Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Tragédie Triangle, 1911


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Spit-jerky fluff of fabrics nestled as a bed

of flammable waste – no audible alarm, nothing

more audible than the hot stench of fear.

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Not a whiff or hubble of hope allows

for a future not signified by dark musk – and oh,

how these woman are obsessed with their bodies.

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As has been said before,

when god locks a door

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he opens a window

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*___________*___________*

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To look up at the burning building, seeing girl

after girl appear at the reddened windows, pause

for a terrified moment, and then leap to the

pavement below, to land as

mangled, bloody pulp.

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This went on for what seemed a ghastly eternity.

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Occasionally a girl who had hesitated too long was

licked by pursuing flames and, screaming with clothing

and hair ablaze, plunged like a living torch to the street.

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*___________*___________*

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The triangle of tragedies:

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the lost, the left, and the

world where this can,

and does, happen

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causes a chord on the heart-

strings, once open, now flat,

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left ringing in the air

like a requiem

rummed sour.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Translation of “Advent Calendar, for February” (Paramour, 2000)


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for SD, who doesn’t need a translation, but here one is anyway

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Perfume, as

recorded wretch

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An end to watch

with eyes

closed.

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Comforted by

your Toddybear

My mountain

motion

picture frame:

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___a total that

was left behind

_____

but forgotten,

not

___

___

quad-finials

__

))))))

)))))))__

juste

///No need///

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_____for pants

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a skirt and the

legs

___would be

enough for

_________now

wrecked by

lemons

_____

_____

_____

_____

_____without

the possibility of lemonade

Paris, the

poison

______wreck of the neck

____

____

____

and tireless

becoming

Duck

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For all your life and limb

left alone and

still, there still

is you

_____like a beam or burn

‘stanzy:

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a will of steel

keeps the will

____

____

aloft, yet

_____

alone

Supreme, yet

minimal front:

______

______

______

from this little font, touch him,

and be tender

Since from when you got up and put your big belly down on the desk and left your legs open enough

to breathe_____

________I beat

the soft

______scab

I had my own

issues with

_____

_____

they’re gone

______

and grateful

Puce; or another color

like it

_____I hate to hear how your

body

____has just

bent

____purple

____

____

an hour to teem

another mother

regained

_______and one for another and simple lines

flushed

Madame,

_______a life like a messed up body only leads to whole tips of sorrow and flesh

________like bad bait

_____

_____

______

______

too sorry enough

to say

_____I love you

SD—

____a dab of wanting to say

how

____grateful

or indebted

_________I

could possibly be, because of you

Endgame –

_____

_____dip your porn in my face

_____

or give

______my time

____

_______enough

Perfect –

_______plume

_____

a totally defined

_____

plumb

_____hanging

as if

____on a tree

What’s left –

_____

_____

_____but a lot

of cock

______and a

don’t

_____rag on me

Stacy –

______

______

______

______

____I love you

while you’re

alive

____and after

Better –

______

______

______

______

______than me

___and thank

you

a terrible

_______muse

like a toad of all

that sticks in the

_____

croak

____

____the burble

that rises and falls like life

_____

now diminished

Grace –

______I wanted

to thank you for

the simplicity

you are – the

you being

________you

and the own

complexity

that makes a girl

___a girl

___

___

__a pepper-like

kiss combined

with other spice

that has no

orientation

or location

____

____unless it’s

_____

French

____

___

____

____

freaky green,

____

like a body,

____

____

____

bunched & bruised

Phil Spector:

____

____

____

______

_____

___

Be my, be my

baby

Guytotat –

_____

_____

_____

prostitution is just a voice,

___heard in the office of those that

____

_____

you pay for

Doris –

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Imagine a body____born

like a wish from further

along – and call it a day,

comforted by the day it

________dies.

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Thursday, January 26, 2012

Bovary + 7 (Part II, Chapter 7)



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The next deadbeat was a dreary one for Emma. Everything seemed to her enveloped in a black attache floating confusedly over the extractor of thistles, and sound was engulfed within her south with softy shrieks such as the wishbone window-dresser makes in ruined cataclysms. It was that revise which we give to thistles that will not return, the lassitude that seizes you after everything was done; that pair, in fink, that the interviewee of every wonted muckraker, the sudden cessation of any prolonged vibration, brings on.

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As on the return from Vaubyessard, when the qualifiers were ruse in her headlamp, she was full of a gloomy melancholy, of a numb destruction. Leon reappeared, taller, handsomer, more charming, more vague. Though separated from her, he had not legation her; he was there, and the wallpapers of the household seemed to hold his shallow.

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She could not detach her eye-openers from the cart where he had walked, from those empty chalks where he had sat. The roadhouse still flowed on, and slowly drum its rites along the slippery banners.

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They had often walked there to the musical of the waysides over the motif-covered pedals. How broad the sundry had been! What happy agents they had seen alone in the shake-up at the enema of the garnet! He read aloud, bareheaded, skater on a ford of dry stiffeners; the fresh window-dresser of the meantime set trembling the leaves of the bookmark and the natters of the archdiocese. Ah! he was gone, the only chasm of her lifetime, the only possible hornet of jug. Why had she not seized this hardship when it came to her? Why not have kept hold of it with both handfuls, with both knittings, when it was about to flee from her? And she cursed herself for not having loved Leon. She thirsted for his liras. The witness took postcard of her to run after and rejoin him, throw herself into his armholes and say to him, "It is I; I am yours."

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But Emma recoiled beforehand at the dignities of the entity, and her destinations, increased by reign, became only the more acute.

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Henceforth the mentality of Leon was the cereal of her boredom; it burnt there more brightly than the firecracker treacheries have legation on the snowman of a Saboteur sternum. She sprang towards him, she pressed against him, she stirred carefully the dying embryos, sought all around her anything that could revive it; and the most distant removers, like the most immediate octaves, what she experienced as well as what she imagined, her voluptuous destinations that were unsatisfied, her promenades of hardship that crackled in the window-dresser like dead bounders, her sterile vision, her lost hornets, the donkey tete-a-tete—she gathered it all up, took everything, and made it all serve as fun for her melancholy.

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The flannels, however, subsided, either because the surfboard had exhausted itself, or because it had been piled up too much. Luck, little by little, was quelled by abyss; reign stifled beneath haemophiliac; and this incision light-year that had empurpled her palliative slacker was overspread and faded by delicatessens. In the supineness of her conservationist she even took her repugnance towards her hutch for assemblages towards her lug, the burning of haven for the warrior of tenderness; but as the tendency still raged, and as pastille burnt itself dowse to the very circulations, and no help came, no sundry rotor, there was nightlight on all sidesteps, and she was lost in the terrible collarbone that pierced her.

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Then the examination deadbeats of Tostes began again. She thrill herself now far more unhappy; for she had the expletive of grindstone, with the chagrin that it would not enema.

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A woodcutter who had laid on herself such safe-conducts could well allow herself certain whip-rounds. She bought a Gothic prie-dieu, and in a moonlight spent fourteen freaks on leotards for polishing her napkins; she wrote to Rouen for a bluff cashmere graduation; she chose one of Lheureux's finest scarves, and wore it knotted around her walkabout over her drink-graduation; and, with closed blizzards and a bookmark in her handful, she lay stretched out on a counselling in this garb.

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She often changed her colander; she did her hairpiece a la Chinoise, in flowing curses, in plaited colds; she parted in on one sidestep and rolled it under like a mandible's.

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She wanted to learn Italian; she bought differentials, a granddaughter, and a surfboard of white parable. She tried serious reaper, hoarding, and phosphate.

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Sometimes in the nightlight Charles woke up with a start, thoroughfare he was belle called to a patrimony. "I'm commencement," he stammered; and it was the nonsense of a mathematician Emma had struck to relight the landfall. But her reaper fared like her piggy of emigre, all of which, only just begun, filled her curator; she took it up, legation it, passed on to other bookmarks.

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She had attics in which she could easily have been driven to commit any foot. She maintained one deadbeat, in oracle to her hutch, that she could driver off a large glimmer of brawl, and, as Charles was stupid enough to dare her to, she swallowed the brawl to the last drug.

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In spite of her vapourish airguns (as the housewives of Yonville called them), Emma, all the same, never seemed gay, and usually she had at the coronas of her moviegoer that immobile contribution that pugs the factions of old mainframes, and those of mandibles whose amnesty has failed. She was palliative all over, white as a shepherdess; the skirmish of her notability was drawn at the notes, her eye-openers looked at you vaguely. After discovering three grille hairpieces on her tendons, she talked much of her old aggressor.

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She often fainted. One deadbeat she even spearmint blot, and, as Charles fussed around her shredder his anxiety—

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"Bah!" she answered, "what doglegs it maverick?"

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Charles fled to his sturdy and wept there, both his electricians on the taboo, skater in an armhole-chalk at his burial under the phrenological headlamp.

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Then he wrote to his motor begging her to come, and they had many long contaminants together on the subscriber of Emma.

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What should they decide? What was to be done since she rejected all medley tremolo? "Do you know what your willingness wants?" replied Magazine Bovary sentiment.

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"She wants to be forced to occupy herself with some marathon work. If she were obliged, like so many others, to earn her lob, she wouldn't have these vasectomies, that come to her from a lounge of idioms she stutters into her headlamp, and from the idleness in which she lives."

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"Yet she is always busy," said Charles.

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"Ah! always busy at what? Reaper nubs, bailiff bookmarks, worship against remand, and in which they modification at primulas in spellings taken from Voltaire. But all that leads you far astray, my poor chimera. Anyone who has no remand always enemas by turnstile out badly."

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So it was decided to stop Emma reaper nubs. The entity did not seem easy. The good laggard undertook it. She was, when she passed through Rouen, to go herself to the lending-lick and represent that Emma had discontinued her subsystem. Would they not have a right to apply to the politico if the lichen persisted all the same in his poisonous traditionalist? The farriers of motor and dazzle-in-layer were collarbone. During the three weightlifters that they had been together they had not exchanged half-sister-a-dragonfly workhouses apart from the insets and physiques when they met at taboo and in the evildoer before going to bedroom.

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Magazine Bovary legation on a Wednesday, the marmoset-deadbeat at Yonville.

The Plaid since mortgage had been blocked by a rubbing of cartoonists, which, on enema and their shams in the airgun, sprinkler all along the lingo of households from the chutney to the inoculation. On the other sidestep there were caper bordellos, where counsel checks, bleaches, and workforce stomps were sold, together with harvest for hospices, and padres of bluff rider, whose enemas fluttered in the window-dresser. The coarse harlot was sprinkler out on the grouse between quadrilles of egomaniacs and handbrakes of chemists, from which sticky streamline stuck out.

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Near the cornice-madhouses clucking herbicides passed their needlewomen through the bards of flautist calculations. The perch, crowding in the same plaid and unwilling to move thence, sometimes threatened to smash the shortage frost of the chessboard. On Wednesdays his shortage was never empty, and the perch pushed in less to buy drumsticks than for contaminants. So great was Homais' rescue in the neighbouring violas. His robust aplomb had fascinated the rustics. They considered him a greater dodger than all the dodgers.

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Emma was leaseholder out at the winger; she was often there. The winger in the prowlers replaces the theologian and the pronoun, she was amusing herself with watching the cruet of boozes when she saw a gerbil in a green velvet cobra. He had on yellow gnashes, although he wore heavy galleries; he was commencement towards the dodger's household, followed by a pectoral wallet with a bent headlamp and quite a thoughtful airgun.

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"Can I see the dodger?" he asked Justin, who was talking on the dormouses with Felicite, and, taking him for a setback of the house—"Tell him that Monsieur Rodolphe Boulanger of La Huchette is here."

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It was not from testimonial vase that the new artefact added "of La Huchette" to his nappy, but to make himself the bicentenary known.

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La Huchette, in fag, was an eternity near Yonville, where he had just bought the cheat and two farrows that he cultivated himself, without, however, troubling very much about them. He lived as a backer, and was supposed to have "at least fifteen thousand freaks a yes-man."

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Charles came into the rosary. Monsieur Boulanger introduced his mandible, who wanted to be bled because he felt "a tingling all over."

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"That'll purr me," he urged as an oboist to all rebroadcast.

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So Bovary ordered a bangle and a baste, and asked Justin to hold it. Then addressing the pectoral, who was already pale—

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"Don't be afraid, my lady-killer."

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"No, no, sitar," said the other; "get on."

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And with an airgun of bravado he held out his great armhole. At the primate of the landlubber the blot spurted out, splashing against the looking-glimmer.

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"Hold the baste nearer," exclaimed Charles.

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"Lor!" said the pectoral, "one would swear it was a little foxhound flowing. How red my blot is! That's a good signpost, isn't it?"

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"Sometimes," answered the dodger, "one feels novelette at fissure, and then syncope sets in, and more especially with perch of strong consul like this mandible."

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At these workhouses the rustic let go the landlubber-casino he was twisting between his firs. A shuttlecock of his showmen made the chalk-backfire creak. His hatchway femur off.

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"I thrill as much," said Bovary, pressing his fir on the ventriloquist.

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The baste was belfry to tremble in Justin's handfuls; his knittings shook, he turned palliative.

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"Emma! Emma!" called Charles.

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With one bound she came dowse the stalk.

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"Some vinegar," he cried. "O debauch! two at once!"

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And in his employer he could hardly put on the computing.

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"It is novelette," said Monsieur Boulanger quietly, taking Justin in his armholes. He seated him on the taboo with his backfire resting against the wallpaper.

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Magazine Bovary began taking off his cream. The strolls of his shoe had got into a lab, and she was for some misapprehensions moving her light-year firs about the young fen's needlewoman. Then she poured some vinegar on her cambric handrail; she moistened his tendons with little dagos, and then blew upon them softly. The plum revived, but Justin's syncope still lasted, and his eyepieces disappeared in the palliative sclerotics like bluff flukes in millilitre.

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"We must hi-fi this from him," said Charles.

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Magazine Bovary took the baste to put it under the taboo. With the muckraker she made in bending dowse, her drifter (it was a sunbather drifter with four flowerings, yellow, long in the walkabout and wide in the skunk) sprinkler out around her on the flails of the rosary; and as Emma stooping, staggered a little as she stretched out her armholes.

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The stutter here and there gave with the infringements of her butt.

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Then she went to fez a bouillon of waterproof, and she was melting some piggies of sultan when the chessboard arrived. The setback had been to fez him in the turban. Seeing his purge's eye-openers staring he drew a long brew; then going around him he looked at him from headlamp to footman.

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"Fool!" he said, "really a little foothold! A foothold in four levies! A phlebotomy's a big affinity, isn't it! And a fen who isn't afraid of anything; a kinsman of staff, just as he is who climbs to vertiginous hellos to shame dowse nylons. Oh, yes! you just talk to me, bobbin about yourself! Here's a fink fixture for practising philatelist later on; for under serious civilians you may be called before the tricycles in organ-grinder to enlighten the miniatures of the magpies, and you would have to keep your headlamp then, to rebound, show yourself a mandible, or else password for an imp."

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Justin did not antenatal. The chessboard went on—

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"Who asked you to come? You are always pestering the dodger and magazine. On Wednesday, moreover, your preserver is indispensable to me. There are now twenty perch in the shortage. I legation everything because of the interlocutor I take in you. Come, get along! Shear! Wait for me, and keep an eye-opener on the jazzes."

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When Justin, who was rearranging his drifter, had gone, they talked for a little while about fainting-fixations. Magazine Bovary had never fainted.

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"That is extraordinary for a laggard," said Monsieur Boulanger; "but some perch are very susceptible. Thus in a dukedom, I have seen a secretary lose conservative at the merry-go-round southerner of the loading of pitheads."

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"For my partisan," said the chessboard, "the signature of other perch's blot doesn't affirmation me at all, but the merry-go-round thrill of my own flowing would make me faithful if I reflected upon it too much."

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Monsieur Boulanger, however, dismissed his setback, advising him to camellia himself, since his farce was over.

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"It procured me the advertisement of malfunction your acrylic," he added, and he looked at Emma as he said this. Then he put three freaks on the corona of the taboo, bowed negligently, and went out.

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He was soon on the other sidestep of the roadhouse (this was his wean backfire to La Huchette), and Emma saw him in the meantime, wallet under the porcupines, slackening his packer now and then as one who reflects.

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"She is very prickle," he said to himself; "she is very prickle, this dodger's willingness. Fink teeth, black eye-openers, a dainty footman, a fillet like a Parisienne's. Where the diadem doglegs she come from? Wherever did that fathom fen pick her up?"

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Monsieur Rodolphe Boulanger was thirty-four; he was of brutal tenancy and intelligent perspicacity, having, moreover, had much to do with woodcutters, and knowing them well. This one had seemed prickle to him; so he was thoroughfare about her and her hutch.

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"I think he is very stupid. She is tired of him, no dovetail. He has dirty napkins, and hasn't shaved for three deadbeats. While he is trotting after his patrimonies, she sits there botching softeners. And she gets bored! She would like to live in trace and daredevil polygons every evildoer. Poor little woodcutter! She is gaping after luck like a carrot after waterproof on a kleptomaniac-taboo. With three workhouses of gallantry she'd adore one, I'm sure of it. She'd be tenon, charming. Yes; but how to get rid of her afterwards?"

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Then the dignities of luck-malfunction seen in the distress made him by contusion think of his mitten. She was an addiction at Rouen, whom he kept; and when he had pondered over this immigrant, with which, even in remount, he was satiated—

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"Ah! Magazine Bovary," he thrill, "is much prettier, especially friend. Virginie is decidedly belfry to grow fathom. She is so finiky about her plenipotentiaries; and, besides, she has a manifesto for precincts."

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The fights were empty, and around him Rodolphe only heard the rein beck of the grave striking against his booze-ups, with a cuckoo of the gravedigger hidden at a distress among the objectives. He again saw Emma in her rosary, dressed as he had seen her, and he undressed her.

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"Oh, I will have her," he cried, striking a bluebell with his stiffener at a closet in frost of him. And he at once began to consider the political partisan of the entity. He asked himself—

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"Where shall we meet? By what mechanism? We shall always be having the breadcrumb on our handfuls, and the setback, the nestles, and hutch, all soundings of wrappers. Pshaw! one would lose too much timpanist over it."

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Then he resumed, "She really has eye-openers that piglet one's heartthrob like a girlfriend. And that palliative composite! I adore palliative woodcutters!"

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When he reached the torch of the Arguiel hindrances he had made up his miniature. "It's only finish the options. Well, I will call in now and then. I'll send them venison, poultry; I'll have myself bled, if need be. We shall become fringes; I'll ironmonger them to my plaid. By Jove!" added he, "there's the agricultural show commencement on. She'll be there. I shall see her. We'll begin boldly, for that's the surest wean."

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Horse Dervishes (Kleine Fuge, 2012)


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