April 13th, 2009


it just kills me not knowing what a bug could possibly have to forget!

saturday lxxxvii

yeah. it's like that.

"finish shaving?" repeated alfred in a puzzled way. then his hand went mechanically to his cheek and he stared at zoie in astonishment. "by jove!" he exclaimed, "i had forgotten all about it. that shows you how excited i am." and with a reluctant glance toward the cradle, he went quickly from the room, singing a high-pitched lullaby.

just as the three conspirators were drawing together for consultation, alfred returned to the room. it was apparent that there was something important on his mind.

and there we had a good room to ourselves, with wine and good cake, and saw the show very well.

identical with the one in the possession of mr mackenzie which he had obtained from the ill-starred wanderer. there was no mistaking the gold-lined fretwork cut in the thickness of the blade. so the man had told the truth after all.

he thought also with a certain pleasure of the surprise that some of them would feel when they saw his appointed mansion.

the lonely nightingale is heard.

the day will make thee silent soon,
o nightingale sing on for love!
while yet upon the shadowy grove
splinter the arrows of the moon.
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    hey montana
ha. ha.

can i help it if my house faces the ballpark?

sunday lxxxviii

the fourth line, undivided, shows its subject deliberating about what to seek his pleasure in, and not at rest. He borders on what would be injurious, but there will be cause for joy.

and having told you, that his spawn is excellent meat, and that the head of a large cheven, the throat being well washed, is the best part of him, i will say no more of this fish at the present, but wish you may catch the next you fish for.

the heralds then proclaimed silence until the laws of the tourney should be rehearsed. these were calculated in some degree to abate the dangers of the day; a precaution the more necessary, as the conflict was to be maintained with sharp swords and pointed lances.

she ripped open another letter. it was from theodore. he was coming to new york in august. the russian tour had been a brilliant success. they had arranged a series of concerts for him in the united states. he could give his concerto there. it was impossible in russia, munich, even berlin, because it was distinctly jewish in theme--as jewish as the kol nidre, and as somber. they would have none of it in europe. prejudice was too strong.

"unhappy man!" said richard, "i wonder no longer at thy misery."
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    i captured it so perfectly / as if i knew you'd disappear away