were big enough to plank and we also chose the ones with puppy burs on them. Below is a small gallery of photos from his wood which is acidic so had a different flora to Wimpole which has calcareous soils.

I left Norfolk with a car loaded to the hilt with silver birch for the Wympole bodgers, I wonder what they will make out of the wood which is incidentally not suitable for outside use as it rots away quite quickly so I guess they’ll be making treen and the like.

The Bedford MJ fire engine

In April the Wympole bodgers had an invite from the Framlingham country show to demonstrate some rural skills, seemed a good opportunity to see somewhere different and what a difference, the show ground over looked the spectacular Framingham castle

Framlingham castle

Framlingham castle was built by the Bigods, a powerful Norman family in the 12th century. The first stone buildings at the site were probably the work of Hugh Bigod, 1st Earl of Norfolk (d. 1177). But it was under his successor, Roger Bigod II (d. 1221), that the huge stone curtain walls we see today were built.

In 1213 Roger Bigod II entertained King John at the castle. But by 1215 relations had soured – Roger, along with 25 other barons, challenged the high military taxes levied by King John and forced him to accept the Magna Carta. Enraged, John laid siege to Framlingham in 1216. After two days, the castle surrendered. This loss of the castle was only temporary however – it was later restored to the Bigods.

Pippy birch

Well just over looking the castle was sufficient enough to make a lovely weekend but it just happened to be a weekend of glorious weather, I had brought along a star tent in case of rain but in fact it became more useful for shade. Well you don’t normally get this sort of weather in April!

Many items were made with the birch ranging from turned bowls, spoons to had carved bowls, best of which were made by John Warricker. A little gallery can be seen below of the bodgers at work.

Flaming hell!!!!

It was a very busy and eventful show which had other traditional rural skills selling their wears plus some exciting arena displays for the public. A few things caught my eye and I think the show winner for me were the cutlery birds, stainless steel so they can decorate your garden without ever rusting what a novel idea for all those unwanted knives, spoons and folks.I did also admire the trunk! and chest made from one solid piece of tree trunk, wonder if trunk came from the fact you can make a trunk from a trunk?

Framlingham mere

Blackthorn blossom

Apparently the mere was dug to make the castle mound and use to be a lot big, however I’m not sure soil would make good foundations for a castle. Its wildlife is equally special and the reserve is best known for its sedge beds – a rare habitat in Suffolk and a stream of migrating birds. There is apparently a wonderful show of marsh marigolds but they had only just started to flower while we were there then there are other wetland plants like the delicate ragged-robin and lady’s smock in spring and if water levels aren’t too high, birds like green and common sandpiper and snipe can sometimes be seen.

The mere is used by a lot of people

A build up of silt over recent years resulted in restoration work being carried out by Suffolk Wildlife Trust, Framlingham College and the Environment Agency. This involved removing over 40,000 tonnes of accumulated mud from the Mere to restore water levels and wetland wildlife, pollarding historic trees and planting new ones and improving information for visitors. Wildlife has already responded to the improvement in water quality resulting from the restoration and its a delight to walk around especially early in the morning in the mist. Below is another gallery of the mere on my morning walks with the dogs.

Time for home

Even some historic sites on the way home

Just outside Framingham you’ll also find the Saxted post windmill which was built-in 1796, quite a pretty windmill and owned by English Heritage, Framlingham castle, both are worth a visit and thoroughly recommended.

Star gazer chair made from planking off cuts and idea seen at the Framingham show

The normal Wympole bodgers later in the month was a much quieter fair but we did make more bespoke birch bowls and spoons and I also neglected to say that I had also brought back some mountain ash aka rowan. We were not sure what use the wood was but as it turns out it is a superb choice for making spatulas, seems to have the right qualities, rather fine reasonably dense wood.

Items made from April

Wympole bodgers in Framlingham Silver birch, well we don't have very many on the Wimpole estate, they do however grow in abundance in the ancient Eversden wood taking advantage of any coupe felling as they are a pioneer species.

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Fish: Jewfish

Bait: Whole mullet, tailor fillets, beach worms

Timing: May to September during the night around the full moon, low or high tide

Location: Deep gutters and rocky outcrops

Obviously, a lot more varieties exist to take, including spanish mackerel, tuna, and reef fish. And when you are not indisposed to a little bit of ocean fishing, you are able to book a berth on among the bigger motorboats launched to benefit from the red emperor, barrier trout, maori cod and parrot found from the Continental Shelf and native reefs.

Aquatic Sports

As you'd expect, Fraser Island plays location of a wide array of aquatic sports. Whether you are following a lazy drifting mid-day - cocktail in hands, or perhaps an invigorating workout, there is a water sport for you personally. All fitness levels (and levels!) are catered for.

Ease yourself in to the aqua-existence having a refreshing dip at probably the most beautiful beaches on the planet. Encircled by pure white-colored sandy beaches, the obvious blue waters of Lake McKenzie are undoubtedly among probably the most idyllic found. Alternatively, exercise your imagination with a vacation to the ghostly shipwreck from the "Maheno", then submerge yourself within the very obvious waters of Eli Creek.

Fraser Island sits on the huge reservoir of freshwater, and hosts numerous spectacular freshwater ponds, including some perched high above ocean level. You've the selection of over 40 ponds... Lake Wabby, Champagne Pools, Basin Lake... to mention however a couple of. Clearly, Fraser Island is nicely outfitted to pamper the fussiest freshwater connoisseur.

For something a bit more strenuous, why don't you hire paddle ski or canoe and paddle yourself up Dundonga Creek. It's generally single hour round-trip, so when you come back, you'll anticipate to settle back to more relaxed pastimes.

Whale and Dolphin Watching

Each year from August to October, you are able to book a berth on the whale watch cruise. Have a fantastic half day's sun, salt, and sea breezes and keep your vision peeled for Fraser's famous moving humpbacks.

The annual humpback migration is really an incredible spectacle. Family pods have a well earned rest within the waters west of Fraser Island after travelling 5000 km in the icy waters from the Antarctic. The view of a 15 tonne (this is the weight of 11 tigers!) adult female humpback rearing from the sea is completely awe-inspiring.

And do not worry... in case your holiday does not coincide using the migration, you may still catch a cruise questing for dolphins, dugongs, turtles and also the odd Indo Off-shore Humpback.

Confer with your resort or hotel for details about organising a whale or dolphin watching cruise. Alternatively, contact Kingfisher Bay Resort and get regarding their tours.

Tips & Reminders

Use of Fraser Island is by vehicular barge or catamaran

4WDs only on Fraser Island (there aren't any paved roads with the exception of resorts)

Don't feed or pet the dingoes (or other creatures)

No domestic creatures permitted

Most activities around the island could be enjoyed individually or included in a booked tour group

You will need permits to 4WD or camp

4WDs could be hired around the landmass or around the island

Don't leave food unwatched

Basically the toughest sand could be unpredictable and risky for any 4WD

Everywhere tide gutters around beginning or dusk are perfect for fishing

If four wheel driving, have a good map along with a steering wheel pressure gauge

Just How Much?

Accommodation - Prices change from roughly $4 every night if you are camping up to $850 every night for that Very important personel room in the 4½ star luxury of Kingfisher Bay Resort.

Permits - A 4WD vehicle permit can cost you $31.85. Camping permits are $4 per person every night or $16 per family every night. Children under 5 have the freedom. To buy a permit or obtain more information, call the Queensland National Parks and Wildlife Service at Rainbow Beach on (07) 5486 3160.

Vehicular Barge Access - Barges operate daily from Hervey Bay and Rainbow Beach. Tickets start at $82.20 return per vehicle per driver. Extra vehicle passengers will definitely cost $5.50 each. Several barges operate with various destinations around the island. Most require bookings.

4WD Hire - Rates start around $90 each day for any Suzuki Sierra, as much as $130 each day for any Landrover Defender (with respect to the time period of hire).

Flights to Queensland - Qantas offers return flights to Hervey Bay via Queensland from $407 departing Sydney, and from $527 departing Melbourne. Want to know more about the best Rainbow Beach Motel? Visit our website for more information.

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