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Monday, January 3rd, 2011
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Sunday, January 2nd, 2011
2:43 am	@@@@@She looked eagerly out the window of her @@@@@She looked eagerly out the window of her carriage at the houses on Peachtree Street, identifying the owners to herself, noting the signs of better times for themThe Merriwethers had a new roof, the Meades a new color paintThings weren't nearly as shabby as they'd been when she left a year and a half backAnd there was her house! OhI don't remember it being so crowded on the lot like thatThere's hardly any yard at allWas it always so close to the street? For pity's sake, I'm just being silly What difference does it make? I've already decided to sell it anyhow * * This was no time to sell, said Uncle Henry HamiltonThe depression was no better, business was bad everywhereThe hardest hit market of all was real estate, and the hardest hit real estate was the big places like hersPeople were moving down, not upThe little houses, now, like the ones she'd been building on the edge of town, they were selling as fast as people could put them upShe was making a fortune thereWhy did she want to sell anyhow? It wasn't as if the house cost her anything, Rhett paid all the bills with money left over, tooHe's looking at me like I smelled bad or something, Scarlett thoughtHe blames me for the divorceFor a moment she felt like protesting, telling her side of the story, telling what had really happenedUncle Henry was the only one left who was on my side Without him there won't be a soul in Atlanta who doesn't look down on meAnd it doesn't matter a bitThe idea burst in her mind like a Roman candleHenry Hamilton's wrong in judging me just like everybody else in Atlanta was wrong in judging meI'm not like them, and I don't want to beI'm different, I'm m (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 1st, 2011
2:43 am	@@@@@“Maybe when they get over being cheesed off @@@@@“Maybe when they get over being cheesed off at me, they'll realize they appreciate all the excitement I'm providing Our path through the dark twisted in a serpentine fashionIt didn't feel at all familiarPerhaps he took a different route to keep me lostIt seemed to take more time than before, but finally I could see the dim blue light of the lamp shining from around the next curve I braced myself, wondering if Jared would be there againIf he was, I knew he would be angry I was sure he wouldn't approve of Jeb taking me for a field trip, no matter how necessary it might have been As soon as we rounded the corner, I could see that therewas a figure slumped against the wall beside the lamp, casting a long shadow toward us, but it was obviously not JaredMy hand clutched at Jeb's arm, an automatic spasm of fear And then I really looked at the waiting figureIt was smaller than me–that was how I'd known it was not Jared–and thinSmall, but also too tall and too wiryEven in the dim light of the blue lamp, I could see that his skin was dyed to a deep brown by the sun, and that his silky black hair now fell unkempt past his chin My hand, grasping Jeb's arm in panic, held on for support “Well, for Pete's sake!” Jeb exclaimed, obviously irritated“Can't nobody keep a secret around this place for more'n twenty-four hours? Gol' durn, this burns me up! Bunch of gossipmongers…” He trailed off into a grumble I didn't even try to understand the words Jeb was saying; I was locked in the fiercest battle of my life–of every life I'd ever lived I could feel Melanie in each cell of my bodyMy nerve endings tingled in recognition of her familiar presenceMy muscles twitched in anticipation of her directionMy lips trembled, trying to openI leaned forward toward the boy in the hall, my body reaching because my arms would not Melanie had learned many things the few times I'd ceded or lost my command to her, and I truly had to struggle against her–so hard that fresh sweat beaded on my browBut I was not dying in the desert now (Comment on this)
Friday, December 31st, 2010
2:43 am	@@@@@ I thought of Shark Puppy on The Bone, @@@@@ I thought of Shark Puppy on The Bone, singing "Dig I thought of telling Tom, That man died in his pick-up Then put me in your pocket and we'll go together, she saidWe'll sail together into your real other life, and all the cities of the world will be at your feetand you'll be the artist of the age They'll rank you with Goya "Edgar?" There was panic in Wireman's voice "People are coming from the beach sideThis is bad, muchacho 1071 You don't need themThey're nothing butAt that, the red rage descended over my mind even as my right hand began to slip out of existence againBut before it could go completelybefore I lost my grip on either my fury or the damned cracked keg "Stick it up your friend, you dump birch," I said, and raised the keg over my throbbing, upthrust knee again"Stick it in the buddy I brought it down as hard as I could on that bony knobThere was a pain, but less than I had been prepared forand in the end, that's usually the way, don't you think? "Stick it up your fucking chum The keg didn't break; already cracked, it simply burst, showering my jeans with murky wetness from the inch or so of water that had still been left insideAnd a small china figure tumbled out: a woman wrapped in a cloak and a hoodThe hand clasping the edges of the cloak together at her neck was not really a hand at all, but a clawI snatched the thing upI had no time to study it - they were coming now, I had no doubt of that, coming for Wireman and Jack - but there was long 1072 enough to see that Perse was extraordinarily beautifulIf, that was, you could ignore the claw hand and the disquieting hint of a third eye beneath the hair that had tumbled out from beneath her hood and over her bro (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 30th, 2010
2:43 am	@@@@@ Tom understood his father’s thoughts, and @@@@@ Tom understood his father’s thoughts, and heartily wishing he might be always as well disposed to give them but partial expression, began to see, more clearly than he had ever done before, that there might be some ground of offence, that there might be some reason for the glance his father gave towards the ceiling and stucco of the room; and that when he inquired with mild gravity after the fate of the billiard-table, he was not proceeding beyond a very allowable curiosityA few minutes were enough for such unsatisfactory sensations on each side; and Sir Thomas having exerted himself so far as to speak a few words of calm approbation in reply to an eager appeal of MrYates, as to the happiness of the arrangement, the three gentlemen returned to the drawing-room together, Sir Thomas with an increase of gravity which was not lost on all “I come from your theatre,” said he composedly, as he sat down; “I found myself in it rather unexpectedlyIts vicinity to my own room—but in every respect, indeed, it took me by surprise, as I had not the smallest suspicion of your acting having assumed so serious a characterIt appears a neat job, however, as far as I could judge by candlelight, and does my friend Christopher Jackson credit And then he would have changed the subject, and sipped his coffee in peace over domestic matters of a calmer hue; but MrYates, without discernment to catch Sir Thomas’s meaning, or diffidence, or delicacy, or discretion enough to allow him to lead the discourse while he mingled among the others with the least obtrusiveness himself, would keep him on the topic of the theatre, would torment him 160 Mansfield Park with questions and remarks relative to it, and finally would make him hear the whole history of his disappointment at EcclesfordSir Thomas listened most politely, but found much to offend his ideas of decorum, and confirm his ill-opinion of MrYates’s habits of thinking, from the beginning to the end of the story; and when it was over, could give him no other assurance of sympathy than what a slight bow conveyed “This was, in fact, the origin of our acting,” said Tom, after a moment’s thought“My friend Yates brought the infection from Ecclesford, and it spread—as those things always spread, you know, sir—the faster, probably, from your having so often encouraged the sort of thing in us formerlyIt was like treading old ground againYates took the subject from his friend as soon as possible, and immediately gave Sir Thomas an account of what they had done and were doing: told him of the gradual increase of their views, the happy conclusion of their first difficulties, and present promising state of affairs; relating everything with so blind an interest as made him not only totally unconscious of the uneasy movements of many of his friends as they sat, the change of countenance, the fidget, the hem! of unquietness, but prevented him even from seeing the expression of the face on which his own eyes were fixed—from seeing Sir Thomas’s dark brow contract as he looked with inquiring earnestness at his daughters and Edmund, dwelling particularly on the latter, and speaking a language, a remonstrance, a reproof, which he felt at his heartNot less acutely was it felt by Fanny, who had edged back her chair behind her aunt’s end of the sofa, and, screened from notice herself, saw all that was passing before herSuch a look of reproach at Edmund from his father she could never have expected to witness; and to feel that it was in any degree deserved was an aggravation indeedSir Thomas’s look implied, “On your judgment, Edmund, I depended; what have you been about?” She knelt in spirit to her uncle, and her bosom swelled to utter, “Oh, not to him! Look so to all the others, but not to him!” MrYates was still talking“To own the truth, Sir Thomas, we were in the middle of a rehearsal when you arrived this eveningWe were going through the three first acts, and not unsuccessfully upon the wholeOur company is now so dispersed, from the Crawfords 161 Jane Austen being gone home, that nothing more can be done to-night; but if you will give us the honour of your company to-morrow evening, I should not be afraid of the resultWe bespeak your indulgence, you understand, as young performers; we bespeak your indulgence “My indulgence shall be given, sir,” replied Sir Thomas gravely, “but without any other rehearsal And with a relenting smile, he added, “I come home to be happy and indulgent Then turning away towards any or all of the rest, he tranquilly said, (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 29th, 2010
2:43 am	@@@@@“How?” “Massive disinformation throughout @@@@@“How?” “Massive disinformation throughout the Far EastWhenever a killing of consequence took place, whether in Tokyo or Hong Kong, Macao or Korea—wherever—Bourne was flown there and took the credit, planting evidence, taunting the authorities, until he became a legendFor three years our man lived in a world of filth—drugs, warlords, crime, tunneling his way in with only one Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 21 objective: Get to Europe and bait Carlos, threaten his contracts, force the Jackal out into the open if only for a moment, just long enough to put a bullet in his head The silence around the table was electricDeSole broke it, his voice barely above a whisper “What kind of man would accept an assignment like that?” Conklin looked at the analyst and answered in a monotone“A man who felt there wasn’t much left to live for, someone who had a death wish, perhaps a decent human being who was driven into an outfit like Medusa out of hatred and frustration The former intelligence officer stopped; his anguish was apparent “Come on, Alex,” said Valentino softly“You can’t leave us with that Conklin blinked several times, adjusting to the present“I was thinking how horrible it must be for him now—the memories, what he can rememberThere’s a lousy parallel I hadn’t considered “What’s the parallel?” asked Casset, hunched forward, staring at Alex “Years ago, during Vietnam, our man was a young foreign service officer stationed in Phnom Penh, a scholar married to a Thai woman he’d met here in graduate schoolThey had two children and lived on the banks of a riverOne morning while the wife and kids were swimming, a stray jet from Hanoi strafed the area killing the three of themOur man went crazy; he chucked everything and made his way to Saigon and into MedusaAll he wanted to do was killHe became Delta One—no names were ever used in Medusa—and he was considered the most effective guerrilla leader in the war, as often as not fighting Command Saigon over orders as he did the enemy with death squads “Still, he obviously supported the war,” observed Valentino “Outside of having no use for Saigon and the ARVN, I don’t think he gave a damn one way or anotherHe had his own private war and it was way behind enemy lines, the nearer Hanoi the betterI think in his mind he kept looking for the pilot who had killed his famil (Comment on this)
Monday, December 27th, 2010
2:43 am	@@@@@ Scarlett took the handkerchief and bent @@@@@ Scarlett took the handkerchief and bent over to wipe at dampness on her skirtsThere was no point to it; her habit already spattered with mud from the wild cross-country chaseit gave her a chance to collect her thoughts and to hide her face for a momentI will not show how much I care, she vowed silentlywill not show how much he hurt meShe looked up, and her eyes were sparkling, her lips curved in a smile "You were shocked," she saidWhat on earth are you doing in Ireland?" "Buying horsesI'm determined to win at the races next yearJohn Morland's stables have a reputation for producing likely yearlingsI go to Paris Tuesday to look at some moreWhat brought you to Drogheda in local costume?" Scarlett laughed"Oh, Rhett, you know how I love to dress upI borrowed those clothes from one of the maids at the house I'm visiting She looked from side to side, searching for John Morland"I've got to make my manners and get going," she said over her shoulder"My friends will be furious if I'm not back pretty soon She looked at Rhett for an instant, then hurried off She didn't dare stayNot close to him like thatNot even in the same room The rain began when she was a little more than five miles from Ballyhara: Scarlett úblamed it for the wetness on her cheeksOn Wednesday she took Cat to TaraThe ancient mounds were just high enough for Cat to feel triumphant when she climbed themScarlett watched Cat's recklessness on the run down the mound and forced herself not to warn her that she might fall (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 26th, 2010
2:43 am	diamond gucci,replica balenciaga,gucci ladies... diamond gucci,replica balenciaga,gucci ladies watches,vintage hermes,women rolex watches@@@@@ “'S just me,” I heard Jeb call“Don't get worked up Jared cocked the gun “Go ahead and shoot me, kid The sound of Jeb's voice got closer with every word Jared sighed and put the gun down “Need to talk to you,” Jeb said, diamond gucci huffing as he sat down across from Jared“Hey, there,” he said in my direction, nodding “You know how much I hate that,” Jared muttered “Ian already told me about the Seekers –” “I knowI was just talkin' with him about itThen replica balenciaga what do you want?” “Not so much whatI wantIt's what everybody needsWe're running low on just about everythingWe need a real comprehensive supply run “Oh,” Jared muttered; this topic was not what he'd been tensed forAfter a gucci ladies watches short pause he said, “Send Kyle “Okay,” Jeb said easily, bracing himself against the wall to rise againIt seemed his suggestion had been a bluffHe folded as soon as Jeb took him up on itHe's too…” Jeb chuckled“Almost got us vintage hermes in some real hot water the last time he was out alone, didn't he? Not one to think things throughIan, then?” “He thinks things throughtoo much “Brandt?” “He's no good for the long tripsStarts getting panicked a few weeks women rolex watches i (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 25th, 2010
2:43 am	@@@@@A hell of a lot better than a twelve-foot @@@@@A hell of a lot better than a twelve-foot cistern thumbed into a coral splinter on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico "You look well, Wireman"That Gulfstream's the way to flyNo standing in line at security, no one pawing through your carry-on to make sure you didn't turn your little shitass can of Foamy into a bombAnd for once in my life I managed to fly north without a stop at fucking Atlantaalthough I could have afforded it myself, it looks like "You settled with Elizabeth's relatives, I take it?" "YepOffered them the house and the north end of the Key in exchange for the cash and securitiesThey thought that was a hell of a deal, and I could see their lawyers thinking, 'Wireman is a lawyer, and today he has a fool for a client'" "Guess I ain't the only zorro in this boat "I'll end up with over eighty million bucks in liquid assetsPlus various keepsakes from the houseIncluding Miss Eastlake's Sweet Owen cookie-tinThink she was trying to tell me something with that, 'chacho?" I thought of Elizabeth popping various china figures into the tin and then insisting Wireman 1111 throw it in the goldfish pondOf course she had been trying to tell him something "The rels got the north end of Duma Key, development valuewell, sky's the limitNinety million?" "Or so they think "Yes," he agreed, turning somber We sat in silence for a little whileHe took the cylinder from meI could see my face in its side, but distorted by the curveI didn't mind looking at it that way, but I very rarely look at myself in a mirror anymoreIt's not that I've aged; I don't care for the Freemantle fellow's eyes these daysThey have seen too (Comment on this)
Friday, December 24th, 2010
2:43 am	cheap chanel purses ,chanel earrings,bag dolce... cheap chanel purses ,chanel earrings,bag dolce gabbana,black quilted bag,chanel earrings logo@@@@@ “Return the necklace! No, my dear Fanny, upon no accountIt would be mortifying her severelyThere can hardly be a more unpleasant sensation than the having anything returned on our hands 228 Mansfield Park which we have given with a reasonable hope of its contributing to the comfort of a friendWhy should she lose a pleasure which she has shewn herself so deserving of?” “If it had been given to me in the first instance,” said Fanny, “I should not have thought of returning it; but being her brother’s present, is not it fair to suppose that she would rather not part with it, when it is not wanted?” “She must not suppose it not wanted, not acceptable, at least: and its having been originally her brother’s gift makes no difference; for as she was not prevented from offering, nor you from taking it on that cheap chanel purses account, it ought not to prevent you from keeping itNo doubt it is handsomer than mine, and fitter for a ballroom “No, it is not handsomer, not at all handsomer in its way, and, for my purpose, not half so fitThe chain will agree with William’s cross beyond all comparison better than the necklace “For one night, Fanny, for only one night, if it be a sacrifice; I am sure you will, upon consideration, make that sacrifice rather than give pain to one who has been so studious of your comfortMiss Crawford’s attentions to you have been—not more than you were justly entitled to—I am the last person to think that could be, but they have been invariable; and to be returning them with what must have something the air of ingratitude, though I know it could never have the meaning, is not in your nature, I am sureWear chanel earrings the necklace, as you are engaged to do, to-morrow evening, and let the chain, which was not ordered with any reference to the ball, be kept for commoner occasionsI would not have the shadow of a coolness between the two whose intimacy I have been observing with the greatest pleasure, and in whose characters there is so much general resemblance in true generosity and natural delicacy as to make the few slight differences, resulting principally from situation, no reasonable hindrance to a perfect friendshipI would not have the shadow of a coolness arise,” he repeated, his voice sinking a little, “between the two dearest objects I have on earth He was gone as he spoke; and Fanny remained to tranquillise herself as she couldShe was one of his two dearest—that must support herBut the other: the first! She bag dolce gabbana had never heard him speak so openly before, and though it told her no more than what she had long 229 Jane Austen perceived, it was a stab, for it told of his own convictions and viewsHe would marry Miss CrawfordIt was a stab, in spite of every long-standing expectation; and she was obliged to repeat again and again, that she was one of his two dearest, before the words gave her any sensationCould she believe Miss Crawford to deserve him, it would be—oh, how different would it be—how far more tolerable! But he was deceived in her: he gave her merits which she had not; her faults were what they had ever been, but he saw them no longerTill she had shed many tears over this deception, Fanny could not subdue her agitation; and the dejection which followed could only be relieved by the influence of fervent black quilted bag prayers for his happiness It was her intention, as she felt it to be her duty, to try to overcome all that was excessive, all that bordered on selfishness, in her affection for EdmundTo call or to fancy it a loss, a disappointment, would be a presumption for which she had not words strong enough to satisfy her own humilityTo think of him as Miss Crawford might be justified in thinking, would in her be insanityTo her he could be nothing under any circumstances; nothing dearer than a friendWhy did such an idea occur to her even enough to be reprobated and forbidden? It ought not to have touched on the confines of her imaginationShe would endeavour to be rational, and to deserve the right of judging of Miss Crawford’s character, and the privilege of true solicitude for him by a sound intellect and an chanel earrings logo honest heart (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 23rd, 2010
2:43 am	@@@@@It would never happen because David @@@@@It would never happen because David could never accept the solutionWhere the Jackal was concerned, David Webb was ruled by Jason Bourne and Bourne was capable of destroying his host bodyOh, God, what’s happening to us? The telephone rangMarie stiffened, then rushed into the bedroom and picked it up“Yes?” “Hello, Sis, it’s Johnny “Oh …” “Which means you haven’t heard from David “No, and I’m going a little crazy, Bro “He’ll call when he can, you know that “But you’re not calling to tell me that “No, I’m just checking inI’m stuck over here on the big island and it looks like I’ll be here for a whileI’m at Government House with Henry, waiting for the CG to personally thank me for accommodating the Foreign Office “I don’t understand a word you’re saying—” “Oh, sorryHenry Sykes is the Crown governor’s aide who asked me to take care of that old French war hero down the path from youWhen the CG wants to thank you, you wait until you’re thanked—when the phones go out, cowboys like me need Government House “You’ve totally lost me, Johnny Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 115 “A storm out of Basse-Terre will hit in a few hours “Out of whom?” “It’s a what, but I should be back before thenHave the maid make up the couch for me “John, it’s not necessary for you to stay hereGood heavens, there are men with guns outside the hedge and down on the beach and God knows where else “That’s where they’re going to staySee you later, and hug the kids for me “They’re asleep,” said Marie as her younger brother hung upShe looked at the phone as she replaced it, unconsciously saying out loud, “How little I know about you, little B (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010
2:41 am	@@@@@ The first tears had started rolling down @@@@@ The first tears had started rolling down her face, but she tried to smileIt was a pretty ghastly effort"Bitch, Edgar," she said 17 "The word is what I say it is," I said, and began to do crunches againIt's harder than hell to do them with an arm gone; your body wants to pull and corkscrew to that side"I wouldn't have left you, that's the pointI wouldn't have left youI would have gone on through the mud and the blood and the piss and the spilled beer "It's different," she saidShe made no effort to wipe her face"It's different and you know itI couldn't break you in two if I got into a rage "I'd have a hell of a job breaking you in two with only one amp," I said, doing crunches faster "You stuck me with a knife As if that were the pointIt wasn't, and we both knew it "A plastic rudder knife is what it was, I was half out of my mind, and it'll be your last words on your fucking beth-dead, 'Eddie staffed me with a plastic fife, goodbye cruel world'" "You choked me," she said in a voice I could barely hear I stopped doing crunches and gaped at herThe clock-shop started up in my head; bang-a-gong, get it on"What are you saying, I choked you? I never choked you!" 18 "I know you don't remember, but you didAnd you're not the sameSave the New Age bullshit for the" I knew the word and I could see the man it stood for, but it wouldn't come"For that bald fuck you see in his of (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 19th, 2010
2:43 am	@@@@@“Sometimes the best hiding place is the one @@@@@“Sometimes the best hiding place is the one that's in plain sight“She's more motivated than I was “The boys're keepin' a sharp eye on herNothin' to worry about We were almost thereThe tunnel turned back on itself in a sharp V How many times had I rounded this corner, my hand tracing along the inside of the pointed switchback, just like this? I'd never traced along the outside wallIt was uneven, with jutting rocks that would leave bruises and cause me to tripStaying on the inside was a shorter walk anyway When they'd first showed me that the V was not a V but a Y–two branches forking off from another tunnel,the tunnel–I'd felt pretty stupidLike Jeb said, hiding things in plain sight was sometimes the cleverest routeThe times I'd been desperate enough to even consider escaping the caves, my mind had skipped right over this place in my speculationsThis was the hole, the prisonIn my head, it was the darkest, deepest well in the cavesThis was where they'd buried me Even Mel, sneakier than I was, had never dreamed that they'd held me captive just a few paces from the exit It wasn't even the only exitBut the other was small and tight, a crawl spaceI hadn't found that one because I'd walked into these caves standing uprightI hadn't been looking forthat kind of tunnelBesides, I'd never explored the edges of Doc's hospital; I'd avoided it from the beginning The voice, familiar even though it seemed part of another life, interrupted my thoughts “I wonder how you're still alive, eating like thisUgh!” Something plastic clattered against the rocks I could see the blue light as we rounded the last corn (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 18th, 2010
2:43 am	@@@@@With a grunt he eased his back against a @@@@@With a grunt he eased his back against a tree"Just got back, huh?" he nodded to Minetta "Yeah, this morning "They kept you pretty long for just a scratch," Red said Minetta was silent for a moment and then added, "Well, you know how it is, hard to get in, hard to get out He swallowed a mouthful of Vienna sausage"I had a pretty soft time there Red piddled the dehydrated mashed potatoes and canned string beans with his spoonIt was the only eating utensil he owned; months ago he had thrown away his knife and fork"They treated you pretty good, huh?" He was annoyed with his own curiosity "Damn good," Minetta saidHe swallowed some coffee"Well, I had a run-in with a doctor there, the sonofabitchI lost my temper and told him where to get off, so I'm on company duty now, but outside of that it was okayThey continued eating in silence Red was uncomfortableFor weeks his kidneys had been growing more painful, and that morning on the road he had strained himself badly in lifting a pickA severe pain had seized him at the top of his swing, and he had ground his teeth, his fingers tremblingAfter a minute or so he had been forced to quit, and his back had throbbed for the rest of the morning with a dull constant acheWhen the trucks had come, he had hoisted himself with great difficulty over the tail gate"You're gettin' old, Red," Wyman had piped The jarring of the truck over the bumps had aggravated his pain, and he had been silentThe artillery was firing constantly and the men talked about an attack supposed to start soonThey're gonna be sendin' us out again, Red had thought, I better get fixed upFor a moment he had allowed himself to think, Maybe the hospital, and then he had repressed the thought with disgus (Comment on this)
Friday, December 17th, 2010
2:42 am	@@@@@ "Perhaps we should sit downIt's a long, @@@@@ "Perhaps we should sit downIt's a long, tiring story Slowly, methodically, rigidly unemotional, Rhett told his sister about Scarlett's two earlier marriages, about his proposal and Scarlett's agreement to marry him for his moneyHe also told her about Scarlett's near-obsessive love for Ashley Wilkes throughout all the years he'd known her"But if you knew that, why on earth did you marry her?" Rosemary asked"Why?" Rhett's mouth twisted in a smile "Because she was so full of fire and so recklessly, stubbornly brave Because she was such a child beneath all her pretenses Because she was unlike any woman I had ever knownShe fascinated me, infuriated me, drove me madI loved her as consumingly as she loved himFrom the day I first laid eyes on herIt was a kind of disease There was a weight of sorrow in his voiceHe bowed his head into his two hands and laughed shakilyHis voice was muffled and blurred by his fingers"What a grotesque practical joke life isNow Ashley Wilkes is a free man and would marry Scarlett on a moment's notice, and I want to be rid of herNaturally that makes her determined to have meShe wants only what she cannot have Rhett raised his head"I'm afraid," he said quietly, "afraid that it will all begin againI know that she's heartless and completely selfish, that she's like a child who cries for a toy and then breaks it once she has itBut there are moments when she tilts her head at a certain angle, or she smiles that gleeful smile, or she suddenly looks lost-and I come close to forgetting what I know Rosemary put her hand on his arm (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 11th, 2010
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Friday, December 10th, 2010
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Tuesday, December 7th, 2010
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Monday, December 6th, 2010
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Saturday, December 4th, 2010
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