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

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whatever happens, we must know how to suffer in silence.

(knowing is easy. it's the doing that's tricky.)

i kissed her hand and dropped on it a tear, which the tone of real feeling in her voice had brought to my eyes. in the advice she had given me, i read high principle worthy of herself and of me, true wisdom, and a tenderness of heart unspoilt by the narrow code of society. above all, i saw that she understood my character. these few simple words summed up the lessons which life and experience had brought her, perhaps at a heavy price.

(a camp in the dark - 47)

the thing was easy to decide, hard to accomplish. in this sensible roaring blackness i was sure of nothing but the direction of the wind. to this i set my face ; the road had disappeared, and i went across country, now in marshy opens, now baffled by walls unscalable to modestine, until i came once more in sight of some red windows. this time they were differently disposed. it was not fouzilhic, but fouzilhac, a hamlet little distant from the other in space, but worlds away in the spirit of its inhabitants. i tied modestine to a gate, and groped forward, stumbling among rocks, plunging mid-leg in bog, until i gained the entrance of the village. in the first lighted house there was a woman who would not open to me. she could do nothing, she cried to me through the door, being alone and lame ; but if I would apply at the next house, there was a man who could help me if he had a mind.

"to whom are you speaking?" asked laurence.

"alas!"

"what 're you alassin' about?" says the bald-head.

"to think i should have lived to be leading such a life, and be degraded down into such company." and he begun to wipe the corner of his eye with a rag.

"i don't believe that," said rosa, smiling; "if that worthy person is spying after any one, it is certainly not after my father."

"after whom, then?"

"me, for instance."

"you?"

"something extraordinary is going on, i am sure of it!" she exclaimed, looking at all of them.

"but how will you move your treasures up to town?"

"the simplest plan which i have found successful is an earthen jar. you may buy them with a cover which screws on with two iron clasps. if you do not find such, a piece of oilskin tied over the mouth is enough."

"why not?" said rosa, smiling.

"i don't say anything to the contrary."

"ah, that's true," cornelius observed, with a sigh. "you will not always have suitors in vain; this man may become your husband."

***

in your public life...
words that embody your presence are "inspiration, serendipity."

words that embody things that may be a part of you are "brain, bubble, clock, decadence, faith, hope, mask, scarab, space."

lostday cxxxiv quater
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