cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

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head in the clouds

wednesday lxxxviii ter

i had not the boldness or impudence or inclination to address you as you would have liked me to do, weeping and wailing and lamenting, and saying and doing many things which you have been accustomed to hear from others, and which, as i maintain, are unworthy of me. i thought at the time that i ought not to do anything common or mean when in danger: nor do i now repent of the style of my defence; i would rather die having spoken after my manner, than speak in your manner and live.

"he'd better not go wrong if he expects to keep on living in this state," james imparted, a hard light in his eyes.

the card in the lower left represents how your partner sees you. the sun: satisfaction. accomplishment. contentment. success. favorable relationships. love. joy. devotion. unselfish sentiment. engagement. a happy marriage. pleasure in daily existence. a good friend. high spirits. warmth. sincerity. pleasures derived from simple things. achievement in the arts. liberation.

the card in the lower right represents what your partner feels about you. three of clubs (virtue): practical knowledge. business acumen. enterprise. negotiation. trade. commerce.

"and since when have you discovered that there was any question of business, as far as i was concerned?"

the card in the center represents the present status or challenge of the relationship. page of coins: deep concentration and application. scholarship. reflection. desire for new ideas. a do-gooder. bearer of news.

for winding the straight horn, or beating a thicket for a hare, or a wench, he never had his fellow.

monsieur clapart, clothed in a shabby surtout, his feet in broken slippers, always wore green spectacles, and exhibited, whenever he removed his shabby cap of a bygone period, a pointed skull, from the top of which trailed a few dirty filaments which even a poet could scarcely call hair. this man, of wan complexion, seemed timorous, but withal tyrannical.

for a moment the bundle remained motionless--only the sound of breathing issued from it, then there broke from it a maniacal laugh.

cold sweat stood upon bradley's brow as he tugged for liberation. he saw the rags rise higher and higher above him until at last they tumbled upon the floor from the body of a naked man--a thin, a bony, a hideous caricature of man, that mouthed and mummed and, wabbling upon its weak and shaking legs, crumpled to the floor again, still laughing--laughing horribly.
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