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| Monday, January 3rd, 2011 | | 2:51 am |
@@@@@I was just getting to know the little
@@@@@I was just getting to know the little babies
“ ‘Bad time pity’ is right,” mumbled StJacques, picking up the telephone“Yes?”
“Hello, John?” said the chief aide to the Crown governor, a man who had befriended the
Canadian developer and helped him through the maze of the colony’s Territorial Regulations
“Can I call you back, Henry? I’m kind of harried at the moment
“I’m afraid there’s no time, chapThis is straight from the Foreign OfficeThey want our
immediate cooperation, and it won’t do you any harm, either
“Oh?”
“It seems there’s an old fellow and his wife arriving on Air France’s connecting flight from
Antigua at ten-thirty and Whitehall wants the red-carpet treatmentApparently the old boy had a
splendid war, with a slew of decorations, and worked with a lot of our chaps across the Channel
“Henry, I’m really in a hurryWhat’s any of this got to do with me?”
“Well, I rather assumed you might have more of an idea about that than we doProbably one of
your rich Canadian guests, perhaps a Frenchie from Montreal who came out of the Résistance and
who thought of you—”
“Insults will only get you a bottle of superior French Canadian wineWhat do you want?”
“Put up our hero and his lady in the finest accommodations you’ve got, with a room for the
French-speaking nurse we’ve assigned to them
“On an hour’s notice?”
“Well, chap, our buns could be in a collective sling, if you know what I mean—and your so vital
but erratic telephone service does depend on a degree of Crown intervention, if you also know what
I mean
“Henry, you’re a terrific negotiatorYou so politely kick a person so accurately where it hurts
What’s our hero’s name? Quickly, please!”
“Our names are Jean Pierre and Regine Fontaine, Monsieur le Directeur, and here are our
passports,” said the soft-spokenold man inside the immigration officer’s glass-enclosed office, the
chief aide of the Crown governor at his side“My wife can be seen over there,” he added, pointing
through the window“She is talking with the mademoiselle in the white uniform
“Please, Monsieur Fontaine,” protested the stocky black immigration official in a pronounced
British accent“This is merely an informal formality, a stamping procedure, if you likeAlso to
remove you from the inconvenience of so many admirersRumors have gone throughout the airport
that a great man has arriv | | Sunday, January 2nd, 2011 | | 2:51 am |
@@@@@he knew be looking
for him, she thought
@@@@@he knew be looking
for him, she thought angrilyWho does he think he anyhow, to come
strolling into my world and just stand there expect me to fall into
his arms? There are plenty of men in this room, even-who've been
smothering me with attention, hanging around my drawing room,
sending
flowers every day, notes, and even jewelryWhat makes Mister Nigh
and
Mighty Butler think that all he has to do is lift his little finger and
I'll running? "What a pleasant surprise," she said, and the cool tone
of her voice pleased her
Rhett held out his hand, and she put hers in it without thinking
"May I have this dance, MrsO'hara?" Scarlett caught her
breath in alarm"Rhett, you're not going to tell on me?
Everybody believes I'm a widow!" he smiled and took her into his
arms
as the music began"Your secret is safe with me, Scarlett
She could feel the rasp of his voice on her skin, and his warm breath"What the devil are you doing here?" she askedHis hand was warm at her waist, strong,
supporting,
directing her body as they turnedUnconsciously Scarlett revelled in
his strength and rebelled against his control over her even as she
remembered the joy of following his steps in the giddying swirling
motion of the waltz"I couldn't resist my
curiosity," he said"I was in London on business, and everyone was
talking about an American who was taking Dublin Castle by storm
'Could that be Scarlett of the striped stockings?" I asked myselfBart Morland confirmed my suspicionsThen I
couldn't get him to stop talking about youhe even made me ride
with
him through your town
According to him, you rebuilt it with your own hands His eyes raked
over her from head to toe"You've changed, Scarlett," he said
quietly"The charming girl has become an elegant, grown-up woman
I
salute you, I really do The unvarnished honesty and warmth of
his voice made Scarlett forget her resentments"Thank you, Rhett,"
she
sai | | Saturday, January 1st, 2011 | | 2:51 am |
Gucci Indy Bag,replica prada,omega seamaster... Gucci Indy Bag,replica prada,omega seamaster vintage,santos cartier,prada messenger@@@@@ There was no dim light to greet me nowI was fairly sure I was in the last leg–the turns and twists were still vaguely familiarI let my left hand drag against the wall as low as I could reach, feeling for the opening as I crept forwardI wasn't decided on crawling backinside the cramped hole, but at least it would give me a reference point, letting me know that I was where I meant to be As it happened, I didn't have the option of inhabiting my cell Gucci Indy Bag again In the same moment that my fingers brushed the rough edge at the top of the hole, my foot hit an obstacle and I stumbled, falling to my kneesI threw my hands out to catch myself, and they landed with a crunch and a crackle, breaking through something that wasn't rock and didn't belong here The sound startled me; the unexpected object frightened mePerhaps I'd made a wrong turn and wasn't anywhere near my holePerhaps I was in someone's living replica prada spaceI ran through the memory of my recent journey in my head, wondering how I could have gotten so turned about Meanwhile, I listened for some reaction to my crashing fall, holding absolutely still in the darkness There was nothing–no reaction, no soundIt was only dark and stuffy and humid, as it always was, and so silent that I knew I must be alone Carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible, I took stock of my surroundings My hands were omega seamaster vintage stuck in somethingI pulled them free, tracing the contours of what felt like a cardboard box–a cardboard box with a sheet of thin, crackly plastic on top that my hands had fallen throughI felt around inside the box and found a layer of more crackly plastic–small rectangles that made a lot of noise when I handled themI retreated quickly, afraid of drawing attention to myself I remembered that I'd thought I'd found the top of the holeI searched to santos cartier my left and found more stacks of cardboard squares on that sideI tried to find the top of the stack and had to stand in order to do so–it was as high as my headI searched until I found the wall, and then the hole, exactly where I'd thought it wasI tried to climb in to ascertain if it really was the same place–one second on that bowed floor and I would know it for certain–but I could not get any farther than the openingIt, too, was crammed full of prada messenger bo | | Friday, December 31st, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
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RED: What the fug is that swill?
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RED: What the fug is that swill?
COOK: It's owl shitWha'd you think it was?
RED: Okay, I just thought it was somethin' I couldn't eat(Laughter)
COOK: (good naturedly) Move on, move on, before I knock-the-crap-out-of-you
RED: Take a bite on this
GALLAGHER: That goddam stew again
COOK: (shouting to the other cooks and KPs on the serving line) Private Gallagher is bitching, men
KP: Send him to officers' mess
GALLAGHER: Give me a little more, will ya?
COOK: These portions are scientifically measured by QuartermasterMove on!
GALLAGHER: You sonofabitch
COOK: Go beat your meat
BROWN: General Cummings, you're the best damn guy in the outfit
COOK: You looking for more meat? You won't get it
BROWN: You're the worst guy in the outfit
COOK: (turning to the serving line) Sergeant Brown is now passing in review
BROWN: As you were, men
WILSON: Ah swear, don't you ration destroyers know another way to fug up this stew?
COOK: "When it's smokin', it's cookin'; when it's burnin', it's done
WILSON: (chuckling) Ah figgered you all had a system
COOK: Take a bite on this
WILSON: You got to wait your turn, boyThey's five men in recon is ahead of ya
COOK: For you, I'll waitWho're you to block traffic?
(The soldiers file by
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BY THE end of the first month of the campaign, the front-line troops had advanced to the base of the peninsulaBeyond it the island extended on either side, and about five miles from the junction of the peninsula with the mainland, the mountains of the Watamai Range ran along parallel to the seaThe Toyaku Line was drawn up to the left of the peninsula on a fairly straight line running from the cliffs of the mountain range to the oce | | Thursday, December 30th, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
@@@@@Another quarter
of an hour brought her a
@@@@@Another quarter
of an hour brought her a great deal moreWilliam was soon
calling out from the landing-place of the second story for his mother
and for RebeccaHe was in distress for something that he had left
there, and did not find againA key was mislaid, Betsey accused of
having got at his new hat, and some slight, but essential alteration
of his uniform waistcoat, which he had been promised to have done
for him, entirely neglectedPrice, Rebecca, and Betsey all went up to defend themselves,
all talking together, but Rebecca loudest, and the job was to be done
as well as it could in a great hurry; William trying in vain to send
Betsey down again, or keep her from being troublesome where she
was; the whole of which, as almost every door in the house was
open, could be plainly distinguished in the parlour, except when
drowned at intervals by the superior noise of Sam, Tom, and Charles
chasing each other up and down stairs, and tumbling about and
hallooing
Fanny was almost stunnedThe smallness of the house and thinness
of the walls brought everything so close to her, that, added to
the fatigue of her journey, and all her recent agitation, she hardly
knew how to bear itWithin the room all was tranquil enough, for
Susan having disappeared with the others, there were soon only her
father and herself remaining; and he, taking out a newspaper, the
accustomary loan of a neighbour, applied himself to studying it,
without seeming to recollect her existenceThe solitary candle was
held between himself and the paper, without any reference to her
possible convenience; but she had nothing to do, and was glad to
have the light screened from her aching head, as she sat in bewildered,
broken, sorrowful contemplationBut, alas! it was not such a home, she had not
such a welcome, as—she checked herself; she was unreasonable
What right had she to be of importance to her family? She could
have none, so long lost sight of! William’s concerns must be dearest,
they always had been, and he had every rightYet to have so little
said or asked about herself, to have scarcely an inquiry made after
Mansfield! It did pain her to have Mansfield forgotten; the friends
who had done so much—the dear, dear friends! But here, one sub333
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ject swallowed up all the restPerhaps it must be soThe destination
of the Thrush must be now preeminently interestingA day or two
might shew the differenceShe only was to blameYet she thought it
would not have been so at MansfieldNo, in her uncle’s house there
would have been a consideration of times and seasons, a regulation
of subject, a propriety, an attention towards everybody which there
was not here
The only interruption which thoughts like these received for nearly
half an hour was from a sudden burst of her father’s, not at all calculated
to compose themAt a more than ordinary pitch of thumping
and hallooing in the passage, he exclaimed, “Devil take those young
dogs! How they are singing out! Ay, Sam’s voice louder than all the
rest! That boy is fit for a boatswainHolla, you there! Sam, stop
your confounded pipe, or I shall be after you
This threat was so palpably disregarded, that though within five
minutes afterwards the three boys all burst into the room together
and sat down, Fanny could not consider it as a proof of anything
more than their being for the time thoroughly fagged, which their
hot faces and panting breaths seemed to prove, especially as they
were still kicking each other’s shins, and hallooing out at sudden
starts immediately under their father’s eye
The next opening of the door brought something more welcome:
it was for the tea-things, which she had begun almost to despair of
seeing that eveningSusan and an attendant girl, whose inferior
appearance informed Fanny, to her great surprise, that she had previously
seen the upper servant, brought in everything necessary for
the meal; Susan looking, as she put the kettle on the fire and glanced
at her sister, as if divided between the agreeable triumph of shewing
her activity and usefulness, and the dread of being thought to demean
herself by such an office“She had been into the kitchen,” she
said, “to hurry Sally and help make the toast, and spread the bread
and butter, or she did not know when they should have got tea, and
she was sure her sister must want something after her jou | | Wednesday, December 29th, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
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From the sounds penetrating the window,
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From the sounds penetrating the window, specifically the rapid, high-pitched speech of an
announcer, the general’s aide was engrossed in a baseball gameJason scanned the room as best he
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could; it was typically rustic, a profusion of browns and reds, from dark furniture to checkered
curtains, comfortable and masculine, a man’s cabin in the countryHowever, there were no
weapons in sight, not even the accepted antique rifle over the fireplace, and no general-issue 5
automatic either on the sergeant’s person or on the table beside the chairThe aide had no concerns
for his immediate safety and why should he? The estate of General Norman Swayne was totally
secure—fence, gates, patrols and disciplined roving attack dogs at all points of entryBourne stared
through the glass at the strong jowled face of the master sergeantWhat secrets did that large head
hold? He would find outMedusa’s Delta One would find out if he had to carve that skull apart
Jason pushed himself away from the window and walked around the cabin to the front doorHe
knocked twice with the knuckles of his left hand; in his right was the untraceable automatic
supplied by Alexander Conklin, the crown prince of dark operations
“It’s open, Rachel!” yelled the rasping voice from within
Bourne twisted the knob and shoved the door back; it swung slowly on its hinges and made
contact with the wall
“Jesus Christ!” roared the master sergeant, his heavy legs plunging off the ottoman as he
wriggled his massive body out of the chairYou’re a goddamned ghost! You’re dead!”
“Try again,” said Delta of Medusa“The name’s Flannagan, isn’t it? That’s what comes to
mind
“You’re dead!” repeated the general’s aide, screaming, his eyes bulging in panic“You bought it
in Hong Kong! You were killed in Hong Kong four, five years ago!”
“You kept tabs—”
“We know I know!”
“You’ve got connections in the right places, then
“You’re Bourne!”
“Obviously born again, you might say
“I don’t believe this!”
“Believe, FlannaganIt’s the ‘we’ we’re going to talk aboutSnake Lady, to be precise
“You’re the one—the one Swayne called ‘Cobra’!”
“It’s a snake
“I don’t get it—”
“It’s confu | | Monday, December 27th, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
@@@@@Mother
and daughter went riding together
@@@@@Mother
and daughter went riding together every day breakfastBut Scarlett
grew afraid to go out on the roads beca' the Whiteboys, and she didn't
want to spoil the intimacy of rides by taking grooms along, so their
route became the path had first used, past the tower and through the
ford and into boreen that led to Daniel's cottagePegeen O'hara might
not she thought, but she'll have to put up with Cat and me if she me
to
keep on paying Seamus' rentShe wished Daniel's son, Timothy,
wasn't
taking such a long time about finding a bridehe would have the
little cottage when he did, and the girl could only be an improvement
on PegeenScarlett missed the easy intimacy she had known with her
family before Pegeen joined itEvery time she left for a hunt
Scarlett asked Cat if she minded being leftThe little brown forehead
wrinkled with perplexity above Cat's clear green eyes"Why do people
mind?" she askedIt made Scarlett feel betterIn December she
explained to Cat that she'd be gone for a longer time because she was
going a long way, on the trainCat's response was the sameScarlett
set off for the long-awaited hunt with the Galway Blazers on a
Tuesday
She wanted a day of rest for herself as well as her horses before
Thursday's huntShe wasn't tired; on the contrary, she was almost
too
excited to sit still
But she wasn't about to take any chancesShe had to be better than
her bestIf Thursday was a triumph, she'd stay for Friday and
Saturday as wellHer best would be good enough thenAt the end of
the first day's hunting, John Graham presented Scarlett with the
gore-gummed pad that she had wonShe accepted it with a court
curtsey"Thank you, Your ExcellencyThe
applause was even louder when two stewards came in bearing a huge
platter that held a steaming pie"I've been telling everyone about
your sporting bet, MrsO'hara," said Graham, "and we'd devised a
small joke for y | | Sunday, December 26th, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
chanel tote,gucci for women,messenger bag... chanel tote,gucci for women,messenger bag prada,hermes replica,chanel vintage@@@@@He's not kidding, is he?” Jared said I treated that as a rhetorical question “Why don't you have a seat?” he asked me, patting the mat be-side him I deliberated for a moment, then went to sit against the same wall but close to the hole, putting the length of the mat between usMelanie didn't like this; she wanted to be near him, for me chanel tote to smell his scent and feel the warmth of his body beside me I did not want that–and it wasn't because I was afraid he would hurt me; he didn't look angry at the moment, only tired and waryI just didn't want to be any closer to himSomething in my chest was hurting to have him so near–to have him hating me in such close proximity He gucci for women watched me, his head tilted to the side; I could only meet his gaze fleetingly before I had to look away “I'm sorry about last night–about your faceI shouldn't have done that I stared at my hands, knotted together in a double fist on my lap “You don't have to be afraid of me I nodded, not looking at him“Thought you said you would talk messenger bag prada to me?” I shruggedI couldn't find my voice with the weight of his antagonism in the air between usHe scooted down the mat until he sat right beside me–the way Melanie had hoped forToo close–it was hard to think straight, hard to breathe right–but I couldn't bring myself to scoot awayOddly, for this was what she'd wanted in the first hermes replica place, Melanie was suddenly irritated What?I asked, startled by the intensity of her emotion I don't like him next to youIt doesn't feel rightI don't like the way you want him thereor the first time since we'd abandoned civilization together, I felt waves of hostility emanating from her “I just have one question,” Jared said, chanel vintage interruptin | | Saturday, December 25th, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
@@@@@That was the thing, that was what caused
@@@@@That was the thing, that was what caused this moodEverything was completely out of whack, none of the joints fittedThe men had been singing in the motor pool, and there had been something nice about it, something childish and braveAnd they were here on this road, a point moving along a line in the vast neutral spaces of the jungleAnd somewhere else a battle might be going onThe artillery, the small-arms fire they had been hearing constantly, might be nothing, something scattered along the front, or it might be all concentrated now in the minuscule inferno of combatThe night had broken them into all the isolated units that actually they were
He became conscious again of Dalleson's huge bulk against his own large body, and he stiffened a littleAfter a moment or two he fished a cigarette out of the breast pocket of his shirt and fumbled for a match
"Better not smoke," Dalleson grunted"The jeep lights are on
"Yeah," Dalleson grunted and was silent againHe shifted his seat slightly in the cramped rear of the jeep, and was annoyed at Hearn for taking up so much room, for smokingHe wasn't worried in the least about an ambushIf it came, he would meet it coolly and acquit himself wellWhat bothered him was what they were going to do when they got to the 151st ArtilleryHe had the anxiety of a dull student who was going to enter an examination he dreadedAs the G-3, in charge of operations and training, Dalleson was supposed to know the situation as well as the General, if not better, and without his maps and papers Dalleson felt lostThe General might depend on him for a decision, and that would be fatalHe twisted again in the seat, sniffed gloomily at Hearn's cigarette smoke, and then bent forward and spoke in what he thought was a low voice, although it brayed out loudly, startlingly
"I hope everything's okay when we get to the one-five-one, sir," Dalleson shouted
"Yes," the General said, listening to the spinning humming sounds of the tires as the jeep splashed through the mudDalleson's bellow had grated on himThey had been driving for ten minutes with the headlights on, and his sense of danger had abatedIf the line wasn't in, they would have to go riding through the mud for another half hour at least, and then there still might not be communication | | Friday, December 24th, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
@@@@@My influence, which is
not small shall all
@@@@@My influence, which is
not small shall all go that way; and when once married, and prop400
Mansfield Park
erly supported by her own family, people of respectability as they
are, she may recover her footing in society to a certain degreeIn
some circles, we know, she would never be admitted, but with good
dinners, and large parties, there will always be those who will be
glad of her acquaintance; and there is, undoubtedly, more liberality
and candour on those points than formerlyWhat I advise is, that
your father be quietDo not let him injure his own cause by interference
Persuade him to let things take their courseIf by any officious
exertions of his, she is induced to leave Henry’s protection,
there will be much less chance of his marrying her than if she remain
with himI know how he is likely to be influencedLet Sir
Thomas trust to his honour and compassion, and it may all end
well; but if he get his daughter away, it will be destroying the chief
hold”
After repeating this, Edmund was so much affected that Fanny,
watching him with silent, but most tender concern, was almost sorry
that the subject had been entered on at allIt was long before he
could speak againAt last, “Now, Fanny,” said he, “I shall soon have
doneI have told you the substance of all that she saidAs soon as I
could speak, I replied that I had not supposed it possible, coming in
such a state of mind into that house as I had done, that anything
could occur to make me suffer more, but that she had been inflicting
deeper wounds in almost every sentenceThat though I had, in
the course of our acquaintance, been often sensible of some difference
in our opinions, on points, too, of some moment, it had not
entered my imagination to conceive the difference could be such as
she had now proved itThat the manner in which she treated the
dreadful crime committed by her brother and my sister (with whom
lay the greater seduction I pretended not to say), but the manner in
which she spoke of the crime itself, giving it every reproach but the
right; considering its ill consequences only as they were to be braved
or overborne by a defiance of decency and impudence in wrong;
and last of all, and above all, recommending to us a compliance, a
compromise, an acquiescence in the continuance of the sin, on the
chance of a marriage which, thinking as I now thought of her brother,
should rather be prevented than sought; all this together most grievously
convinced me that I had never understood her before, and
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that, as far as related to mind, it had been the creature of my own
imagination, not Miss Crawford, that I had been too apt to dwell
on for many months pastThat, perhaps, it was best for me; I had
less to regret in sacrificing a friendship, feelings, hopes which must,
at any rate, have been torn from me nowAnd yet, that I must and
would confess that, could I have restored her to what she had appeared
to me before, I would infinitely prefer any increase of the
pain of parting, for the sake of carrying with me the right of tenderness
and esteemThis is what I said, the purport of it; but, as you
may imagine, not spoken so collectedly or methodically as I have
repeated it to youShe was astonished, exceedingly astonished—
more than astonishedI saw her change countenanceShe turned
extremely redI imagined I saw a mixture of many feelings: a great,
though short struggle; half a wish of yielding to truths, half a sense
of shame, but habit, habit carried itShe would have laughed if she
couldIt was a sort of laugh, as she answered, ‘A pretty good lecture,
upon my wordWas it part of your last sermon? At this rate you will
soon reform everybody at Mansfield and Thornton Lacey; and when
I hear of you next, it may be as a celebrated preacher in some great
society of Methodists, or as a missionary into foreign part | | Thursday, December 23rd, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
@@@@@The Deuxième has my flat under watchPerhaps
@@@@@The Deuxième has my flat under watchPerhaps I’ll have a visitor; it would
be convenient, n’est-ce pas?”
“You didn’t tell your office about—”
“About you?” interrupted Bernardine“How could I, monsieur, when I don’t know you? My
protective Bureau believes I had a threatening call from an old adversary known to be a
psychopathActually I removed him in the Maritimes years ago but I never closed the file—”
“Should you be telling me this on your telephone?”
“I thought I mentioned that it was a unique instrument
“Suffice it to say it cannot be tapped and still functionYou need rest, monsieurYou are no
good to anyone, least of all yourself, without itFind a bed, I cannot help you there
“ ‘Rest is a weapon,’ ” said Jason, repeating a phrase he had come to believe was a vital truth,
vital for survival in a world he loathed
“I beg your pardon?”
“NothingI’ll find a bed and call you in the morningBonne chance, mon ami
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He found a room at the Avenir, an inexpensive hotel on the rue Gay-LussacRegistering under a
false name, promptly forgotten, he climbed the stairs to his room, removed his clothes, and fell into
the bed“Rest is a weapon,” he said to himself, staring at the ceiling, at the flickering lights of the
Paris streets as they traveled across the plasterWhether rest came in a mountain cave or a rice
paddy in the Mekong Delta, it did not matter; it was a weapon frequently more powerful than
firepowerThat was the lesson drummed into his head by d’Anjou, the man who had given his life
in a Beijing forest so that Jason Bourne might liveRest is a weapon, he considered, touching the
bandage around his neck yet not really feeling it, its constricting presence fading as sleep came
He woke up slowly, cautiously, the noise of the traffic in the streets below pounding up to his
window, the metallic horns like the erratic cawing of angry crows amid the irregular bursts of angry
engines, full bore one moment, abrupt quiet the nextIt was a normal morning in the narrow streets
of ParisHolding his neck rigid, Jason swung his legs to the floor from the inadequate bed and
looked at his watch, startled at what he saw, wondering for an instant whether he had adjusted the
watch for Paris timeIt was 10:07 in the morning—Paris timeHe had slept
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nearly eleven hours, a fact confirmed by the rumbling in his stomachExhaustion was now replaced
by acute hunger
Food, however, would have to wait; there were things to take care of, and first on the list was to
reach Bernardine, and then to learn the security status of the Pont-Royal h | | Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010 | | 2:49 am |
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@@@@@The whole universe was bright blue
And
@@@@@The whole universe was bright blue
And finally I knew my nameI
remembered that now
A light touch on my face–a warm pressure on my lips, on my eyelidsAh, that's where they
wereI could make them blink now that I'd found them
“She's waking up!” someone crowed excitedlyMy heart gave another fluttery little thump
It took a moment for my eyes to focusThe blue that stabbed my eyes was all wrong–too pale,
too washed outIt wasn't the blue I wanted
A hand touched my face“Wanderer?”
I looked to the soundThe movement of my head on my neck felt so oddIt didn't feel like it
used to, but at the same time it felt the way it had always felt
My searching eyes found the blue I'd been looking forSapphire, snow, and midnight
“Ian? Ian, where am I?” The sound of the voice coming out of my throat frightened meSo high
and trillingFamiliar, but not mine“Whoam I?”
“You're you,” Ian told me“And you're right where you belong
I pulled one of my hands free from the giant's hand that held itI meant to touch my face, but
someone's hand reached toward me, and I froze
The reaching hand also froze above | | Saturday, December 18th, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
@@@@@The old man has never been able to
@@@@@The old man has never been able to understand AmericaIt is too large, too fast, the ordered suppressed castes of centuries wither here; people are always in fluxHis neighbors become wealthier, move away from the East Side to Brooklyn, to the Bronx, to the upper West Side; some of them lose their little businesses, drift farther down the street to another hovel, or migrate to the countryHe has been a peddler himself; in the spring before the first World War, he has carried his goods on his back, tramped the dirt roads through small New Jersey towns, selling scissors and thread and needlesBut he has never understood it and now in his sixties he is prematurely senile, an old man relegated to the back of a tiny candy store, drifting in Talmudic halls of thought(If a man hath a worm on his brain, it may be removed by laying a cabbage leaf near the orifice onto which the worm will crawl
His grandson, Joey, now seven, comes home from school weeping, a bruise on his faceMa, they beat me up, they beat me up, they called me sheenie
Who did, who was it?
It was the Italian kids, a whole gang, they beat me up
The sounds move in the old man's mind, alter his thought streamAn undependable people; in the Inquisition they let the Jews in at Genoa, but at Naples
He shrugs, watches the mother wash the blood away, fit a patch of adhesive to the cut
The old man laughs to himself, the delicate filtered laughter of a pessimist who is reassured that things have turned out badlyNu, this America is not so differentThe old man sees the goy faces staring at the victims
Joey, he calls in a harsh cracked voice
What is it, zaydee?
The goyim, what did they call you?
Sheenie
The grandfather shrugs againFor a moment an ancient buried anger moves himHe stares at the unformed features of the boy, the bright blond hairIn America even the Juden look like goyimThe old man rouses himself to speech, talks in YiddishThey beat you because you're a Jew, he saysDo you know what a Jew is?
Yes
The grandfather feels a spasm of warmth for his grandch | | Friday, December 17th, 2010 | | 2:50 am |
@@@@@And
yet
she was moving, in sickening
@@@@@And
yet
she was moving, in sickening swings and surging lifts and terrible,
terrible falling, fallingOh God, don't let me die! I
want to live"Scarlett!" The sound of her name was louder than the
clacking of her teeth and it penetrated to her consciousness
"Scarlett!" She knew that voice, it was Rhett's voiceAnd that was
Rhett's arm around her, holding herBut where was he? She couldn't
see anything through the water that kept hitting her face, glazing and
stinging her eyesShe opened her mouth to answer and at once it
was
filled with waterScarlett craned her head up as hard as she could
and blew the water from her mouthIf only her teeth would be still!
"Rhett," she tried to say His voice was very closeShe was
beginning
to make some kind of sense of things"Rhett," she said again"Now
listen carefully, my darling, listen harder than you've ever listened
in your lifeWe've got one chance, and we're going to take itThe
sloop is right here; I'm holding on to the rudder
We've got to get under it and use it for protectionThat means we've
got to go under the water and come up under the hull of the boatDo
you understand?" Everything in her cried out, No! If she went under
the water she'd drownIt was pulling her already, dragging at her
If she went under, she'd never come up! Panic seized herShe
couldn't breatheShe wanted to hold on to Rhett, and she wanted to
scream and scream and scream- Stop itAnd
the
voice was her ownYou've got to live through this, and you'll never
do it if you act like a gibbering idiot
"Wh-wh-what sh-should I d-d-d-do?" Damn this chatterin | | Saturday, December 11th, 2010 | | 3:05 am |
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The second Russian backup, hearing the
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The second Russian backup, hearing the death cry from behind the van, rose from the sloping
grass and continued toward the restaurant’s entranceFrom inside came the sound of erratic
gunfire, sudden bursts accompanied by screams of panic, followed by additional burstsA living
nightmare of terror and blood was taking place within the confines of a once bucolic country inn
Bourne got to his feet, Sergei at his side; running, they joined the other surviving Soviet aideAt
Jason’s nod, the Russians pulled back the doors and as one they burst inside
The next sixty seconds were as terrifying as the shrieking hell depicted by MunchA waiter and
two of the men who were among the three couples were dead, the waiter and one man sprawled on
the floor, their skulls shattered, what was left of their faces lying in blood; the third man was
splayed back in the banquette, his eyes wide and glass-dead, his clothes riddled with bullets,
rivulets of blood rolling down the fabricThe women were in total shock, alternately moaning and
screaming as they kept trying to crawl over the pine walls of the boothThe well-dressed man and
wife from the Italian embassy were nowhere in sight
Sergei suddenly rushed forward, his weapon on auto fire; in a rear corner of the room he had
spotted a figure whom Bourne had not seenThe stocking-faced killer sprang out of the shadows,
his machine swinging into position, but before he could exercise his advantage, the Soviet cut him
downAnother! A body lurching behind the short counter that served as a barWas it the Jackal?
Jason pivoted into the diagonal wall, crouching, his eyes darting into every recess in the vicinity of
the wine racksHe lunged to the base of the bar as the second Russian backup, assessing the
situation, ran to the hysterical women, spinning around, his gun swinging back and forth protecting
themThe stocking-faced head shot up from behind the counter, his weapon surging out over the
woodBourne sprang to his feet, gripping the hot barrel with his left hand, his right commanding
the AK-47; he fired point-blank into the terrorist’s contorted face beyond the silk
Where was the Jackal?
“In there!” shouted Sergei as if he had heard Jason’s furious question
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“Where?”
“Those doors!”
It was the country restaurant’s kitchenBoth men converged on the swinging doorsAgain
Bourne nodded, the signal for them to crash inside, but before they could move, both were partially
blown back by an explosion from within; a grenade had been set off, with fragments of metal and
glass embedded in the doorsThe smoke billowed, wafting out into the dining room; the smell was
acrid, sickening
Jason and Sergei once more approached the kitchen’s entrance, and once again they were
stopped by a second sudden explosion followed by staccato gunfire, the bullets piercing the thin,
louvered panels of the swinging doors
It was too much for the furious, impassioned ChameleonHe cracked the bolt of his AK-47,
pulled the selective lever and then the trigger for auto fire, and crashed the doors open, lunging for
the floor
Another scene from another hell | | Friday, December 10th, 2010 | | 2:52 am |
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It's a not entirely unproductive conceit
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It's a not entirely unproductive conceit to consider weapons as being something more than machines, as having personalities, perhaps, likenesses to the humanThe artillery tonight started it all in my mind, but how much it is like a generative process except that its end is so different
The imagery was a little unfamiliar to him; he noted the sexual symbols with some distaste, thought of DiVecchio
The howitzer like a queen bee I suppose being nurtured by the common dronesThe phallus-shell that rides through a shining vagina of steel, soars through the sky, and then ignites into the earthThe earth as the poet's image of womb-mother, I suppose
Even the language for artillery commands, the obviously coarse connotationsPerhaps it satisfies an unconscious satisfaction in us serving the Death-MotherSpread trails, level your bubbles, lay the pieceI recall that training class I inspected, the amusement of the trainees at that terminology, and the junior officer saying, "If you can't put the shell in that big hole, I don't know what you'll do when you get older Perhaps it's a notion worth analyzingAny psychoanalytical work on it?
But there are other weapons tooThese booby traps in Europe that the Germans use, or even our own experience at Hill 318 on MotomeDangerous things like a plague of vermin, squat black ugly little things, undermining the men with nausea and horror until the act of straightening a picture might make one weep -- from anticipation of the explosion or the fear that a few dark roaches might dart across the wall from the space one has uncovered
The tank and truck like the heavy ponderous animals of the jungle, buck and rhinoceri, the machine gun as the chattering gossip snarling many lives at once? Or the rifle, the quiet personal arm, the extension of a man's powerCan't we relate all of them?
And for the obverse, in battle, men are closer to machines than humansA plausible acceptable thesisBattle is an organization of thousands of man-machines who dart with governing habits across a field, sweat like a radiator in the sun, shiver and become stiff like a piece of metal in the rainWe are not so discrete from the machine any longer, I detect it in my thinkingWe are no longer adding apples and horsesA machine is worth so many men; the Navy has judged it even more finely than weThe nations whose leaders strive for Godhead apotheosize the machineI wonder if this applies to me
He sat back and lit a cigaretteThe mantle in the Coleman lantern was beginning to buzz, and he sat up to adjust it, remembering for an instant Hearn's expression as he had sat before him asking for a tran | | Saturday, December 4th, 2010 | | 2:51 am |
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