Emily
0 photos in album
No connections between You and   Emily |
|
0 Friends
Warning: array_merge() [function.array-merge]: Argument #1 is not an array in /homepages/45/d152645047/htdocs/blog/includes/functions.php on line 860
Warning: array_merge() [function.array-merge]: Argument #2 is not an array in /homepages/45/d152645047/htdocs/blog/includes/functions.php on line 860
Warning: array_merge() [function.array-merge]: Argument #3 is not an array in /homepages/45/d152645047/htdocs/blog/includes/functions.php on line 860
Warning: array_merge() [function.array-merge]: Argument #4 is not an array in /homepages/45/d152645047/htdocs/blog/includes/functions.php on line 860
0 in Network
Member since 05/17/2010
Updated 05/17/2010 |

|
| They stood upright, frozen to the wall, their... |
06-11-2010 |
|
| They stood upright, frozen to the wall, their fingers clenched into the fissures of the rock, their legs powerlessOnce or twice Croft tried to rouse them, but they shied away from the commands, petrified by his voice as though they were dogs terrified by a master's bootWyman was sobbing in nervous exhaustion, quietly, thinly, a small steady wailing, and into it fitted their own voices, a grunt or a small moan or a hysterical curse, random things, disconnected, so that the men who uttered them were hardly aware that they had spoken
Their will recovered enough for them to continue, but they moved at a frantically slow pace, refusing to step forward for seconds at a time before some minor obstacle, clinging to the wall ferociously wherever the ledge became narrow againAfter half an hour Croft finally brought them out, and the ledge widened and crossed the ridgeBeyond was nothing but another deep valley, another precipitous slopeHe led them down to the bottom, and started up the next ascent, but they did not follow himOne by one they sprawled gucci bag black down on the ground, looked at him with blank staring eyes
It was almost dark, and he knew he could not drive them any more; they were too exhausted, too frightened, and another accident might occurHe called a halt, giving approval to what was already a fact, and sat down in their midst
On the next morning there would be the slope, a few gullies to traverse, and then the main ridge of the mountain to be crossedThey could do it in two or three hours ifif he could stir them againAt that moment he doubted himself seriously
The platoon slept poorlyIt was very difficult to find level ground, and of course they were overtired, their limbs too tenseMost of them dreamed and muttered in their sleepTo cap it all, Croft gave them each an hour of guard, and some of them awoke too early and waited nervously for many minutes before going on, found it difficult afterward to fall asleepCroft had been aware of this, knew they needed the extra rest and knew it was virtually impossible there would be any Japanese on the mountain, but he had felt it more knock off tiffany jewelry important not to break routineRoth's death had temporarily shattered his command, and it was vital to start repairing it
Gallagher had the last shiftIt was very cold in the half hour before daylight and he woke up dazed, and sat shuddering in his blanketFor many minutes he was conscious of little, feeling the vast shapes of the mountain range about him as no more than a deeper border to the nightHe only shivered and drowsed, waiting passively for the morning and the heat of the sunA complete lethargy had settled over him, and Roth's death was remoteHe drifted through a stupor, his mind almost inert, dreaming sluggishly of far-gone pleasant things as though deep within him he had to keep a small fire going against the cold of the night, the space of the hills, and the cumulative exhaustion, the mounting deaths of the platoon
The dawn came slowly on the mountainAt five o'clock he could see the top of the mountain range clearly as the sky became lighter, but for a long half hour there was little changeActually he could see nothing, but his body louis vuitton white speedy contained a tranquil anticipationSoon the sun would struggle over the eastern ramparts of the mountain and come down into their little valleyHe searched the sky and found a few tentative washes of pink streaming over the higher peaks, coloring the tiny oblong clouds of the dawn a purpleThe mountains looked very highGallagher wondered that the sun could get over them
All about him now it was getting lighter but it was a subtle process, for the sun still remained hidden and the light seemed to rise from the ground, a soft rose colorAlready he could discern clearly the bodies of the men sleeping about him, and he felt a touch of superiorityThey looked gaunt and bleak in the early dawn, oblivious to the approach of morningHe knew that in a short while he would be rousing them, and they would groan as they came out of their sleep
In the west he could still see the night, and he recalled a troop train speeding across the great plains of NebraskaIt had been twilight then, and the night chased the train out of the east, overtook it, and passed on gucci backpacks across the Rockies, on to the PacificIt had been beautiful and it made him wistful nowHe longed suddenly for America, wished so passionately to see it again that he could smell the odor of wet cobblestones on a summer morning in South Boston
The sun was close to the eastern ridge-line now and the sky seemed vast, yet fresh and joyfulHe thought of Mary and himself camping in a little pup tent in the mountains and he dreamt that he was waking with the velvet teasing touch of her breasts against his faceHe heard her say, "Get up, sleepyhead, and look at the dawn He grunted drowsily, nuzzled against her in his fantasy and then popped open one eye as a grudging concessionThe sun was clearing the ridge, and while the light in the valley was still faint, there was nothing unreal about it
In that way Mary ushered in the dawn with himThe hills were shaking off the night mists and the dew was sparklingFor this brief moment the ridges about him appeared soft and feminineAll the men scattered around him looked damp and chilly, dark bundles from which mist fake chanel bag |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| He put his hand on Gallagher's knee"Son, I have... |
06-10-2010 |
|
| He put his hand on Gallagher's knee"Son, I have some pretty bad news for you
Gallagher felt a chill"What is it, Father?"
"You know, son, there're a lot of things which are difficult to understandYou just have to believe that it's right, and that there's a good reason for it, that God understands and sees and does what is best, even if we don't understand right away
Gallagher was ill at ease and then abruptly franticAll kinds of wild thoughts passed through his mindHe blurted out, "My wife didn't leave me, did she?" He felt shame as soon as he had spoken
"No, son, but there has been a death
"My mother?"
Father Leary shook his head
Gallagher thought his child had died in birthHe felt a chanel white purse quick passage of reliefThat ain't so bad, went through his mindFor an instant he wondered again dumbly if Father Leary had called him in to give him the job as chaplain's assistant
"No, son, I'm afraid it was your wife
The words passed through Gallagher numblyHe sat there without any response, without thinking of anything at allAn insect buzzed in through the folded flaps of the tent, and he watched it"Wha-a-a-at?" he asked
"Your wife died in childbirth, Gallagher Father Leary looked away"They were able to save your child, though
"Mary wasn't very big," Gallagher saidThe word "dead" formed for him, and because it now had only one meaning to him, he saw Mary quivering and twitching like the tiffany heart tag Japanese soldier who had been killed in the drawHe began to shiver uncontrollablyThe word had no senseHe sat there very numb; his thoughts had retreated into some deep secure closet of his mind and the words of the chaplain fell abstractly on the anesthetized surface of his brainFor a few seconds he felt as if he were hearing a story about someone else in which he was not very interestedOddly, the only thing he told himself was that he had to look alert to impress the chaplain"Ohhhhhh," he said at last
"The information they gave me was very slight, but I'll give you the details when I hear them, sonIt's terribly hard to be so far away from home, and be unable to see your beloved ones for a last kelly handbag time
"Yeah, it's hard, Father," Gallagher said automaticallyLike the rising of the dawn, Gallagher was slowly becoming able to distinguish the objects about him, and understand the news he had heardHis mind was telling him something bad had happened, and he thought, I hope Mary don't worry over the newsHe realized suddenly that Mary would not be worrying, and before the contradiction, he retreated; he gazed dully at the wood of the chair upon which the chaplain was sittingHe felt as if he were in a church, and mechanically he looked at his hands and tried to assume a serious expressionIt's not without meaning that your child was savedIf you wish, I'll inquire for you as to who will take care of top chanel bags herPerhaps we can arrange a furlough for you
Gallagher's spirits roseHe would be seeing his wifeBut Mary was dead; this time his mind did not retreat quite so farHe sat there thinking of how pleasant the sunlight had been that morning as he climbed on the truck, and dumbly he understood that he wanted to go back to that moment
"Son, you've got to have courageHe could not feel the soles of his feet, and when he rubbed his mouth it felt swollen and alien under his fingersHe had a moment of panic, and he thought of the snake in the caveI bet a fuggin Yid was the doctor, he said to himself, and then forgot the thoughtIt left him with a pleasant glow of righteousness, however"Well, thanks, Father," he gucci clearance said |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| On a higher level, many of his feelings were the... |
06-09-2010 |
|
| On a higher level, many of his feelings were the same -- almost unconsciously he would prepare an excuse in case he was discovered"If you'll wait a moment, Major [or Colonel or Lieutenant], I'm just jotting some memorandum
Now he turned to the first blank page in his journal, held his pencil, and thought for a moment or twoAny number of new ideas and impressions had evolved on the trip back from the battery, and he waited, knowing his mind would produce them againOnce more he experienced the smooth ovoid surface of the lanyard handleLike holding the beast at the end of a string, he thought
The image set off a round of ideasHe inscribed the date at the head of the page, rolled his pencil once between his fingertips, and began to write
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 chanel pearl necklace 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 chanel jumbo 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 mens gucci watches 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 transferThe General shrugged, sat back again, staring at his deskIn transcribing his thought to paper it seemed somehow less profound, more contrived, and he was dissatisfied vaguelyHe might have written no more, but the image of Lieutenant Hearn upset him, almost uncovered a trap door of his mindHe pushed back the picture resolutely, drew a line under his last sentence, and began to write about something else
I was considering a little earlier a rather fascinating curve whose connotations are quite variousThe asymmetrical parabola, the one which looks like this --
or this --
or this
or this
Re: Spengler's plant form for all cultures (youth, growth, maturity, old age, or bud, bloom, wilt, decay)But the above curve is the form line of all culturesAn epoch always seems to reach its zenith at a point past the middle of its orbit in timeThe fall is always more rapid than the 2.55 chanel jumbo riseAnd isn't that the curve of tragedy; I should think it a sound aesthetic principle that the growth of a character should take longer to accomplish than his disaster
But from another approach that form is the flank curve of a man or woman's breast
Cummings halted, feeling an unaccustomed nervous play of needles along his backThe comparison disturbed him, and the first few sentences he wrote after this had little meaning to himof a man or woman's breast, the fundamental curve of love, I supposeIt is the curve of all human powers (disregarding the plateau of learning, the checks upon decline) and it seems to be the curve of sexual excitement and discharge, which is after all the physical core of life
What is this curve? It is the fundamental path of any projectile, of a ball, a stone, an arrow (Nietzsche's arrow of longing) or of an artillery shellIt is the curve of the death missile as well as an abstraction of the life-love impulse; it demonstrates the form of existence, and life and death are merely different points of observation on the same omega aqua terra watch trajec |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| UP!" he shouted furiously and fired steadily for... |
06-08-2010 |
|
| UP!" he shouted furiously and fired steadily for ten seconds to cover their advanceAs he paused he could hear some men crawling behind him, and he whispered, "Recon?"
"Yeah Gallagher dropped into the hole with him"Mother of Mary," he mutteredCroft could feel him shaking beside him
"Stop it!" he gripped his arm tensely"The other men up?"
"Yeah
Croft looked across the river againEverything was silent, and the disconnected abrupt spurts of fire were forgotten like vanished sparks from a grindstoneNow that he was no longer alone, Croft was able to planThe fact that men were up costume jewelry chanel with him, were scattered in the brush along the bank between their two machine guns, recovered his sense of command"They're going to attack soon," he whispered hoarsely in Gallagher's ear
Gallagher trembled againNo way to wake up," he tried to say, but his voice kept lapsing
"Look," Croft whispered"Creep along the line and tell them to hold fire until the Japs start to cross the river
"I can't, I can't," Gallagher whispered
Croft felt like striking him
The Jap machine gun lashed at them from across the riverThe bullets went singing into the jungle behind them, ripping at replicas de bolsas leavesThe tracers looked like red splints of lightning as they flattened into the jungleA thousand rifles seemed to be firing at them from across the river, and the two men pressed themselves against the bottom of the holeThe sounds cracked against their eardrumsFiring the machine gun had partially deafened himBEE-YOWWWW! A ricochet slapped some more dirt on top of themCroft felt it pattering on his back this timeHe was trying to sense the moment when he would have to raise his head and fire the gunThe firing seemed to slacken, and he lifted his eyes cautiouslyBEE-YOWWW, BEE-YOWWWW! He china mulberry dropped in the hole againThe Japanese machine gun raked through the brush at them
There was a shrill screaming sound, and the men covered their heads with their armsBAA-ROWWMM, BAA-ROWWMM, ROWWMM, ROWWMMThe mortars exploded all about them, and something picked Gallagher up, shook him, and then released himA clod of dirt stung his neckBAA-ROWWMM, BAA-ROWWMM
"Jesus, I'm hit," someone screamed, "I'm hit
Gallagher rebelled against the force of the explosions"Stop, I give up," he screamedI give up! I give up!" At that instant he no longer knew what made him cry out
BAA-ROWWMM, gucci boston bag BAA-ROWWMM
"I'm hit, I'm hit," someone was screamingThe Japanese rifles were firing againCroft lay on the floor of the hole with his hands against the ground and every muscle poised in its placeTEEEEEEEEN! The shrapnel was singing as it scattered through the foliage
Croft picked up his flare gunThe firing had not abated, but through it he heard someone shouting in JapaneseHe pointed the gun in the air
"Here they come," Croft said
He fired the flare and shouted, "STOP 'EM!"
A shrill cry came out of the jungle across the riverIt was the scream a man might utter if his foot was being vintage chanel jewelry cru |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| Most of the men were carrying thirty pounds of... |
06-07-2010 |
|
| Most of the men were carrying thirty pounds of rations and bedding, and with their two canteens of water, their ten clips of ammunition, their two or three grenades, their rifles and machetes, each of them had distributed almost sixty pounds of equipment over his body, the weight of a very heavy suitcaseMost of them became tired in walking the first few hundred yards; by the time they had gone perhaps half a mile they were weary and their breath was short; the weaker ones were beginning to have the sour flat taste of fatigueThe density of the jungle, the miasmal mists, the liquid rustlings, the badgering of the insects lost their first revulsion and terrorThey were no longer so conscious of the foreboding wilderness before them; the vague unnamed stimulations and terrors of exploring this tunnel through the jungle became weaker, sank at last into the monotonous grinding demands of the marchDespite Croft's lecture, they began prada logos to walk with their heads down, looking at their feet
The river narrowed, and the ribbon of shallow water contracted to a strip along the bank, no wider than a footpathThey were beginning to climbAlready the stream had dropped from a few minor waterfalls, had churned over a short stretch of tumbled rocksThe pebbles underfoot slowly were replaced by river sand and then by mudThe men marched closer to the bank, and at last the foliage began to whip at them, obstructing their wayThey proceeded much more slowly now
Around a turn they halted and surveyed the stretch aheadThe foliage grew into the water at this point, and Croft, after considering the problem, waded out to the center of the streamFive yards from the shore he haltedThe water was close to his waist, swirling powerfully about him"We're gonna have to hold to the bank, Lootenant," he decidedHe began to fight his way along the edge of the stream, holding to the foliage, chloe white the water covering his thighsLaboriously the men followed him, strung out along the bankThey proceeded for the next few hundred yards by grasping the nearest bushes, yanking and tugging themselves up the stream against the currentTheir rifles kept slipping off their shoulders, almost dipping into the water, and their feet sunk loathsomely in the river mudTheir shirts, from perspiration, became as wet as their trousersBesides their fatigue and the dank moist air, they were sweating from anxietyThe stream had a force and a persistence which seemed alive; they felt something of the frenzy they would have known if an animal had been snarling at their feetTheir hands began to bleed from the thorns and the paper-edged leaves, and their packs hung heavy
They moved like this until the stream widened again, became shallowerHere the current was not so rapid, and they made better progress sloughing through the knee-deep waterAfter a chanel earrings fake few more turns, they came upon a broad flat rock about which the river curved, and Hearn called a break
The men flopped down, lying silent and motionless for several minutesHearn was a little worried; he could feel his heart beating with the clamor of early fatigue, and his hands trembled a littleFlat on his back, he peered over his chest at the quick rise and fall of his stomachI'm in bad condition, he told himselfThe next couple of days, particularly this first day, was going to be rough; he hadn't had any exercise in too longBut that would pick up; he knew his strength
And he was getting used to the tension of being pointSomehow it was harder to be the first manAny number of times he had halted, wincing at an unsuspected noise or shuddering when some insect darted across his pathThere had been a few huge spiders with bodies as big as walnuts, a leg spread as wide as his extended fingersThose things got you; he had noticed omega 18k watch that they bothered Martinez and Brown as well as himselfThere was a special kind of fear when the ground was unexplored; each step farther into the jungle was difficult
Croft hadn't shown too much discomfortThat Croft was a boy, all rightIf he wasn't careful Croft would keep effective command of the platoonThe trouble was that Croft knew more, and it was silly to disagree with him; until now the march had demanded a woodsman
Hearn sat up and stared about himThe men were still sprawled on the rock, resting quietA few of them were talking or scaling pebbles into the water, and Valsen was carefully stripping the leaves from a tree which overhung the rockHearn looked at his watchFive minutes had gone by since the break had begun, and another ten minutes would not hurtHe might as well give them a decent breakHe stretched and rinsed his mouth out with some water from his canteen, chatted for a minute or two with Minetta and omega speedmaster replica Golds |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| The men were silent, and a hush had come over the... |
06-06-2010 |
|
| The men were silent, and a hush had come over the beach; the lone machine gun rapping in the distance sounded hollow and unreal
A plane suddenly wailed past them, then roared over the jungle firing its gunsMartinez almost screamed at the noiseHe felt his legs twitching againWhy didn't they land? By now he was almost ready to welcome the disaster that would meet him when the ramp went down
In a high piping voice, Hennessey asked, "Do you think we'll be getting mail soon?" and his question was lost in a sudden roar of laughterMartinez laughed and laughed, subsided into weak giggles, and then began laughing again
"That fuggin Hennessey," he heard Gallagher saySuddenly Martinez realized that the boat had ground to a stopThe sound of its motors had altered, had become louder and a little uncertain, as if the propeller were no longer biting the waterAfter a moment he understood that they had landed
For several long seconds, they remained motionlessThen discount tiffany's necklace the ramp clanked down, and Martinez trudged dumbly into the surf, almost stumbling when a knee-high wave broke behind himHe walked with his head down, looking at the water, and it was only when he was on shore that he realized nothing had happened to himFive other craft had landed at the same time, and the men were stringing over the beachHe saw an officer coming toward him, heard him ask Croft, "What platoon is this?"
"Intelligence and reconnaissance, sir, we're on beach detail," and then the instructions to wait over by a grove of coconut trees near the beachMartinez fell into line, and stumbled along behind Red, as the platoon walked heavily through the soft sandHe was feeling nothing at all except a conviction that his judgment had been delayed
The platoon marched about two hundred yards and then halted at the coconut groveIt was hot already, and most of the men threw off their packs and sprawled in the sandThere had been men here before themUnits dolce purse of the first wave had assembled nearby, for the flat caked sand was trodden by many feet, and there was the inevitable minor refuse of empty cigarette packs and a discarded ration or twoBut now these men were inland, moving somewhere through the jungle, and there was hardly anyone in sightThey could see for a distance of about two hundred yards in either direction before the beach curved out of view, and it was all quiet, relatively emptyAround either bend there might be a great deal of activity, but they could not tell thisIt was still too early for the supplies to be brought in, and all the troops that had landed with them had been quickly dispersedOver a hundred yards away to their right, the Navy had set up a command post which consisted merely of an officer at a small folding desk, and a jeep parked in the defilade where the jungle met the beachTo their left, just around the bend an eighth of a mile away, the Task Force Headquarters was beginning hermes tas to functionA few orderlies were digging foxholes for the General's staff, and two men were staggering down the beach in the opposite direction, unwinding an eighty-pound reel of telephone wireA jeep motored by in the firm wet sand near the water's edge and disappeared beyond the Navy's CPThe landing boats which had beached near the colored pennants on the other side of Task Force Headquarters had backed off by now and were cruising out toward the invasion fleetThe water looked very blue and the ships seemed to quiver a little in the mid-morning hazeOccasionally one of the destroyers would fire a volley or two, and half a minute later the men would hear the soft whisper of the shell as it arched overhead into the jungleOnce in a while a machine gun would start racketing in the jungle, and might be answered soon after with the shrill riveting sound of a Japanese light automatic
Sergeant Brown looked at the coconut trees which were shorn at the top from black gucci bags the shellingFarther down, another grove had remained untouched, and he shook his headPlenty of men could have lived through that bombardment, he told himself"This ain't such a bad shelling, compared to what they did to Motome," he said He turned over on his stomach in the sand, and lit a cigarette"The beach stinks already," he announced
"How can it stink?" Stanley asked
"It just stinks," Red answeredHe didn't like Stanley, and although he had exaggerated the faint brackish odor that came from the jungle, he was ready to defend his statementHe felt an old familiar depression seeping through him; he was bored and irritable, it was too early to eat, and he had smoked too many cigarettes"There ain't any invasion going on," he said, "this is practice
Croft hooked his cartridge belt about his waist, and slung his rifle"I'm going to hunt for S-four," he told Brown"You keep the men here till I get back
"They forgot us," Red said"We might as well go to uhr rolex sleep |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| He ducks his head uncomfortably as the waiter... |
06-05-2010 |
|
| He ducks his head uncomfortably as the waiter places the roast duck before him
Don't mind Bobby, he's just kind of shy, Bill Hearn booms, he certainly ain't a chip off my old blockPushing his scant black hair over the bald spot on his head, his little red nose a button in the round sweating jowls of his face
When we were out to Hollywood, MrsHearn says, we got taken over the Paramount lot by some assistant director fellow, Jew, but he was sort of niceHe was telling us all about the stars
Is it true Mona Vaginus is a tramp? Mrs
(Looking at Bobby, and whispering Oh, an awful tramp, the things she's supposed to doBut she hasn't got much of a future anyway now that those talkie pictures are the only ones being made
This ain't the place to talk business, MrJudd of Budd (Hearn laughs), I guess you hear that all the time, Judd of Budd, but the truth is you're in business to do chloe bag bay business, and a curiosity enough, I'm out for the same thing, so it's just a case of our compromising on the price, but there's one thing this Thompson machine is on the way out and if the reformers come in it's going to be a case of playing ball with 'em, or else havin' to put perfume in the factory toilet bowls and such stuff for all the Polack element that don't know a washcloth from their underwear, so I gotta be careful about my commitmentsI been plannin' for a bust 'cause we got an overexpanded economy, an' your prices over at Budd ain't makin' it any easier for meJudd and I are planning to go to ParisThe petits-fours and the melting ice are set before them
I'll tell ya, tomorrow do you want to ride in with me to see those auto races at Indianapolis? Bill Hearn asks
Poor Robert, he's falling asleep, Ina says, nudging him with her elbow
Ina reaches up and turns on the gold gucci watches bed lampBill, how could you have asked the Judds where Mount Holyoke was? If you don't know something don't ask so many questions about it
So what if their daughter does go there? I ain't afraid of the damn Judds, I want to tell you something, Ina, that society stuff don't impress me 'cause the truth of it is it's the money that counts, and we ain't got a daughter to worry about, and as far as Robert goes with all the books he reads he ain't gonna be much on the social end anyway, not so long as you're never around the goddam house, and he's got a nigger cook for a mother
Bill, I wish you wouldn't talk that way
Well, you can't change a sow's ear, InaI got my business and you got your social engagements, and each of us oughta be happyOnly it seems to me you could give a little time to Robert, that kid's a big kid, and he's healthy, only he's like a cold fish, and there's just gucci men bag no life in him
He's going to camp this summer, and we're starting him at Country Day in the fall
The truth is we shoulda had another kid, or a bunch of them
Let's not go into that, BillIna is settling down under the covers
No, not from your end anyway, I swear, Ina
Bill!
Now, fellows, the counselor says, if you're a good fellow you co-operate and if you're square and honest you do your part of your dutiesWho was it that left his bed undone this morning?
No answerIt was you, Hearn, wasn't it?
Yes
The counselor sighsFellows, I'm going to give this tent a demerit because of Robert
Well, I don't see why you have to make a bed when you just got to take it apart at night
What's the matter, Hearn, are you filthy, how were you brought up if you don't make a bed? And why didn't you come out like a man and say you were guilty?
Aw, leave me alone
Another demerit, the louis vuitton neo cabby counselor saysFellows, it's up to you to make Robert behave
Only he wins back the demerits at the team boxing matches that afternoonHe shuffles in clumsily against the other kid, his arms tired from the heavy gloves, and swings his fists desperately
His father has come up to see him for the daySock it to him, give it to him, Robert, in the head, in the stomach, give it to him
The other kid jolts him in the face, and he pauses for a moment, drops his gloves, and dabs at his outraged noseAnother punch makes his ear ringDon't let up, Bobby, his father shoutsA missed punch travels around his head, the forearm scraping the skin on his face
In the belly, Robert
He swings out feverishly, flailing his armsThe other kid walks into a punch, sits down surprised, and then gets up slowlyRobert keeps swinging at him, hitting him, and the kid goes down again, and the referee stops the discount tiffany's necklace figh |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| Stanley was coughing thickly into his hands,... |
06-04-2010 |
|
|
Stanley was coughing thickly into his hands, which he held against his faceBrown looked at him, and found a focus for his resentmentHe felt Stanley had betrayed himHe had made Stanley corporal, and Stanley had turned against himPerhaps if they had had another man instead of Stanley they might have proceeded better
"What's the matter, Stanley," he blurted out, "you ready to quit?"
"Aaah, fug you, BrownBrown had taken this detail because he was afraid of continuing with the patrol, and he had brought him into itWhat they had gone through was far worse than anything the rest of the platoon would meetIf he had stayed with them he would have done better, dior logo and Croft might have noticed him"You think you're okay, don't you?" he asked Brown"Listen, I know why you took this goddam litter
"Why?" Brown listened with a numb stricken anticipation
"It's because you were too fuggin yellow to keep up with the patrolA sergeant taking a litter detail, Jesus
Brown heard him almost with satisfactionThis was the worst thing he could imagine, it was the moment he had been dreading for so long, and it did not seem so horrible"Stanley, you're just as yellow as I am, we're in the same goddam boat He searched for something with which to hurt him, and came up with it"You're worrying too much about your wife, Stanley But it had balenciaga twiggy caught himIn his weakness he was convinced now that his wife was unfaithful, and he passed through a cruel montage of her infidelities in an interval of a few secondsIt loosed a whole web of insecurities, and he felt like weepingIt was unfair that he should be left so much alone
Brown pushed his palms against the ground, lifted himself dully"Come on, let's get going He felt dizzy on his feet, and his hands had the spongy powerless sensation of a man awakening in the morning, unable to grasp anything
They all got up very slowly, fastened their belts, knelt beside the litter and started forward againAfter they had gone a hundred yards, Stanley knew he was classic chanel quilted bag not going to continueHe had always resented Wilson mildly because Wilson had more combat than he, but now he did not think of Wilson at allHe just knew that he was going to quit; he had gone through too much, and what did it count for?
They set Wilson down for a short rest and Stanley reeled away and then fell to the groundHe closed his eyes deliberately, pretending he had faintedThe others gathered about him, looked at him without feeling
"Shoot, le's jus' put him up on top of Wilson," Ridges said, "an' anyone else we jus' put on top o' thatI'll take y' all backStanley had mocked him so often that he felt a mild revenge nowBut immediately he was omega speedmaster replica ashamedPride goeth before a fall, he told himself soberlyHe listened to Stanley's rapt sobbing with a distant amusementIt reminded him of a mule which had collapsed once after plowing in a summer sun, and he felt the same mixture of amusement and pity
"What the hell we gonna do?" Brown panted
Wilson looked up abruptlyHe seemed quite conscious for the moment, and his broad fleshy face looked incredibly tired and gaunt"Jus' lea' me, men," he said weakly"Ol' Wilson is through
Brown and Goldstein were enticed"We can't leave ya," Brown said
"Jus' stop, men, and the hell with it
"I dunno," Brown said
Goldstein shook his head abruptly"We have to carry him back," he chanel 2.55 s |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| If you throw a handful of straw into a river,... |
06-03-2010 |
|
|
If you throw a handful of straw into a river, some of it stays afloat even in a rapids, there is always something to give you a boostYou keep going and the summer ends, the nights get chill (half a buck in your pocket and winter acoming) but there's always a railroad track heading south, there is usually a jail where they'll let you sleep the night
And if you get through it there's Relief after a while, and even a couple of jobsDishwasher, short-order cook, a shingler, a farm hand, a house painter, a plumber, even a gasoline pump
In 'thirty-five he works in a restaurant for almost a year, the best dishwasher they ever had(The rush hour lasts from twelve to three at that end of the kitchenThe dishes come clanking down the dumbwaiter, and the tray man mops the food and grease with his hand, fingers the lipstick on torebki louis vuitton the glasses to loosen it, and drops them in a rackIn the machine, the steam vibrates and sings, whips out at the other end, where the finish man pulls out the tray with tongs, and wiggles the plates with his fingertips as he flips them on a pileYou don't grab it with your bare hand, Jack
After work Red goes back to his furnished room (two-fifty a week, the carpeting on the stairs has thickened with age and springs underfoot like soft dusty turf) and lies down on his bedIf he's not too pooped, he gets up after a while, and drifts down to the bar around the corner(The gray cracked asphalt, the garbage cans spilling over in the areaways, the stippled light of the neon sign, two letters are missing
A man always has philosophyI'll tell ya, Red, I used to think for a time I made a mistake gettin' marriedI used to get chanel classic handbag mad, you know, I'd start wondering what am I workin' for, but, aah, you get over itYou take those two kids over there feeling each other in that boothRight now one of them can't even breathe without the other -- my old lady used to be like that with meI don't get mad, I know what the score is, those kids are gonna end up like you, like me, like everybody
(The beer is flat and tastes like pennies Me, Red says, I never horse around much with the womenThey just want to trap ya, I seen enough of it
Aw, it ain't that bad, there's good things about marriage and women, but it ain't what you think you're gonna get when you start offYou know a married man has worries, I'll tell ya, Red, sometimes I wish I been the places you have
Yeah, I'll take Two-bit Annie
In the brothel the girls wear halters and trim panties with a uhr rolex tropical print, an actress has made the style famous this yearThey gather like burlesque queens in the living room with the ashtrays and the chipped modernistic furniture
Okay, Pearl, let's go
He follows her up the gray spongy carpeting of the stairs, watching the automatic waggle of her hips
Haven't seen ya in a long time, Red
Yeah, ya went to Roberta last timeShe reproves him, Dearie
In the cubicle, the blanket is folded at the foot of the bed, smudged with the shoes of other men(BETTY COED HAS LIPS OF RED FOR HARVARD She slips his dollar under the pillowEasy, Red, momma's had a long hard day
The throe quivers along his back, leaves his loins charged and sickly
How about one on the house?
Aw, now, honey, you know what Eddie would do if he found us girls givin' it away
He dresses quickly, feeling her arm on his dolce purse shoulderI'm sorry, Red, listen, you come up next time, and I'll talk a little French to you, just between you and me, okay?
At this moment her mouth is soft, and her breasts seem swollenHe touches her nipple for a moment; counterfeit of passion, it strains against his fingerYou're a good kid, Pearl
The light bulb is naked, and it flares in his eyes cruellyHe inhales her powder, the sweet sweat of her armpits
How'd you get started, Pearl?
I'll tell ya over a glass of beer someday
Outside, the air is cold like a tart and icy appleHe feels a deep melancholy, pleasurable and extensive, but when he is in his room he cannot sleep
I been in this town too long(The brown bare hills deepening in the twilightThe night rolls away into the west WHERE IS THE BEAUTY WE LOST IN OUR YOUTH?
He gets up and looks out the cartier tank louis window |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| "Ah'm gone to sleep, but don' think Ah don'... |
06-02-2010 |
|
|
"Ah'm gone to sleep, but don' think Ah don' 'preciate it He was beginning to ramble again
After a few minutes he became silent
Brown stared into the darknessOnce more he swore to himselfMore than anything else it was a plea to whatever powers had formed him
The Time Machine:
WILLIAM BROWN
NO APPLE PIE TODAY
About medium size, a trifle fat, with a young boyish face, a snub nose, freckles, and reddish-brown hairBut wrinkles had formed about his eyes and there were jungle ulcers on his chinAt second glance he was easily twenty-eight years old
The neighbors always like Willie Brown, he is such an honest boy, he has such an average pleasant face, you can see it in all the stores, in the framed pictures on the desks of all the banks and offices in the dior saddle bag country
Nice-looking boy you have there, they always say to his father, James Brown
Fine boy, but you ought to see my daughter, she's the bee-yootey
Willie Brown is very popularThe mothers of his friends always take to him, the teachers always make him a pet
But he has a knack for squaring itAw, that old crow, he says of the teacher, I wouldn't spit on her(Proceeding to spit on the dusty baked sod of the schoolyard I don' know why in tee hell she don' lea' me alone
And his family is niceThe father works for the railroad in Tulsa but he is an office man even if he has started in the yardsAnd they have their own house in the suburbs, a decent plot of ground behind itJim Brown is dependable, always improving his house a little bit, fixing the plumbing or planing the sill of a door that borse replica jams
Isn't the kind of man who runs into debt
Ella and me try to hold to one of those budgets, he says deprecatinglyIf we find we're gone a little over, we jus' cut down on the liquor for the week(Half-apologetically) I kinda look on liquor as a luxury, especially now when you gotta break a law to get it, and you're never sure when it'll leave you blind
Keeps up with things tooThe Saturday Evening Post and Collier's and back in the early twenties a charter subscriber to Reader's DigestIt all comes in handy for small talk when you're visiting, and the only dishonesty people have ever noticed him in is that he has a habit of talking about the articles without crediting the source
Do you know thirty million people smoked cigarettes in 1928? he'll say
The Literary Digest keeps louis vuitton backpacks him informed on politicsI voted for Herbert Hoover in the last election, he admits pleasantly, even though I've been a Democrat as long as I can rememberBut I think I'll vote Democrat in the nextThe way I look at it, one party's in power for a while and then you give the other a turnI allow Jim to show me the way for those political thingsShe does not add the business about keeping up her home, but you can guessNice people, nice family, church on Sundays of courseBrown's only violent opinion is on the New MoralityI don't know, people aren't Godfearing any moreWomen drinking in bars, doing God knows what else, it isn't right, isn't Christian at allBrown nods tolerantlyHe has a few reservations, but after all women somehow just are more religious, really religious, than men, he will fake cartier watches say in a confidential talk
Naturally they're very proud of their children, and they'll tell you with amusement how Patty is teaching William to dance now that he's in high school
We were worried about sending them to the State University what with the depression and all, but I think we can see our way clear nowBrown, she'll add, always has wanted them to go, especially since he missed it
The brother and sister are good friendsIn the sun parlor where the maple sofa is flanked by the vase (which had been a flower pot until the rubber plant died) and the radio, the girl makes him lead her
Now, look, Willie-boy, it's easyYou just don' have to be afraid of holdin' me
Who's afraid of holdin' ya?
You're not such a roughneck, she says from the vantage of senior year in high gucci paolo watches sch |
| By: |
Add A Comment | Comments (0) |
|
| |
| |
|
|
|
|