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Fri Jun 19 21:01:40 2009 (I see a beautiful world)

June 19, 2009

But, Mr. Lorry, I see a beautiful world
we live in unison, and one hundred and five, guardians
of our adventures. The way he came, swinging his hammer,
soldiers laugh and pick him up, like some great height to france. And now a
gusty shower wraps the impossible. There he goes! And the light of
light, and where the moonshine strikes. Some arrows of the secret informer, so she
was, and my heart hath been our dwelling many years. Think, then madame, for
I esteem those names of men throwing black shadows in
the dark things that could prevent his being there with
those ideals which he answered. I would have liked to have a view of these things.
Is that all the fifteen were condemned, and therefore how could yeh hear
em talkin’? For I will swear to you, now that the cognac was not
within the locks and bars of the youth’s face. The short
account of your mule drivers, expressions
of the officers shouting orders to overflowing.

Texts:
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sign of the Four
T.S. Eliot, Poems
Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage
John Milton, Paradise Regained

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