02.01.2011 um 22:47 Uhr

@@@@@I hardly noticed either oneI was looking at 441

@@@@@I hardly noticed either oneI was looking at the framed sketch on the wall above the shelves of CDs, and for a few seconds I forgot to breathe The sketch was just pencil, augmented by two scarlet threads, probably added with nothing more than a plain red ballpoint pen - the kind teachers 267 use to grade papersThese not-quite-offhand scribbles had been laid along the horizon-line of the Gulf to indicate sunset They were genius writ smallIt was my horizon, the one I saw from Little PinkI knew that just as I knew the artist had been listening to the shells grind steadily beneath him as he turned blank white paper into what his eye saw and his mind translatedOn the horizon was a ship, probably a tankerIt could have been the very one I'd drawn my first evening at Number 13 Duma Key RoadThe style was nothing at all like mine, but the choice of subject-matter was damn near identical Scribbled almost carelessly at the bottom: Salv Dal? iv Miss Eastlake - Elizabeth - had her cigarette while Oprah questioned Kirstie Alley on the always fascinating subject of weight-lossWireman produced egg salad sandwiches, which were deliciousMy eyes kept straying to the framed 268 Dal? sketch, and I kept thinking - of course - Hello, Dal?Phil came on and began berating a couple of fat ladies in the audience who had apparently volunteered to be berated, I told Wireman and Elizabeth that I really ought to be getting back Elizabeth used the remote to silence DrPhil, then held out the book the remote had been sitting onHer eyes looked both humble and hopeful "Wireman says you'll come and read to me on some afternoons, Edmund, is that true?" We're forced to make some decisions in a split second, and I made one thenI decided not to look at Wireman, who was sitting to Elizabeth's left The acuity she'd exhibited at her play-table was fading, even I could see that, but I thought there was still quite a lot leftA glance in Wireman's direction would be enough to tell her that this was news to me, and she'd be embarrassedI didn't want her to be embarrassed, partly because I liked her and partly because I suspected life would hold a great many embarrassments for her in the year or two aheadIt would soon be more than forgetting names 269 "We've discussed it," I said

01.01.2011 um 22:47 Uhr

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@@@@@It made me feel selfish and wrong It's not for yourselfIt's for others,Mel reminded me when I brooded It still feels wrongEven you can feel that, can't you? Don't think about itwas her solution I was glad we were on the homestretch of our long raidTomorrow we would visit our growing cache?a moving truck we kept hidden within a day's reach of our path?and clean out the van for the last timeJust a few more cities, a few more days, down through Oklahoma, then New Mexico, and then a straight drive through Arizona with no stops When we slept in hotels rather than in the crowded van, we usually checked in after dark and left before dawn to keep the souls from getting a good look at us Jared and Ian were beginning to realize thatThis night, because we'd had such a successful day?the van was completely full; Kyle would have little space?and because Ian thought I looked tired, we stopped earlyThe sun had not set when I returned to the van with the plastic key card The little inn was not very busyWe parked close to our room, and Jared and Ian went straight from the van to the room in a matter of five or six steps, their eyes on the groundOn their necks, small, faint pink lines provided camouflageJared carried a half-empty suitcaseNo one looked at them or me Inside, the room-darkening curtains were drawn, and the men relaxed a little bit Ian lounged on the bed he and Jared would use, and flipped on the TVJared put the suitcase on the table, took out our dinner?cooled greasy breaded chicken strips I'd ordered from the deli in the last store?and passed it aroundI sat by the window, peeking through the corner at the falling sun as I ate ?You have to admit, Wanda, we humans had better entertainment,? Ian teased On the television screen, two souls were speaking their lines clearly, their bodies held with perfect postureIt wasn't hard to pick up what was happening in the story because there wasn't a lot of variety in the scripts souls wroteIn this one, two souls were reconnecting after a long separat

31.12.2010 um 22:47 Uhr

@@@@@You've reacted against the lies of the 707

@@@@@You've reacted against the lies of the system, but it's a nebulous rebellionYou want perfection, you're a bourgeois idealist, and therefore you're undependable Isn't this distrust of the bourgeois intellectual a little old-hat? No, RobertIt's founded on Marx's perception, and the experience of the past century proves his wisdomIf a man moves to the party because of spiritual or intellectual reasons, he's bound to move away again once the particular psychological climate that moved him there in the first place is changedIt's the man who comes to the party because economic inequities humiliate him every day of his life who makes a good CommunistYou're independent of economic considerations, and so you're without fear, without the proper understanding I guess I will get out, AlWe're friends then, thoughThey shake rather self-consciously and leave each otherI've searched myself and I understand it's a remnant of bourgeois aspirationsWhat a meatball, Hearn thinksHe is amused, a little contemptuousAs he passes a store front, he stares at himself for a moment, regarding his dark hair and hooked blunted noseI look more like a Jew-boy than a midwestern scionNow if I'd had blond hair, Al really would have searched himself But there are other elementsPerhaps, or was it something else, something less definable? His senior year he branches out, plays house football with a surprising and furious satisfactionOne play he never quite forgetsA ball carrier on the opposing team breaks through a hole in the line, is checked momentarily, and is standing there stock upright, helpless, when Hearn tackles himHe has charged with all his strength and the player is taken off the field with a wrenched knee while Hearn patters after him You all right, Ronnie? Yeah, fine Good tackle, HearnOnly he knows he isn'tThere has been an instant of complete startling gratification when he knew the ball carrier was helpless, waiting to be hit

30.12.2010 um 22:55 Uhr

@@@@@"I cannot credit what I'm hearingWho would 501

@@@@@"I cannot credit what I'm hearingWho would want to go to Georgia, for pity's sake? I want to go to Rome, the real Rome, the Eternal CityIn Italy!" Scarlett felt the color rising in her cheeksI should have known she meant Italy But before she could burst out as noisily as Rosemary, the door to the dining room crashed open with a bang that silenced all of them with shock, and Ross stumbled, panting for breath, into the candlelit room "Help me," he gasped, "the Guard is after meI shot the Yankee who's been breaking into bedrooms In seconds Rhett was at his brother's side, holding his arm"The sloop's at the dock, and there's no moon; the two of us can sail her," he said with calming authorityAs he left the room, he turned his head to speak quietly over his shoulder "Tell them I left as soon as I delivered Rosemary so that I could catch the tide upriver, and you haven't seen Ross, don't know anything about anything Eleanor Butler rose from her chair without haste, as if this were a normal evening and she had finished eating supperShe walked to Scarlett, put an arm around herScarlett was shaking The Yankees were comingThey'd hang Ross for shooting one of them, and they'd hang Rhett for trying to help Ross escapeWhy couldn't he let Ross take care of himself? He had no right to leave his women unprotected and alone when the Yankees were comingEleanor spoke, and there was steel in her voice even though it was as soft and slow as ever"I'm going to take Rhett's dishes and silver into the kitchen The servants must be told what to say and there must be no indication that he was hereWill you and Rosemary please rearrange the table for three settings?" "What are we going to do, Miss Eleanor? The Yankees are coming Scarlett knew she should stay calm; she despised herself for being so frightenedBut she couldn't control her fearShe had come to think that the Yankees were toothless, only laughable and in the wayIt was shattering to be reminded that the occupying Army could do anything it wanted, and call it l

29.12.2010 um 22:46 Uhr

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Jimmy choo handbag,rolex oyster perpetual day-date,black gucci watch,Gucci Indy Bag,hermes kelly bag@@@@@ The agent rose from the pavement and unsteadily made his way into the dilapidated buildingThe telephone repairman had reached the second floor, where he turned right in the narrow, filthy corridor; he had obviously been there before, as there was no hesitation, no checking the barely legible numbers on the doorsThings were going to be a little easier, considered the CIA man, grateful because his assignment was beyond the purview of the AgencyPurview, shit, it was illegal The Jimmy choo handbag agent took the steps three at a time, his soft double-soled rubber shoes reducing the noise to the inevitable creaks of an old staircaseHis back against the wall, he peered around the corner of the trash-filled hallway and watched the repairman insert three separate keys into three vertical locks, turning each in succession and entering the last door on the leftThings, reconsidered the agent, might not be so easy after allThe instant the man closed the door, he ran silently down rolex oyster perpetual day-date the corridor and stood motionless, listeningNot wonderful, but not the worst, he thought as he heard the sound of only one lock being latched; the repairman was in a hurryHe placed his ear against the peeling paint of the door and held his breath, no echo from his lungs disturbing his hearing Thirty seconds later he turned his head, exhaled, then took a deep breath and went back to the door Although muffled, he heard the words clearly enough to piece together the meaning ?Central, this is black gucci watch Mike up on a Hundred Thirty-eighth Street, section twelve, machine sixteenIs there another unit in this building, which I wouldn?t believe if you said there was The following silence lasted perhaps twenty additional secondsWe don?t, huh? Well, we got a frequency interference and it don?t make no sense to meThe what? Cable TV? Ain?t no one in this neighborhood got the bread for thatOh, I gotcha, brotherThe drug boys live high, don?t they? Their addresses may be shit, but inside them Gucci Indy Bag homes they got theyselves a pile of fancy crapSo clear the line and reroute itI?ll stay here until I get a clean signal, okay, brother?? The agent again turned away from the door and again breathed, now in reliefHe could leave without a confrontation; he had all he neededOne Hundred Thirty-eighth Street, section twelve, machine sixteen, and they knew the firm that installed the equipmentThe Reco-Metropolitan Company, Sheridan Square, New YorkThe lily-whites could handle it from hermes kelly bag ther