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

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if i have to dream, i wish i could dream about something besides doing the backstroke!

the first (bottommost) line, undivided, shows its subject, when the movement approaches, looking out and around with apprehension, and afterwards smiling and talking cheerfully. there will be good fortune.

words that embody things that you may be a part of are "juxtaposition."

words that embody people or things in your periphery are "astronaut, butterfly, electricity, enthusiasm, transformation."

she had been unable to get an answer to any of her numerous calls, and suspected the bell had been removed.

held together by an unexampled concurrence of sentiment, which, is nevertheless subject to change, and which, every secret enemy is endeavouring to dissolve. our present condition, is, legislation without law; wisdom without a plan; a constitution without a name; and, what is strangely astonishing, perfect independance contending for dependance. the instance is without a precedent; the case never existed before; and who can tell what may be the event? the property of no man is secure in the present unbraced system of things. the mind of the multitude is left at random, and seeing no fixed object before them, they pursue such as fancy or opinion starts.

i request all women to imagine for themselves the reflections of which this was the first.

"you are anxious for a compliment, so i will tell you that you have improved her. You have cured her of her school-girl's giggle; she really does you credit."

"thank you. i should be mortified indeed if i did not believe i had been of some use; but it is not every body who will bestow praise where they may. You do not often overpower me with it."

monday xcix

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