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show me the secrets to beauty

in your private life...
words that embody your presence are "cacophony, companion, culture, intellect, lightning, masochism, telephone."

drawing closer to the opening leading into the bright daylight, bradley surveyed what lay beyond. a short distance before him a large building stood in the center of several acres of grass and tree-covered ground, spanning the stream which disappeared through an opening in its foundation wall. from the large saucer-shaped roof and the vivid colorings of the various heterogeneous parts of the structure he recognized it as the temple past which he had been borne to the blue place of seven skulls.

he told himself that he had not a good head, that he was not well, that the sun was setting and the light no longer good, that he had a very good chance indeed of getting killed. then it came to him suddenly as a clear and simple truth, as something luminously plain, that it is better to get killed than go away defeated by such fears and unsteadiness as his. the change came into his mind as if a white light were suddenly turned on--where there had been nothing but shadows and darkness. he rose to his feet and went swiftly and intently the whole way back, going with a kind of temperate recklessness, and, because he was no longer careful, easily. he went on beyond his starting place toward the corner, and did that supreme bit, to and fro, that bit where the lump was falling away, and he had to crouch, as gaily as the rest. then he recrossed the bisse upon the pine log, clambered up through the pines to the crest, and returned through the meadows to his own hotel.

after that he should have slept the sleep of contentment, but instead he had quite dreadful nightmares, of hanging in frozen fear above incredible declivities, of ill-aimed leaps across chasms to slippery footholds, of planks that swayed and broke suddenly in the middle and headed him down and down. . . .

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grashupfer
Feb. 21st, 2011 03:00 pm (UTC)
Lightning Jones.
jones_casey
Feb. 21st, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)
will strike thrice, in fact.
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