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At this moment he hated the memory of her, hated... 625 [Mar. 3rd, 2010|02:59 am] At this moment he hated the memory of her, hated the suffering she had caused him in the past few weeksAlways that love-dove stuff, and they don't give a fug how they look Gallagher thought of Mary's mother, who was fat and very dowdy and he felt an inarticulate rage at a variety of things -- at the very fact that she was so immense, at the lack of money that had made him live in a tiny drab apartment, at all the breaks he had never got, because his wife in dying had caused him so much painNever get a goddam thingHe thought of Hennessey and his mouth tightenedGet your head blown offfor what, for what? He lit a cigarette, and tossed the match away, looking at where it fell in the sandGoddam Yids, fight a war for themHe thought of GoldsteinBunch of fug-ups, lose a goddam gun, won't even take a drink when it's freeHe lurched to his feet, and began to walk againA dull pain and hatred beat through his head On the beach giant kelp had link post comment

Duma Key is a powerful place forcertain kinds of... 151 [Feb. 13th, 2010|02:54 am] Duma Key is a powerful place forcertain kinds of people 301 It magnifies certain kinds of peopleHe didn't answer immediately, so I pointed at his face"That eye of yours is watering again He took out the handkerchief and wiped it "Want to tell me what happened to you?" I asked "Why you can't read? Why it weirds you out to even look at pictures too long?" For a long time he said nothingThe shells under Big Pink had a lot to sayWith one wave they said the fruitWith the next they said the gunBack and forth like thatThe fruit, the gun, the gun, the fruitAnd if you want to draw me, sure "How much of link post comment

but that made no senseThere are more of Libbit's... 234 [Feb. 10th, 2010|03:07 am] but that made no senseThere are more of Libbit's pictures at the other houseThe one at the south end of the keyThey'll tell us where Perse is and tell me what to do "How do you know there are more?" Because there have to be, I would have said, but just then the noon horn wentA quarter of a mile down the road, the drawbridge between Duma Key and Casey Key - the only north link between us and the coast - was going upI counted to twenty, putting Mississippi between each number as I had when I was a childThen I erased the biggest cog in my drawingThere was a sensation when I did it - in the missing arm, yes, but also centered between and just link post comment

He is trying to remember her nameShe has a heavy... 656 [Feb. 6th, 2010|03:02 am] He is trying to remember her nameShe has a heavy strong face, and she yawns evenly and turns to him Hubby? He shakes his head and slowly assembles the events of the past nightYou two sure you want to get married? the jGoddam! He is trying to think of where he met her Where's ol' Slim? He'n Clara are in the nex' room Ol' Slim's married too? That's right, he isWilson begins to laugh againHe is beginning to remember their making love, and he feels a spasm of heatSlowly he caresses herYou're pretty good, honey, as I remember You're a fine man, Woodrow, she says huskilyFor a moment, he is thinking(Guess Ah had to git married, sometimeAh can move out from Pa's, and git that house over on link post comment

The shitty end of the stick, that's all you're... 781 [Feb. 3rd, 2010|03:10 am] The shitty end of the stick, that's all you're gonna get Croft let out a roar of laughter"You're a good bastard, Gallagher," he shouted sullenly, clapping him on the backHe felt a vast explosive mirth which embraced everything"An' you're jus', jus' an old cock-hound, WilsonYou're the goddamnedest ole lecher His voice was thick and the others, even in their drunkenness, looked at him uneasily"I bet you were born with a stiff rod Wilson began to cackle"Ah've suspected it mahself They laughed together violently, and Croft shook his head as if to halt the uproarious whirl of his head"I'm going to tell you men something," he said"You're all link post comment

She heard how she sounded and pulled herself... 78 [Feb. 2nd, 2010|03:15 am] She heard how she sounded and pulled herself togetherI don't do this every dayReally, you should take my "Twenty years ago I would have tried to get you into bed instead of drinking myself stupidAs it is, I can only hope I haven't scared you away for good She laughed, a caw both barren and cheery"Then I hope you'll come back soonI make a mean red gumbo She put an arm around me and led me to the doorHer body was thin and hot and rock-hard beneath her clothesHer gait was just south of steady"Right now I think it's time for you to go and for me to take my afternoon siestaI regret to say I need it 621 I stepped out into the hall, then turned link post comment

He was enraged enough to strike GoldsteinWithout... 859 [Feb. 1st, 2010|02:59 am] He was enraged enough to strike GoldsteinWithout saying anything more, Croft left them and went in search of the officer who had led the column The men in the platoon settled down and began to sleepOccasionally a shell would burst in the jungle nearby, but they hardly caredThe battle had been threatening all evening like a thunderstorm which never breaks, and by now it would have taken a barrage to move themBesides, they were too weary to dig holes It took Red longer to fall asleep than any of the othersFor many years his kidneys had bothered him whenever he had too much exposure to dampnessThey were throbbing now, and he turned several times on the wet ground, trying to decide if it would be less painful to sleep with his back against the moist earth or exposed to the night airHe lay awake for a long time thinking, his mood turning through a small gamut from weariness to sadnessHe was link post comment

With hands that trembled with eagerness, I... 187 [Jan. 31st, 2010|02:43 am] With hands that trembled with eagerness, I unhooked the chains and threw back the massive bolts But the door would not moveI pulled and pulled at the door, and shook it till, massive as it was, it rattled in its casementI could see the bolt shotIt had been locked after I left the Count Then a wild desire took me to obtain the key at any risk, and I determined then and there to scale the wall again, and gain the Count's roomHe might kill me, but death now seemed the happier choice of evilsWithout a pause I rushed up to the east window, and scrambled down the wall, as before, into the Count's roomIt was empty, but that was as I expectedI could not see a key anywhere, but the heap of gold remainedI went through the door in the corner and down the winding stair and along the dark passage to the old chapelI knew now well enough where to find the monster I sought The great box was in the same place, close against the wall, but the lid was laid on it, not fastened down, but with the nails ready in their places to be hammered home I knew I must reach the body for the key, so I raised the lid, and laid it back against the wallAnd then I saw something which filled my very soul with horrorThere lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half restoredFor the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-greyThe cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneathThe mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran down over the chin and neckEven the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloatedIt seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with bloodHe lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion I shuddered as I bent over to touch him, and every sense in me revolted at the contact, but I had to search, or I was lostThe coming night might see my own body a banquet in a similar war to those horrid threeI felt all over the body, but no sign could I find of the keyThen I stopped and looked at the CountThere was a mocking smile on the bloated face which seemed to drive me madThis was the being I was helping to transfer to London, where, perhaps, for centuries to come he might, amongst its teeming millions, satiate his lust for blood, and create a new and ever-widening circle of semi-demons to batten on the helpless The very thought drove me madA terrible desire came upon me to rid the world of such a monsterThere was no lethal weapon at hand, but I seized a shovel which the workmen had been using to fill the cases, and lifting it high, struck, with the edge downward, at the hateful faceBut as I did so the head turned, and the eyes fell upon me, with all their blaze of basilisk horrorThe sight seemed to paralyze me, and the shovel turned in my hand and glanced from the face, merely making a deep gash above the foreheadThe shovel fell from my hand across the box, and as I pulled it away the flange of the blade caught the edge of the lid which fell over again, and hid the horrid thing from my sightThe last glimpse I had was of the bloated face, blood-stained and fixed with a grin of malice which would have held its own in the nethermost hell I thought and thought what should be my next move, but my brain seemed on fire, and I waited with a despairing feeling growing over meAs I waited I heard in the distance a gipsy song sung by merry voices coming closer, and through their song the rolling of heavy wheels and the cracking of whipsThe Szgany and the Slovaks of whom the Count had spoken were comingWith a last look around and at the box which contained the vile body, I ran from the place and gained the Count's room, determined to rush out at the moment the door should be openedWith strained ears, I listened, and heard downstairs the grinding of the key in the great lock and the falling back of the heavy link post comment

Suddenly the door was burst open, and in rushed... 375 [Jan. 30th, 2010|02:32 am] Suddenly the door was burst open, and in rushed my patient, with his face distorted with passionI was thunderstruck, for such a thing as a patient getting of his own accord into the Superintendent's study is almost unknown Without an instant's notice he made straight at meHe had a dinner knife in his hand, and as I saw he was dangerous, I tried to keep the table between usHe was too quick and too strong for me, however, for before I could get my balance he had struck at me and cut my left wrist rather severely Before he could strike again, however, I got in my right hand and he was sprawling on his back on the floorMy wrist bled freely, and quite a little pool trickled on to the carpetI saw that my friend was not intent on further effort, and occupied myself binding up my wrist, keeping a wary eye on the prostrate figure all the timeWhen the attendants rushed in, and we turned our attention to him, his employment positively sickened meHe was lying on his belly on the floor licking up, like a dog, the blood which had fallen from my wounded wristHe was easily secured, and to my surprise, went with the attendants quite placidly, simply repeating over and over again, "The blood is the life! The blood is the life!" I cannot afford to lose blood just at presentI have lost too much of late for my physical good, and then the prolonged strain of Lucy's illness and its horrible phases is telling on meI am over excited and weary, and I need rest, rest, restHappily Van Helsing has not summoned me, so I need not forego my sleepTonight I could not well do without it TELEGRAM, VAN HELSING, ANTWERP, TO SEWARD, CARFAX (Sent to Carfax, Sussex, as no county given, delivered late by twenty-two hours-Do not fail to be at Hilllingham tonightIf not watching all the time, frequently visit and see that flowers are as placed, very important, do not failShall be with you as soon as possible after arrivalSEWARD'S DIARY 18 September-Just off train to LondonThe arrival of Van Helsing's telegram filled me with dismayA whole night lost, and I know by bitter experience what may happen in a nightOf course it is possible that all may be well, but what may have happened? Surely there is some horrible doom hanging over us that every possible accident should thwart us in all we try to doI shall take this cylinder with me, and then I can complete my entry on Lucy's phonograph MEMORANDUM LEFT BY LUCY WESTENRA 17 September, Night-I write this and leave it to be seen, so that no one may by any chance get into trouble through meThis is an exact record of what took place tonightI feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as DrVan Helsing directed, and soon fell asleep I was waked by the flapping at the window, which had begun after that sleep-walking on the cliff at Whitby when Mina saved me, and which now I know so wellI was not afraid, but I did wish that DrSeward was in the next room, as DrVan Helsing said he would be, so that I might have called himI tried to sleep, but I could notThen there came to me the old fear of sleep, and I determined to keep awakePerversely sleep would try to come then when I did not want itSo, as I feared to be alone, I opened my door and called out, "Is there anybody there?" There was no answerI was afraid to wake mother, and so closed my door link post comment

Look before the snow blots it all out!" I took it... 984 [Jan. 29th, 2010|07:24 am] Look before the snow blots it all out!" I took it and lookedThe two men might be DrI knew at all events that neither of them was JonathanAt the same time I knew that Jonathan was not far offLooking around I saw on the north side of the coming party two other men, riding at breakneck speedOne of them I knew was Jonathan, and the other I took, of course, to be Lord GodalmingThey too, were pursuing the party with the cartWhen I told the Professor he shouted in glee like a schoolboy, and after looking intently till a snow fall made sight impossible, he laid his Winchester rifle ready for use against the boulder at the opening of our shelter "They are all converging," he said"When the time comes we shall have gypsies on all sides I got out my revolver ready to hand, for whilst we were speaking the howling of wolves came louder and closerWhen the snow storm abated a moment we looked againIt was strange to see the snow falling in such heavy flakes close to us, and beyond, the sun shining more and more brightly as it sank down towards the far mountain topsSweeping the glass all around us I could see here and there dots moving singly and in twos and threes and larger numbersThe wolves were gathering for their prey Every instant seemed an age whilst we waitedThe wind came now in fierce bursts, and the snow was driven with fury as it swept upon us in circling eddiesAt times we could not see an arm's length before usBut at others, as the hollow sounding wind swept by us, it seemed to clear the air space around us so that we could see afar offWe had of late been so accustomed to watch for sunrise and sunset, that we knew with fair accuracy when it would beAnd we knew that before long the sun would setIt was hard to believe that by our watches it was less than an hour that we waited in that rocky shelter before the various bodies began to converge close upon usThe wind came now with fiercer and more bitter sweeps, and more steadily from the northIt seemingly had driven the snow clouds from us, for with only occasional bursts, the snow fellWe could distinguish clearly the individuals of each party, the pursued and the pursuersStrangely enough those pursued did not seem to realize, or at least to care, that they were pursuedThey seemed, however, to hasten with redoubled speed as the sun dropped lower and lower on the mountain tops Closer and closer they drewThe Professor and I crouched down behind our rock, and held our weapons readyI could see that he was determined that they should not passOne and all were quite unaware of our presence All at once two voices shouted out to "Halt!" One was my Jonathan's, raised in a high key of passionMorris' strong resolute tone of quiet commandThe gypsies may not have known the language, but there was no mistaking the tone, in whatever tongue the words were spokenInstinctively they reined in, and at the instant Lord Godalming and Jonathan dashed up at one side and DrThe leader of the gypsies, a splendid looking fellow who sat his horse like a centaur, waved them back, and in a fierce voice gave to his companions some word to proceedThey lashed the horses which sprang forwardBut the four men raised their Winchester rifles, and in an unmistakable way commanded them to stopAt the same moment DrVan Helsing and I rose behind the rock and pointed our weapons at link post comment

Look before the snow blots it all out!" I took it... 15 [Jan. 29th, 2010|07:24 am] Look before the snow blots it all out!" I took it and lookedThe two men might be DrI knew at all events that neither of them was JonathanAt the same time I knew that Jonathan was not far offLooking around I saw on the north side of the coming party two other men, riding at breakneck speedOne of them I knew was Jonathan, and the other I took, of course, to be Lord GodalmingThey too, were pursuing the party with the cartWhen I told the Professor he shouted in glee like a schoolboy, and after looking intently till a snow fall made sight impossible, he laid his Winchester rifle ready for use against the boulder at the opening of our shelter "They are all converging," he said"When the time comes we shall have gypsies on all sides I got out my revolver ready to hand, for whilst we were speaking the howling of wolves came louder and closerWhen the snow storm abated a moment we looked againIt was strange to see the snow falling in such heavy flakes close to us, and beyond, the sun shining more and more brightly as it sank down towards the far mountain topsSweeping the glass all around us I could see here and there dots moving singly and in twos and threes and larger numbersThe wolves were gathering for their prey Every instant seemed an age whilst we waitedThe wind came now in fierce bursts, and the snow was driven with fury as it swept upon us in circling eddiesAt times we could not see an arm's length before usBut at others, as the hollow sounding wind swept by us, it seemed to clear the air space around us so that we could see afar offWe had of late been so accustomed to watch for sunrise and sunset, that we knew with fair accuracy when it would beAnd we knew that before long the sun would setIt was hard to believe that by our watches it was less than an hour that we waited in that rocky shelter before the various bodies began to converge close upon usThe wind came now with fiercer and more bitter sweeps, and more steadily from the northIt seemingly had driven the snow clouds from us, for with only occasional bursts, the snow fellWe could distinguish clearly the individuals of each party, the pursued and the pursuersStrangely enough those pursued did not seem to realize, or at least to care, that they were pursuedThey seemed, however, to hasten with redoubled speed as the sun dropped lower and lower on the mountain tops Closer and closer they drewThe Professor and I crouched down behind our rock, and held our weapons readyI could see that he was determined that they should not passOne and all were quite unaware of our presence All at once two voices shouted out to "Halt!" One was my Jonathan's, raised in a high key of passionMorris' strong resolute tone of quiet commandThe gypsies may not have known the language, but there was no mistaking the tone, in whatever tongue the words were spokenInstinctively they reined in, and at the instant Lord Godalming and Jonathan dashed up at one side and DrThe leader of the gypsies, a splendid looking fellow who sat his horse like a centaur, waved them back, and in a fierce voice gave to his companions some word to proceedThey lashed the horses which sprang forwardBut the four men raised their Winchester rifles, and in an unmistakable way commanded them to stopAt the same moment DrVan Helsing and I rose behind the rock and pointed our weapons at link post comment

When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with... 48 [Jan. 28th, 2010|02:17 am] When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throatI drew away and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifixIt made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there "Take care," he said, "take care how you cut yourselfIt is more dangerous that you think in this country Then seizing the shaving glass, he went on, "And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischiefIt is a foul bauble of man's vanityAway with it!" And opening the window with one wrench of his terrible hand, he flung out the glass, which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far belowThen he withdrew without a wordIt is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave, unless in my watch-case or the bottom of the shaving pot, which is fortunately of metal When I went into the dining room, breakfast was prepared, but I could not find the Count anywhereSo I breakfasted aloneIt is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drinkHe must be a very peculiar man! After breakfast I did a little exploring in the castleI went out on the stairs, and found a room looking towards the South The view was magnificent, and from where I stood there was every opportunity of seeing itThe castle is on the very edge of a terrific precipiceA stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasmHere and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests But I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored furtherDoors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and boltedIn no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exitThe castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner! CHAPTER 3 Jonathan Harker's Journal Continued When I found that I was a prisoner a sort of wild feeling came over meI rushed up and down the stairs, trying every door and peering out of every window I could find, but after a little the conviction of my helplessness overpowered all other feelingsWhen I look back after a few hours I think I must have been mad for the time, for I behaved much as a rat does in a trapWhen, however, the conviction had come to me that I was helpless I sat down quietly, as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life, and began to think over what was best to be doneI am thinking still, and as yet have come to no definite conclusionOf one thing only am I certainThat it is no use making my ideas known to the CountHe knows well that I am imprisoned, and as he has done it himself, and has doubtless his own motives for it, he would only deceive me if I trusted him fully with the factsSo far as I can see, my only plan will be to keep my knowledge and my fears to myself, and my eyes openI am, I know, either being deceived, like a baby, by my own fears, or else I am in desperate straits, and if the latter be so, I need, and shall need, all my brains to get through I had hardly come to this conclusion when I heard the great door below shut, and knew that the Count had returnedHe did not come at once into the library, so I went cautiously to my own room and found him making the bedThis was odd, but only confirmed what I had all along thought, that there are no servants in the houseWhen later I saw him through the chink of the hinges of the door laying the table in the dining room, I was assured of itFor if he does himself all these menial offices, surely it is proof that there is no one else in the castle, it must have been the Count himself who was the driver of the coach that brought me hereThis is a terrible thought, for if so, what does it mean that he could control the wolves, as he did, by only holding up his hand for silence? How was it that all the people at Bistritz and on the coach had some terrible fear for me? What meant the giving of the crucifix, of the garlic, of the wild rose, of the mountain ash? Bless that good, good woman who hung the crucifix round my neck! For it is a comfort and a strength to me whenever I touch itIt is odd that a thing which I have been taught to regard with disfavour and as idolatrous should in a time of loneliness and trouble be of helpIs it that there is something in the essence of the thing itself, or that it is a medium, a tangible help, in conveying memories of sympathy and comfort? Some time, if it may be, I must examine this matter and try to make up my mind about link post comment

Hello, my account friends 533 [Jan. 26th, 2010|11:50 am] Welcome to my first blog link post comment

It would also be found, perhaps, not less a... 283 [Jan. 26th, 2010|11:50 am] It would also be found, perhaps, not less a future incentive than an act of retrospective justice, if the names of all those illustrious Fellows who have formerly obtained the medals, as well as of all those individuals who have been large benefactors to the Society, were recorded at the end of the list It would be a satisfactory addition likewise to the annual list, if all those Fellows who have died, or had been admitted within the preceding year, were regularly noticed And your Committee think, that these lists should always form part of the Transactions, and be stitched up with the last part of the volume It requires no argument to demonstrate that the well-being of the Society mainly depends on the activity and integrity of its Council link post comment

Singer Man Wenjun Arrested On Drug Offence [Jan. 25th, 2010|05:40 pm] "Senior Chinese pop singer Man Wenjun has been taken into custody by Beijing police on drug offence. The Beijing Times reports that Beijing police raided a nightclub near the Workers' Stadium early Monday morning after receiving an anonymous tip-off, where they found illegal drugs in Man's VIP-room. The star, celebrating his wife's birthday with friends, was tested positive for a banned substance. His wife and friends were also taken into custody by police for using banned drugs. Further investigation is now underway. Man, 40, is considered to have a unique style within China's often fickle and fancy pop scene. The star gained his fame in 1996 for his song 'I Understand You All the Time'. He was awarded an environmental ambassadorship in china in 2008 for producing songs relating to the environment. In 2007, Chinese pop singer Xie Dong was also arrested for taking drugs. " link post comment

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