tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35637852011-12-11T11:15:38.380-05:00The Hermetic CopybookCompelling passages from current readingsRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.comBlogger2211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-48652029561733624662011-12-11T11:05:00.002-05:002011-12-11T11:15:38.390-05:00What could my personal Internet sex ad read? I've seen my own name mentioned in other people's "dating" profiles - something like, "Come over and we'll watch a John Waters movie." I wonder how they'd respond if I answered, "I am John Waters and I've got all his films. I'm on my way!" Should I place a classified in Boxoffice, that great trade magazine for middle-American theater owners I've been Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-55907953624111380462010-10-30T16:50:00.001-04:002010-10-30T19:10:08.332-04:00Reeling backward, Paul experienced every moment splintered into a million shards of nanoseconds. Each event had been as carefully laid out as the puzzle pieces in a Chusuk mosaic. Either the plan had originally been designed in extravagant and impossible detail, or Fenring had enhanced the scheme with so many branch points and alternatives that all possibilities had intersected in this single Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-66805205124685554002010-10-29T13:08:00.003-04:002010-10-29T13:14:20.831-04:00Cigarettes were to Bette Davis what a bottle of Southern Comfort was to Janis Joplin or a half-unbuttoned black shirt is to Tom Ford: a mundane prop elevated by sheer force of personality to the level of a stylized autograph. Davis smoked eminently onscreen - Charlotte Vale's romanticized oral fixation in Now, Voyager; the pungent fumes of Margo Channing - but, if anything, she was ever better Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-25213873978733316882010-10-23T12:34:00.002-04:002010-10-23T12:40:57.356-04:00When he rolled off her body, Lucy huddled into one corner of the bed and began to cry. She felt so ashamed. And then she was shockingly surprised to hear Jules laugh softly and say "You poor benighted Eye-talian girl, so that's why you kept refusing me all these months? You dope." He said "you dope" with such friendly affection that she turned toward him and he took her naked body against his Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-30917908085125243992010-04-25T20:32:00.002-04:002010-04-25T20:38:30.362-04:00My point, and I do have one, is that having a vagina is not an accomplishment. It may be what makes you biologically female, but what does that have to do with feminism? Women had vaginas before they could vote or own property, and they didn't get those rights by pinning needle-felted vajayjays to their mantalets.April Winchell, Regretsy: Where DIY Meets WTF (55)Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-15978909188697969322010-04-25T20:28:00.002-04:002010-04-25T20:31:14.089-04:00She smiled grimly. The Islanders hadn't exactly taken over Great Achaea's Sicilian colony by landing and proclaiming liberation. They had turned it into a three-cornered exercise in massacre and countermassacre, as natives and slaves and Achaeans fought each other like crabs in a bucket. It reminded her of what she'd read about Haiti during the slaves uprising there in the 1790s, years of terror Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-44659507072663038842010-02-27T10:51:00.003-05:002011-12-07T12:04:04.898-05:00Alice Hong's smile wasn't a snarl. It was bright and cheery, and far, far worse than that. She pulled a concealing cloak and mask off the figure standing beside her. Ian Arnstein took one look, and knew that however long he lived he would wish he hadn't. He quickly turned his eyes above Hong's head, concentrating on not humiliating himself by vomiting or fainting.S.M. Stirling, Against the Tide Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-25124543550823562722010-01-16T20:26:00.004-05:002010-02-26T19:57:16.513-05:00"How does it cock?" Ian asked. There was a steel claw arrangement hooked to the center of the wire string stretched across the shallow cord of the bow. He pulled at the string with a tentative hand. It was like a solid bar, immovable."That's a stiff draw," he said."Over three hundred and fifty pounds," the machinist said. "Brace the stock against your hip and hold the grip. Now put your other Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-73173835482939732092009-04-25T20:01:00.004-04:002010-02-27T10:59:29.944-05:00The cream of the jest was, of course, that Lady Delia de Stafford was delicately beautiful in an entirely feminine way and a complete clotheshorse and never wore anything less than the height of fashion - female fashion. Since she was cheerfully ready to lie the truth out of Creation about it (being a secret witch, as well, and therefore not in awe of Christian sacraments), her naively sincere Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-44491076193291997072009-01-18T19:42:00.002-05:002009-01-18T19:46:33.163-05:00Cornbury, however, did the democracy a good turn by forthwith drowning the memory of its shortcomings in the torrent of his own follies and misdeeds. He was very nearly an ideal example of what a royal governor should not be. He was both silly and wicked. He hated the popular party, and in all ways that he could he curtailed the political rights of the people. He favored the manorial lords and Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-15947803837439948992009-01-01T15:03:00.003-05:002009-01-01T15:23:13.277-05:00He was about to continue when he felt himself struck speechless at seeing the two girls embracing the dead bodies of the monkeys in the tenderest manner, weeping over their bodies, and filling the air with the most doleful lamentations. "Really," he said to Cacambo, "I didn't expect to see so much generosity of spirit." "Master," replied the knowing valet, "you have made a precious piece of work Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-90990772353697247572008-10-21T23:54:00.002-04:002008-10-22T00:11:21.447-04:00The widest definition of the term sodomy remained that found in Burchard of Worms’s Decretum, which had unsystematically and uncritically noted every possible act, suggesting that the confessor had the widest latitude in imposing penance. Many of the deeds mentioned, like the use of a dildo, mutual masturbation, anal entry, sex between brothers, and oral sex, which may be regarded as acts againstRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-86713561874083062382008-10-08T20:30:00.003-04:002008-10-08T20:38:52.633-04:00Night Owl: "Adrian, I'm sorry, I don't buy this hoax invasion story. Come on, what are you really up to?Ozymandias: "HHAHHH. Very well. Once more: I engineered a monster, cloned its brain from a human psychic, sent it to New York and killed half the city."Night Owl: "Adrian, that's bullshit..."Rorschach: "No. Telling truth. Listen to voice. He did it."Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons, Watchmen (XII, 9)Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-32915794329492060972008-07-27T18:07:00.002-04:002008-07-27T18:12:56.284-04:00Today, I cook almost every meal for myself, except on weekends when I visit friends. With rare exceptions I cook with simplicity and without a lot of folderol. The side effects are rewarding: I have the pleasure of creation. I feel at home in my bacholor quarters with those fine odors coming from the kitchen. I control my weight by preparing just enough to give my stomach and my taste buds Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-65424923356363358542008-07-13T19:53:00.002-04:002008-07-13T20:01:29.759-04:00By the time I got to me sister's, it was dark. I poured myself a Scotch and then, like always, Amy brought out a few things she thought I might find interesting. The first was a copy of The Joy of Sex, which she'd found at a flea market and planned to leave on the coffee table the next time our father visited. It was the last thing a man would want to find in his daughter's apartment - that was Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-82940593764222839412008-07-12T17:20:00.003-04:002008-07-12T17:33:09.164-04:00Except, that is, for those reckless folk who felt that, as the end of the world was nigh and all would soon perish, they might as well live for the present and spend what money they had on pleasure. Within the confines of Walsham this usually meant passing long hours in the alehouses which were liberally sprinkled across the parish. The wanton, both men and women, drank excessively, gambled Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-67606430213049708172008-04-28T17:32:00.003-04:002008-04-28T17:38:11.819-04:00As a lifestyle once kept between a select few and that now has many coming out of the freezer, being a vegetarian in New York is not unlike being gay. Vegetarian restaurants and options abound. I have the same number of veggie friends as I do gay friends. Because it's so common and often even hip to be a vegetarian, it's become socially acceptable to poke fun at us. Being a vegan, of course, is Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-86777812867608011072008-04-20T18:24:00.004-04:002010-10-29T13:26:05.171-04:00Litigation over the Waco and Northwestern stretched on for three years. One effect of the battle was that it made Hetty a folk hero among California farmers who hated Huntington. A group of San Franciscans sent her as a gift a .44 caliber revolver, along with a holster, belt and cartridges, and a note promising that if she ever came to visit, they would turn out ten thousand strong at the depot Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-89720005090481915982008-02-16T15:51:00.002-05:002008-02-16T15:58:47.238-05:00New Year's Day of 1877 found Miss Day, after the time-honored custom of the age, holding open house in her family's home in midtown Manhattan. The front drawing room was crowded with May family and friends in well-cut morning coats and Prince Alberts toasting the incoming year in a variety of potables passed on silver trays by impeccable house footmen superintended by a stylish English butler. Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-40381199251473306922008-01-26T13:01:00.001-05:002008-07-12T17:37:36.512-04:00So the Sabbatai Savi religion came to an end, and survives only in the tiny sycretic sect known in Turkey as the Donme, which conceals a Jewish loyalty within an outward Islamic observance. But had its founder been put to death, we should be hearing of it still, and of the elaborate mutual excommunications, stonings and schisms that its followers would subsequently have engaged in. The nearest Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-73782835583540685812008-01-20T14:43:00.000-05:002008-01-20T14:49:08.798-05:00Stare at Winona Ryder as she stands in the theater lobby, talking into a cell phone and looking at a poster of a movie she's not even in. Admire her black trench coat but wonder why she's got it on in this spring weather that's not even a little bit cold. Wonder what designer it is. Think about how it would be funny if you just went over and snapped her phone shut in mid-conversation, standing Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-14698290216060522652008-01-16T20:23:00.000-05:002008-01-16T20:41:39.427-05:00Pope John Paul II created more saints than all his predecessors of the past several centuries put together, and he had a special affinity with the Virgin Mary. His polytheistic hankerings were dramatically demonstrated in 1981 when he survived an assassination attempt in Rome, and attributed his survival to intervention by Our Lady of Fatima: 'A maternal hand guided the bullet.' One cannot help Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-86614033109062982812008-01-05T20:58:00.000-05:002008-01-05T21:14:08.512-05:00The next morning at the Stanford Court Hotel, where Jim's own court was held each day, I bandaged his feet (devastated by lack of circulation) giving his devoted servant Marion Cunningham a rest from her daily chore. His robe had been left open where it "fell," exposing a belly as vast as Yosemite's El Capitan, which swept down to reveal what he could have been proud to reveal were Jim not the Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-57113391476509656472007-10-09T21:41:00.000-04:002007-10-09T21:52:52.886-04:00"When a nicely dressed gentleman would come in for lunch alone," remembered Claude Le Gall, "he told us to go out and check his car to see if the tires were Michelins. That wouldn't be proof, but it could be an indiciation, anyway. Sometimes, when we weren't sure which car he had come in, he would have us going through his coat pockets in the vestiare, to see if the keys might identify the car."Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-47956258577296102992007-09-30T21:37:00.000-04:002008-01-05T21:33:14.532-05:00There was only one answer. The moment that followed was akin to the one in desert-island tales, when the poor shipwrecked souls decide they have to resort to cannibalism, or perish. We looked down into the pools of hollandaise sitting in those foot wells, those disgusting, fish-juice-stained foot wells, and without a word, we nodded to each other, solemnly acknowledging what must be done. That weRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-15544333972105938242007-09-30T20:09:00.000-04:002008-01-05T21:29:03.564-05:00The weekend crowd embraced the Dean & DeLuca lifestyle so readily that it was sometimes more then the store's founders could handle. Their original counterman, the expert cheesemonger Steven Jenkins - who claims he was the first to apply the word "artisanal" to cheese - recalls a busy Saturday in the early years when a few staffers failed to show up, forcing a furious DeLuca to join Jenkins Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-7937301970093525542007-09-27T22:51:00.000-04:002007-09-27T23:06:53.462-04:00The grocery store was another great place to play the dating game. My mother always let me unload the cart, so I pretended all the groceries were going to a party. As the conveyer belt moved my mother's purchases to the cashier, I would match every food item up with his or her partner. Ketchup always went to the party with Mustard, of course. Aspirin went with Vitamins, Orange Juice loved Milk, Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-52537154646363988142007-09-27T20:29:00.000-04:002007-09-27T23:10:38.151-04:00"I'm a free-market advocate and a staunch libertarian," [Charlie Trotter] says. "I don't feel like I'm part of the New American cuisine movement. I have no tolerance for the left-wing embrace of food politics and things like that. I think you can support farmers' markets and that you don't have to do it with a Berkeley sensibility. Don't get me wrong - I'm not on the other end of the spectrum. Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-42922094497985504652007-09-09T21:52:00.000-04:002007-09-09T22:11:46.894-04:00We were high all the time, sneaking off to the walk-in at every opportunity to "conceptualize." Hardly a decision was made without drugs. Pot, quaaludes, cocaine, LSD, psilocybin mushrooms soaked in honey and used to sweeten tea, Seconal, Tuinal, speed, codeine and, increasingly, heroin, which we'd send a Spanish-speaking busboy over to Alphabet City to get. We worked long hours and took Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-48804130087359111372007-09-09T21:21:00.000-04:002007-09-09T21:32:38.629-04:00At half-past eight the work stopped very suddenly. We were not free till nine, but we used to throw ourselves full length on the floor, and lie there resting our legs, too lazy even to go the the ice cupboard for a drink. Sometimes the chef du personnel would come in with bottles of beer, for the hotel stood us an extra beer when we had had a hard day. The food we were given was no more than Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-77812909777775523922007-09-03T18:49:00.000-04:002007-09-03T18:55:24.894-04:00I didn't know what to say. My boss was telling me that, to do my job, I now needed to go home and have sex. It has already been a long, long day of carnalities. The meat truck was arriving in a few hours. It seemed unlikely that I had the stamina for more carnality and making butcher love to my wife for the rest of the night and reporting for work before dawn with no sleep. Maybe I didn't have Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-36164732739892031412007-07-15T16:18:00.000-04:002007-09-09T21:34:38.924-04:00Hengist and Horsa, two brothers, possessed great credit among the Saxons, and were much celebrated both for their valour and nobility. They were reputed, as most of the Saxon princes, to be sprung of Woden, who was worshipped as a god among those nations, and they are said to be his great grandsons; a circumstance which added much to their authority. We shall not attempt to trace any higher the Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-39367707877688042612007-06-27T17:28:00.000-04:002007-06-27T17:39:06.347-04:00This is what computer manuals looked like in 1961 (click to enlarge):Paul Siegel, Understanding Digital Computers (205)Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-61724638961107480492007-05-07T23:27:00.000-04:002007-05-07T23:32:55.255-04:00"Damnit, Bucky. Last time that goateed butterball was in here, he lectured me - me - for a full fifteen minutes on why I needed to intervene in that vegetable case down in Georgia. Christ in a refrigerator, that woman'd been in a coma for fifteen years. She had a flatter brain scan than a three-thousand-year-old Egyptian mummy. And he wanted me to issue an executive order to plug her back in. WhoRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1167337069540103802006-12-28T15:17:00.000-05:002006-12-28T15:19:26.666-05:00At the same time, though, I have to confess that the thought crossed my mind, not once, but several times, that he might drown out there and, though I didn’t linger over this notion, I know that it didn’t bother me. I didn’t care about him, and I knew there was nothing that could connect me with his apparent accident. For that next hour or two, I felt elated at having done what I wanted to do andRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1167158673170985222006-12-26T13:40:00.000-05:002006-12-26T14:36:06.910-05:00I should like to say for the record I am not a “Bonesman” or indeed a member of any of the exclusive “secret societies” – Book and Snake, Scroll and Key, Snake and Eggs, the Leatherstockingmen, the Yale School of Forestry, etc. Due to their open advocacy of cloak-wearing and their great windowless clubhouses known as “tombs” (many of them carved out of a single block of marble), these societies Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1166992224284884982006-12-24T15:28:00.000-05:002007-07-15T19:15:44.421-04:00A representative mid-nineteenth-century traditionalist was being asked to judge the work of a "wholly new" order of craftsman. His reply to the first letter (implied by her second letter to him – his letters do not survive) must have told her that the "Alabaster" poem lacked form, that it was imperfectly rhymed and its metric beat spasmodic, a judgment which would have been shared at the time by Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1164483758884702142006-11-25T14:32:00.001-05:002010-10-29T13:39:44.066-04:00You get that same beseiged fraternal feeling in a Republican campaign office. There is none of that M*A*S*H ensemble-cast witticizing one-upsmanship you get in the typical Democratic office full of young liberal arts grads. Nobody wears T-shirts that mean something, and nobody looks like an extra from the Czech set of XXX. As I would later find out, most Republicans hate "cool," particularly the Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1164407928632065212006-11-24T17:31:00.000-05:002006-11-24T17:38:48.643-05:00Of course, I exaggerate [about the aesthetic trends of the 1970s]. At the time, everything seemed normal. Sure, things were a little...brown, a tad more orange than they'd been before. Yes, we knew our clothes were ridiculous when we wore them, but we all knew this wouldn't last. We'd all be nuked into a big long smear of red jam or dumped into a dystopian Soylent Green world, eating pressed Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1164405036504616932006-11-24T16:45:00.000-05:002006-11-24T16:50:36.520-05:00My favorite thing to buy is underwear. I think buying underwear is the most personal thing you can do, and if you could watch a person buying underwear you would really get to know them. I mean, I would rather watch somebody buy their underwear than read a book they wrote. I think the strangest people are the ones who send someone else to buy their underwear for them. I also wonder about people Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1153255284272526932006-07-18T16:38:00.000-04:002006-07-18T16:42:53.860-04:00I began staying late at the office. Until ten, eleven at night. I would have given both testicles and possibly an arm to see Uma stick her finger down her throat and then throw up a sandwich. Or maybe? Do something really Hollywood, like dump a bag of coke out on the coffee table and snort it up with a hundred-dollar bill. But none of this happened. The most exciting thing Uma ever did was to Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1138469435698192082006-01-28T12:22:00.000-05:002006-01-28T12:30:35.826-05:00During the mid-1990s the recognized churches, particularly the Church of England, moved from the theology of sin and redemption to a less uncompromising doctrine: corporate social responsibility coupled with a sentimental humanism. Rosie has gone further and has virtually abolished the Second Person of the Trinity together with His cross, substituting a golden orb of the sun in glory, like a Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1134855316524034732005-12-17T16:29:00.000-05:002006-12-28T15:02:40.576-05:00Galinda soaked up the architecture of Shiz. Here and there, mostly in protected college yards and side streets, the oldest surviving domestic architecture still leaned, ancient wattle-and-daub and exposed stud framing held up like paralytic grannies by stronger, newer relatives on either side. Then in dizzying succession, unparalled glories: Bloodstone Medieval, Merthic (both Least and the more Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1128980491345588322005-10-10T17:33:00.000-04:002005-10-10T17:41:31.350-04:00It had probably been a mistake to have sex with him but he was undeniably attractive in an average sort of corn-fed white boy way and he had caught her at a susceptible time. He was the average perfected, the ordinary made super-ordinary, the boy next door raised to the Platonic ideal of boy-next-doorness, and as a result you saw him on giant bilboards everywhere in that city dedicated to Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1121626196076768212005-07-17T14:49:00.000-04:002005-07-17T15:01:34.220-04:00Sat on the terrace. The Fatima, who steals food at an alarming rate, yesterday gobbled a large slice of hashish cake left purposefully in the cupboard. An hour or so later she fell silent and morose. Today she arrived two hours late and explained rather bleatingly that she had been malade. ‘That will teach you to eat my food you thieving bitch,’ I said with a cordial smile. ‘Oui monsieur,’ she Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1120015145880103022005-06-28T23:10:00.000-04:002005-06-28T23:19:05.886-04:00The Night Shift was associated with murders. The hustlers who had killed the "Junk Food Professor" had been regulars. A police sketch of a Hispanic man was posted to the cashboxes; he had stabbed another patron to death. The populace of this "theater" was perpetually stoned on anything and everything - alcohol, grass, angel dust, MDA, acid, mescaline, Christmas Tree speed pills, and Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1118284717927234552005-06-08T22:36:00.000-04:002005-06-08T22:38:37.933-04:00I think that the conclusion we must draw from this movie is obvious. All actresses should be lobotomized as soon as they are put under contract. It would save such a lot of anguish for them, for their agents and for their directors and, in spite of the surgeon's exorbitant fees, in the end it would save the studios a lot of money.Quentin Crisp, How to Go to the Movies (47-48)Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1117485923100217952005-05-30T16:40:00.000-04:002005-05-30T16:45:23.126-04:00"Oh, judgemental and superior." Max says. He takes a bite of Pop-Tart and a swig of cold coffee. "To regard others critically and to feel that one's own situation, decisions, or actions are in some way more noble, or simply more comme il faut, than theirs, is one of the great satisfactions of a reflective life."Paul Kafka-Gibbons, Dupont Circle (235)Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1117315223846012442005-05-28T17:17:00.000-04:002005-05-28T17:20:30.263-04:00George...and try to keep your clothes on, too. There aren't many more sickening sights than you with a couple of drinks in you and your skirt up over your head, you know...Edward Albee, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (17)Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1117294683464500102005-05-28T11:33:00.000-04:002005-05-28T11:38:03.470-04:00Often during this period in my life, to the embarassment of my hearers, I claimed that my whole existance was love. I meant that I was trying never to close my hand against anyone - even the unloveable (in dealing with whom I was having a great deal of practice). I would have placed at anyone's disposal my meager resources of money or advice or concern. Sometimes I fancied that all the elements Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1115251049546584992005-05-04T19:49:00.000-04:002005-05-04T19:57:29.556-04:00"Let's see," Fiona said, paging through a thick book entitled Mushroom Minutiae, a word which here means "obscure facts." "It was in the table of contents - that's all I've read so far. It was about halfway through." She brought the book over to the table, and ran a finger down the table of contents while the Baudelaires leaned over to see. "Chapter Thirty-Six, The Yeast of Beasts. Chapter Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1114961907473842742005-05-01T11:31:00.000-04:002005-05-01T11:38:27.473-04:00Here is a woman who is solely responsible for the brand image of Amtrak, our nation's flagship railroad, and she's wearing a tacky pantsuit from QVC and twelve-dollar shoes. She sat back in her chair like a trucker and complained. "Why the hell don't you talk about the new engines we got? We got all new engines on most of our trains. Why can't you say, 'Come aboard and experience our new engines.Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1114540586893119622005-04-26T14:35:00.000-04:002005-04-26T14:37:23.003-04:0075. Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life. Thus people haunted by the purposelessness of their empty lives try to find a new content not only by dedicating themselves to a holy cause but also by nursing a fanatical grievance. A mass movement offers them unlimited opportunities for both.Eric Hoffer, The True Believer (102)Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1114538377971109392005-04-26T13:58:00.000-04:002005-05-01T11:39:16.833-04:00Mrs Lavery, Edith’s mother, considered herself a bird of quite different feather to her spouse, fond as she was of him. Her own father had been an Indian army colonel but the salient detail was that his mother had been the great-niece of a banking baronet. Although kindly in many ways, Mrs Lavery was passionately snobbish to a degree verging on insanity and so her frail connection to this, the Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1104459096363726002004-12-30T21:06:00.000-05:002004-12-30T21:19:07.770-05:00Nina was conducting her comme il faut class. "Be careful who takes you to Ascot," she said, "because unless you have married a rich husband, he is probably a crook. Even if he's your husband, well ... Not many honest men can take four days off their work, dress themselves in a black suit and a silk hat with all the accoutrements, and lose a lot of money on the horses, and take you out afterward Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1102903593088695832004-12-12T21:03:00.000-05:002004-12-12T21:06:33.086-05:00It was Sambuca, though Bradley could barely focus on his face. The world was gray and faint. But he saw that Sambuca was grinning at him, revealing a row of yellow pointed teeth. And then Sambuca held up a knife so Ted could see it, and smiled again, and with two fingers grabbed the flesh of Ted's cheek and sliced it off with the knife.
Michael Crichton, State of Fear (533)
Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1100915083198095862004-11-19T20:39:00.000-05:002004-11-19T20:44:43.196-05:00We have the pots, jewelry, and wall decorations of our ancient ancestors, and a few of their stories. We know nothing of the joys and sorrows of their family lives and care little for their political intrigues. Their faiths have disappeared or changed utterly; their science has been superceded. The things that mattered most to them have vanished. What remains is the superficial. It is how we knowRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1100573896767414142004-11-15T21:53:00.000-05:002004-11-15T21:58:16.766-05:00The entire repertory company went through a profound shock when David Lochary died in New York from complications of an angel dust overdose. David had never had a drug problerm until he discovered "dust," and for some reason he lost control. To this day I'm in favor of busting dealers who sell this crap. So if you're on the stuff, don't come around me, because I might call the police. David'sRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1100114443370732532004-11-10T14:20:00.000-05:002004-11-12T17:21:08.350-05:00Dwell's editor in chief preaches a pluralism that would sound strange to her forebears: "We think of ourselves as Modernists, but we are the nice Modernists. One of the things we like best about Modernism - the nice Modernism - it its flexbility." She tweaks the puritanical doctrines of Adolf Loos - "one crabby Modernist" - whose influential 1908 essay "Ornament and Crime" proclaimed decorationRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1099773851028408762004-11-06T15:37:00.000-05:002004-11-06T15:44:47.116-05:00But if you think about it, Santa Claus is directly responsible for heroin addiction. Innocent children are brainwashed into believing the first big lie their parents ever tell them, and when the truth finally hits, they never believe them again. All the stern warnings on the perils of drugs carry the same credibility as flying reindeer or fat men in your chimney. But I love Santa Claus anyway:Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1099760736239820902004-11-06T11:59:00.000-05:002004-11-06T15:46:30.180-05:00Considering how often people in America inquire about the ethnic backgrounds of people they've just met, and considering that a kiss-me-I'm-Irish name like Hollahan invites the question, D.J. would have conversations like this over and over again all his adult life. He would come to hate us for for giving him such a green-beer-and-shamrocks last name. There were a couple of other family-name Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1099334881649221592004-11-01T13:40:00.000-05:002004-11-01T13:48:01.650-05:00All kinds of films could benefit. The producers of Porky's et al., pretend their films aren't made for dirty, filthy twelve-year-old lechers, but why not be honest and sponsor a circle-jerk for Cub Scout troops with the winner receiving a call girl for the night? If you want to be civic minded and publicize your newly installed handicap ramps, show The Crippled Masters, an honest-to-God karate Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1099176023329975102004-10-30T18:32:00.000-04:002005-10-10T17:50:11.916-04:00Waters' relationship with Montgomery was disintegrating, and she returned to Baltimore halfway through the summer. He moved in with Sique, who lived in a tree fort owned by Prescott Townsden. The tree house had no roof or running water, and trees grew up out of the living room floor. The fort was partly made from an old submarine suspended in branches of a large oak. There were seperate unitsRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1099152779521792132004-10-30T11:53:00.000-04:002004-11-01T13:50:03.026-05:00Look. Folks. It's simple. If you have poor taste in decorating, don't go nuts in the entryway. Wait until your guests are inside before you spring something unusual on them. But, you say, doesn't that fabulous statuary look so right over by the door? It's an ancient Belgian God of Fertility or something. You can hang hats on the erection. Or use it for umbrellas! That's not the point. Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1099151507902830362004-10-30T11:42:00.000-04:002004-10-30T18:42:25.416-04:00This is why God made alcohol. Though plenty of people, the guests at Bentham's, maybe Len - and Sherrie, for all he knows - probably think Swenson has had a drinking problem for quite some time, Swenson disagrees. But now is when a drinking problem would solve a lot of more serious problems. This is the moment for which God created drinking problems. Swenson watches the cases of wine empty, Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1098843290050386722004-10-26T22:09:00.000-04:002004-10-26T22:14:50.050-04:00Luckily, Lesbian Couple was angrier with Lesbian Single than they were with me. Lesbian Couple had let it be known on the Lesbian Grapevine that they had approached me about my sperm. Apparently, Lesbian Single knew they had dibs on my balls and had approached me anyway, fully aware that my balls had been spoken for. Add to this psychodrama the fact that Lesbian Single had once attempted to Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1098840576277441272004-10-26T21:20:00.000-04:002004-10-26T22:09:22.746-04:00A few steps from the top, Swenson's able to read the title of her paperback, which is not, as he expected, the work of some trendy child author, but rather, Jane Eyre. She grasps the novel with talons lacquered eggplant purple, curling from fingerless black leather gloves studded with silver grommets. Her tiny hands - or perhaps their proximity to Charlotte Bronte's novel - give the gloves a Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1097380503094923552004-10-09T23:45:00.000-04:002004-10-09T23:55:03.096-04:00While much effort has been expended in the third world countries educating women into a range of options that does not limit their role merely to bearing children, well-off, educated, and indulgent American women are clamoring for babies, babies, BABIES to complete their status. They've had it all, and now they want a baby. And women over thirty-five want them NOW. They're the ones who opt forRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1097379089724685972004-10-09T23:24:00.000-04:002004-10-09T23:31:29.723-04:00The work of a moment. And now, tonight, while Terence gamely grunts, while Miranda cracks him in her dappled thighs: I'll be up here chuckling about the things I didn't tell him, about her raw-liver kisses and her sweet-sherry tongue, about the ghostly smells that issue from her pouches and vents, about the underworld effluvia she leaves glistening on your sheets.
Martin Amis, Success (17)
Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1095878946849359722004-09-22T14:48:00.000-04:002004-09-22T14:49:43.486-04:00The mania for speculation broke loose. Stock soared in three months from 128 to 300, and within a few months more to 500. Amid the resounding cries of jobbers and speculators a multitude of companies, some genuine and some bogus, was hatched. By June 1721 the South Sea stock stood at 1050. Robert Walpole himself had the luck to make a handsome profit on his quiet investments. At every Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1095370229737512652004-09-16T17:30:00.000-04:002004-09-16T17:30:29.736-04:00This madness goes on and on, but nobody seems to notice. The gambling action runs twenty-four hours a day on the main floor, and the circus never ends. Meanwhile, on all the upstairs balconies, the customers are being hustled by every conceivable kind of bizarre shuck. All kinds of funhouse-type booths. Shoot the pasties off the nipples of a ten-foot bull-dyke and win a cotton-candy goat. Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1094175335134394442004-09-02T21:29:00.000-04:002004-09-02T21:36:00.596-04:00Vor caught her gaze, and Raquella seemed surprised to see a healthy stranger standing in the ward. He stepped forward, opening his mouth to speak, when suddenly she recoiled in alarm. One of the patients sprang on Vor from behind and clawed at his breather mask, then fell on him pummeling him and spitting in his face. Fighting instinctively, Vor threw his attacker to one side. The wretch Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1094174798862953692004-09-02T21:18:00.000-04:002004-09-02T21:27:33.033-04:00Warnings such as Aquinas's against excess and obsession were also invoked by church fathers not only in regard to the rogue monk tempted to eat more than his share but also in reference to the opposite case - that is, nuns (for they were almost always nuns) who succumbed to the equally disturbing and disruptive temptation to indulge in excessive fasting. These women, whom the historian Rudolph MRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1093835806055080572004-08-29T23:11:00.000-04:002004-08-29T23:18:51.376-04:00Rekur Van, a biological engineer and geneticist now reviled across the League of Nobles, squirmed in his life-support socket, unable to move more than his head because he had no arms or legs. A retention socket connected the geneticist's body core to nutrient and waste tubes. Shortly after capturing him, Erasmus had seen to the removal of the man's limbs, rendering him much more manageable. HeRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1093835119304343522004-08-29T22:55:00.000-04:002004-08-29T23:05:48.103-04:00Art directors at magazines still, for the most part, prefer freelancers to submit images in the form of transparencies - unless you shoot with a high-end digital camera capable of rendering a high-resolution image no smaller than 10 to 12 megabytes. "Film still has the depth, the color-saturation quality, and sharpness digital does not have," says Tammy Lechner, photo editor for OCR Magazines inRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1093826091041819452004-08-29T20:29:00.001-04:002010-10-29T14:06:33.802-04:00According to a popular medieval legend, the hermit John of Beverley was tested by God, who sent an angel to force John choose among three sins: drunkenness, rape, or murder. Sensibly, as anyone might, the hermit chose drunkenness. Or not so sensibly, as it would soon turn out, because, in his drunken insensate stupor, he raped and murdered his own sister.Francine Prose, Gluttony (15)Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1093158731670487802004-08-22T03:04:00.000-04:002004-08-22T03:12:35.216-04:00'Me neither,' Mick said. 'But fame's an interesting thing isn't it? I mean if you'd been raped by Roger Moore, you'd have recognized him, wouldn't you? Or Keanu Reeves or Rowan Atkinson. So he's not that famous. But I was thinking, he was taking quite a risk wasn't he? It wouldn't have done his career much good if it got out that he took part in a gang-bang, would it? You could have gone Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1092879268300266162004-08-18T21:30:00.000-04:002004-08-18T21:36:01.060-04:00I found myself on the bridge, between the shores, connected with the past yet connected with some poorly imagined future, in this new place of somebody else's making, futuristically quaint with cars like Bakelite radios, men with jet packs strapped to their shoulders, dressed in skin-tight silver synthetics, helicopters and monorails full of commuters. We thought it might be like this, the Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1092679989637096432004-08-16T14:13:00.000-04:002004-08-16T14:13:54.186-04:00Joan [of Arc] was a being so uplifted from the ordinary run of mankind that she finds no equal in a thousand years. The records of her trial present us with facts alive to-day through all the mists of time. Out of her own mouth can she be judged in each generation. She embodied the natural goodness and valour of the human race in unexampled perfection. Unconquerable courage, infinite Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1092525866519058132004-08-14T19:15:00.000-04:002004-09-02T21:39:34.310-04:00The ecological crisis cannot be resolved by politics. It cannot be resolved by science or technology. It is a crisis caused by culture and character, and a deep change in personal consciousness is needed. Your fundamental attitudes toward the earth have become twisted. You have made only brutal contact with Nature; you cannot comprehend its grace. You must change. Have few desires and Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1092519008538452562004-08-14T17:15:00.001-04:002010-10-29T14:14:54.300-04:00The Despensers and their King now seemed to have attained a height of power. But a tragedy with every feature of classical ruthlessness was to follow. One of the chief Marcher lords, Roger Mortimer, though captured by the King, contrived to escape to France. In 1324 Charles IV of France took advantage of a dispute in Gascony to seize the duchy, except for a coastal strip. Edward's wife, Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1092322385837938272004-08-12T10:50:00.000-04:002004-08-12T10:54:12.863-04:00By the time dessert is offered, everybody at the table is drunk except for me and the Nazi. Even Greer has had two glasses of Chablis, which for her is drinking to blackout. I sit there and think how it isn't fair that I can't drink at all, even a little. I realize I have crammed an entire lifetime of moderate drinkinbg into a decade of hard-core drinking and this is why. I blew my wad.
Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1092163717084290322004-08-10T14:48:00.000-04:002004-08-12T10:54:01.173-04:00Of all the tribes of the Germanic race none was more cruel than the Saxons. Their very tribe name, which spread to the whole confederacy of Northern tribes, was supposed to be derived from the use of a weapon, the seax, a short one-handed sword. Although tradition and the Venerable Bede assign the conquest of Britain to the Angles, Jutes and Saxons together, and although the various settlementsRichardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1091935682087571022004-08-07T23:22:00.000-04:002004-08-07T23:30:28.966-04:00Sober. So that's what I'm here to become. And suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness I haven't felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green. It's no longer really summer, but the air is still too warm and heavy to be fall. It's the season Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1087862044060097252004-06-21T19:46:00.000-04:002004-06-21T20:04:34.106-04:00But hatred is best combined with Fear. Cowardice, alone of all the vices, is purely painful - horrible to anticipate, horrible to feel, horrible to remember; Hatred has its pleasures. It is therefore often the compensation by which a frightened man reimburses himself for the miseries of fear. The more he fears, the more he will hate. And Hatred is also a great anodyne for shame. To make a Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1087678461189817982004-06-19T16:49:00.000-04:002004-06-19T16:58:16.586-04:00As he left the bar with Christine at his side, Dixon felt like a special agent, a picaroon, a Chicago war-lord, a hidalgo, an oil baron, a mohock. He kept careful control over his features to stop them doing what they wanted to do and breaking out into an imbecile smirk of excitement and pride. When she turned and faced him at the edge of the floor, he found it hard to believe that she was Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1080574634790011992004-03-29T10:37:00.000-05:002004-03-29T10:39:49.513-05:00Langland was dismissed as an eccentric, but much of the English genius resides in quixotic or quirky individuals who insist upon the truth of their independent vision in the face almost universal derision. Langland rambles; he wanders into theological speculation and effortlessly mixes the comic and the sublime; he will list the various foodstuffs of the poor, and then has a vision of the Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1080164407226049822004-03-24T16:40:00.000-05:002004-03-24T16:44:08.826-05:00Lord Edward married Emma Lascelles in 1885. She was a remarkably ugly, fat, old woman, with a long upper lip and a protruding lower one. She talked incessantly and sourly about her family and wore a black bonnet in the country and the same bonnet in London with a veil added, and a cape covered in black sequins. She was known in the family as the Slammoth - a mixture between a sloth and a Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1079925960076486672004-03-21T22:26:00.000-05:002004-03-29T10:37:47.840-05:00The texts of the Anglo-Saxon schools included the Evangelia of Juvencus, the Carmen and Opus Paschale of Sedulius and Arator's De Actibus apostolorum together with other works from the corpus of Christian Latin literature. Virgil's Aeneid was also widely known and quoted, as well as the work of other classical writers such as Lucian and Persius; it is an impressive list for scholars of any Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1079839179287366082004-03-20T22:19:00.000-05:002004-03-23T15:38:03.780-05:00One night, at a wedding reception, an extremely drunk man ordered the band to perform “The Ballad of the Green Berets,” then, a half hour later, demanded that it be played again. That night, Arrival struck back with the hydrogen bomb of retaliation songs: “In the Year 2525,” the relentlessly ugly Zager and Evans song with the disturbingly weird lyrics (You won’t find a thing to chew! Nobody’s Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1078762566393890782004-03-08T11:16:00.000-05:002006-11-25T19:07:19.330-05:00Eventually he was posted as a junior to one of the larger Rajput states. To the dismay of the Paramount Power the maharajah had a taste for the sexually bizarre, and a series of rape claims had been brought against him. Privett-Clampe immediately found himself embroiled in the details of the maharajah's private life, in which Argentinian tango dancers, Borzoi dogs, and a ceratin regimental Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1077393573839337592004-02-21T14:59:00.000-05:002004-03-08T11:18:33.640-05:00Small wonder that sometimes government could seem to be almost a family business: one-tenth of cabinet members between 1868 and 1955 were themselves sons of ministers. The administration put together by Lord Salisbury (Robert Arthur Talbot Gascoyne-Cecil) after the 1900 General Election contained so many members of his own family that it was known as the 'Hotel Cecil'; the career of his Chief Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1073856295316498102004-01-11T16:24:00.000-05:002004-01-11T17:21:48.593-05:00The young woman looked up at Yaisuah, who took this moment to twist in delirium. She looked back at the spearman. Her back was to her companions and she faced only Hali as she lifted the spearman's hand and placed it on her breast inside her robe. At that instant, Yaisuah arched his back against the wooden upright and called out: "Father! Father, why have you forsaken me?"
Frank Herbert and Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1071176273584293832003-12-11T15:57:00.000-05:002003-12-11T15:58:57.280-05:00I, myself, had my own doubts about the coming holiday. Although there were already dozens of presents beneath the tree, I had not noticed a single one in the shape of the gift I most wanted: Tony Orlando and Dawn's Tie a Yellow 'Round the Old Oak Tree. If I did not get this album, I had no reason to live. And yet there were nothing flat and square under the tree. There were plenty of puffy Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1070671530009433352003-12-05T19:45:00.000-05:002003-12-05T19:46:10.513-05:00Without missing a beat, the taller man handed Dickie a beer (apparently it was not too early to drink), and began challenging his opponent to distinguish between the genuine ascetic and what he termed the conspiciously nonconsuming "poverty snob." Foley (for that's who he was) obliged, though he became evasive when Stubblefield (obviously) interrupted to ask on which side of the fence Christ Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1070671145511770242003-12-05T19:39:00.000-05:002003-12-05T19:39:46.093-05:00So I picked up my pace and hiked as far ahead of the group as I could. I may have been one of the youngest in our group, but I wasn't the fastest. That title went to the movie mogul, my fiftyish roommate, who led the pack almost every day. I couldn't catch up with the movie mogul or pass him, but I could pace myself so that I was always between MM and the rest of the group. When I was fairly Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1070146619941777652003-11-29T17:56:00.000-05:002003-11-29T17:57:34.280-05:00Emotions of that complexion were responsible for her pestering Tanuki to arrange some kind of marraige ceremony. After all, he referred to her as his wife. He didn't particularly object to a wedding, he simply didn't know how to go about it. Finally, he consulted the fox. Kitsune thought the idea of a tanuki marrying a human grotesque and preposterous, but for that very reason it appealed to Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1069211891132133622003-11-18T22:18:00.000-05:002004-06-19T17:07:42.663-04:00“Sit down then, duck,” she said. “I’ll make you a cup of tea in ten minutes. I’m glad you’ve come though. Sunday afternoon’s the only time I get a bit of peace, and I like somebody to talk to. I like the house to be empty now and again. It’s a treat the way you look after your clo’es, Arthur. Every young man should, that’s what I say. But you know, it’s like living in a different house, Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1069126165972274562003-11-17T22:29:00.000-05:002003-11-17T22:36:27.420-05:00In spite of the increase in literacy, the numbers of books in country houses remained, by our standards, very small. Many country houses still had no books at all. Outside immediate government circles the doctrines of Sir Thomas Elyot and his friends only penetrated slowly. Many gentlemen, especially in the remoter parts of the country, still preferred to hunt and hawk; in Northumberland, in Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563785.post-1069022715289016542003-11-16T17:45:00.000-05:002003-11-16T17:56:51.716-05:00Marha looked tired and thirsty, but made no complaint, no request for hospitality. She fumbled at her throat and pulled out a wire loop that held a jingling collection of metal chits. "Spice tokens from offworlders. Naib Dhartha sent me out to work the sands, to scrape and collect it to be delivered to his merchant friends in Arrakis City. I have been of marraigeable age for three years, but Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05926588238807918767noreply@blogger.com0