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Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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Somehow, as I wrote to Agnes on a fine evening by my open window, and the remembrance of her clear calm eyes and gentle face came stealing over me, it shed such a peaceful influence upon the hurry and agitation in which I had been living lately, and of which my very happiness partook in some degree, that it soothed me into tears. I remember that I sat resting my head upon my hand, when the letter was half done, cherishing a general fancy as if Agnes were one of the elements of my natural home. As if, in the retirement of the house made almost sacred to me by her love, joy, sorrow, hope, or disappointment; in all emotions; my heart turned naturally there, and found its refuge and best friend. ¡¡¡¡Of Steerforth I said nothing. I only told her there had been sad grief at Yarmouth, on account of Emily's flight; and that on me it made a double
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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these People, began to wear off my Uneasiness about them; and I began to live just in the same compos'd Manner as before; only with this Difference, that I used more Caution, and kept my Eyes more about me than I did before, least I should happen to be seen by any of them; and particularly, I was more cautious of firing my Gun, least any of them being on the Island, should happen to hear of it; and it was therefore a very good Providence to me, that I had furnish'd my self with a tame Breed of Goats, that I needed not hunt any more about the Woods, or shoot at them; and if I did catch any of them after this, it was by Traps, and Snares, as I had done before; so that for two Years after this, I believe I never fir'd my Gun once off, though I never went out without it; and which was more, as I had sav'd three
sticking them in my Goat-skin Belt; also I furbish'd up one of the great Cutlashes, that I had out of the Ship, and made me a Belt to put it on also; so that I was now a most formidable Fellow to look at, when I went abroad, if you add to the former Description of my self, the Particular of two Pistols, and a great broad Sword, hanging at my Side in a Belt, but without a Scabbard.
Things going on thus, as I have said, for some Time; I seem'd, excepting these Cautions, to be reduc'd to my former calm, sedate Way of Living, all these Things
sticking them in my Goat-skin Belt; also I furbish'd up one of the great Cutlashes, that I had out of the Ship, and made me a Belt to put it on also; so that I was now a most formidable Fellow to look at, when I went abroad, if you add to the former Description of my self, the Particular of two Pistols, and a great broad Sword, hanging at my Side in a Belt, but without a Scabbard.
Things going on thus, as I have said, for some Time; I seem'd, excepting these Cautions, to be reduc'd to my former calm, sedate Way of Living, all these Things
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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I thought, that I was sitting on the Ground on the Outside of my Wall, where I sat when the Storm blew after the Earthquake, and that I saw a Man descend from a great black Cloud, in a bright Flame of Fire, and light upon the Ground: He was all over as bright as a Flame, so that I could but just bear to look towards him; his Countenance was most inexpressibly dreadful, impossible for Words to describe; when he stepp'd upon the Ground with his Feet, I thought the Earth trembl'd, just as it had done before in the Earthquake, and all the Air look'd, to my Apprehension, as if
He was no sooner landed upon the Earth, but he moved forward towards me, with a long Spear or Weapon in his Hand, to kill me; and when he came to a rising Ground, at some Distance, he spoke to me, or I heard a Voice so terrible, that it is impossible to express the Terror of it; all that I can say, I understood, was this, Seeing all these Things have not brought thee to Repentance, nom thou shalt die: At which Words, I thought he lifted up the Spear that was in his Hand, to kill me.
No one, that shall ever read this Account, will expect that I should be able to describe the Horrors of my Soul at this terrible Vision, I mean, that even while it was a Dream, I even dreamed of those Horrors; nor is it any more possible to describe the Impression that remain'd upon my Mind when I awak'd and found it was
He was no sooner landed upon the Earth, but he moved forward towards me, with a long Spear or Weapon in his Hand, to kill me; and when he came to a rising Ground, at some Distance, he spoke to me, or I heard a Voice so terrible, that it is impossible to express the Terror of it; all that I can say, I understood, was this, Seeing all these Things have not brought thee to Repentance, nom thou shalt die: At which Words, I thought he lifted up the Spear that was in his Hand, to kill me.
No one, that shall ever read this Account, will expect that I should be able to describe the Horrors of my Soul at this terrible Vision, I mean, that even while it was a Dream, I even dreamed of those Horrors; nor is it any more possible to describe the Impression that remain'd upon my Mind when I awak'd and found it was
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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no Purpose to speak to my Father upon any such Subject; that he knew too well what was my Interest to give his Consent to any thing so much for my Hurt, and that she wondered how I could think of any such thing after such a Discourse as I had had with my Father, and such kind and tender Expressions as she knew my Father had us'd to me; and that in short, if I would ruine my self there was no Help for me; but I might depend I should never have their Consent to it: That for her Part she would not have so much Hand in my Destruction; and I should never have it to say, that my Mother was willing when my Father was not.
Tho' my Mother refused to move it to my Father, yet as I have heard afterwards, she reported all the Discourse to him., and that my Father, after shewing a great Concern at it, said to her with a Sigh, That Boy might be happy if he would stay at home, but if he goes abroad he will be the miserablest Wretch that was ever born: I can give no Consent to it.
It was not till almost a Year after this that I broke loose, tho' in the mean time I continued obstinately deaf to all Proposals of settling to Business, and frequently expostulating with my Father and Mother, about their being so positively determin'd against what they knew my Inclinations prompted me to. But being one Day at Hull, where I went casually, and without any Purpose of making an Elopement that time; but I say, being there, and one of my Companions being going by Sea to
Tho' my Mother refused to move it to my Father, yet as I have heard afterwards, she reported all the Discourse to him., and that my Father, after shewing a great Concern at it, said to her with a Sigh, That Boy might be happy if he would stay at home, but if he goes abroad he will be the miserablest Wretch that was ever born: I can give no Consent to it.
It was not till almost a Year after this that I broke loose, tho' in the mean time I continued obstinately deaf to all Proposals of settling to Business, and frequently expostulating with my Father and Mother, about their being so positively determin'd against what they knew my Inclinations prompted me to. But being one Day at Hull, where I went casually, and without any Purpose of making an Elopement that time; but I say, being there, and one of my Companions being going by Sea to
Monday, October 22, 2007
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risk losing sight of the charge committed to me a minute; so we climbed the slope of heath together. Master Heathcliff received us with greater animation on this occasion: not the animation of high spirits though, nor yet of joy; it looked more like fear.
`It is late!' he said, speaking short and with difficulty. `Is not your father very ill? I thought you wouldn't come.'
`Why cousin's patience was not sufficient to endure this enigmatical behaviour.
`My father is very ill,' she said; `and why am I called from his bedside? Why didn't you send to absolve me from my promise, when'' you wished I wouldn't keep it? Come! I desire an explanation: playing and trifling are completely banished out of my mind; and I can't dance attendance on your affectations now!'
`My affectations!' he murmured; `what are they? For Heaven's sake, Catherine, don't
`It is late!' he said, speaking short and with difficulty. `Is not your father very ill? I thought you wouldn't come.'
`Why cousin's patience was not sufficient to endure this enigmatical behaviour.
`My father is very ill,' she said; `and why am I called from his bedside? Why didn't you send to absolve me from my promise, when'' you wished I wouldn't keep it? Come! I desire an explanation: playing and trifling are completely banished out of my mind; and I can't dance attendance on your affectations now!'
`My affectations!' he murmured; `what are they? For Heaven's sake, Catherine, don't
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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On the contrary, a tiresomely active one. It is mine, at present; and, therefore, continue minutely. I perceive that people in these regions acquire over people in towns the value that the spider in a dungeon does over a spider in a cottage, to their various occupants; and yet the deepened attraction is not entirely owing to the situation of the looker-on. They do live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing. One state resembles setting a hungry man down to a single dish, on which he may concentrate his entire appetite and do it justice; the other, introducing him to a table laid out by French cooks: he can perhaps extract as much enjoyment from the whole; but each part is a mere atom in his regard and remembrance.'
`Oh! here we are the same as anywhere else, when you get to know us,' observed Mrs Dean, somewhat puzzled at my speech.
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`Excuse me,' I responded; `you, my good friend, are a striking evidence against that assertion. Excepting a few provincialisms of slight consequence, you have no marks of the manners which I am habituated to consider as peculiar to your class. I am sure you have thought a great deal more than the generality of servants think. You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.'
Mrs Dean laughed.
`I certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body,' she said; `not exactly from living among the hills and seeing one set of faces, and one series of actions, from year's end to year's end; but I have undergone sharp discipline, which has taught me wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy, Mr Lockwood
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On the contrary, a tiresomely active one. It is mine, at present; and, therefore, continue minutely. I perceive that people in these regions acquire over people in towns the value that the spider in a dungeon does over a spider in a cottage, to their various occupants; and yet the deepened attraction is not entirely owing to the situation of the looker-on. They do live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing. One state resembles setting a hungry man down to a single dish, on which he may concentrate his entire appetite and do it justice; the other, introducing him to a table laid out by French cooks: he can perhaps extract as much enjoyment from the whole; but each part is a mere atom in his regard and remembrance.'
`Oh! here we are the same as anywhere else, when you get to know us,' observed Mrs Dean, somewhat puzzled at my speech.
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`Excuse me,' I responded; `you, my good friend, are a striking evidence against that assertion. Excepting a few provincialisms of slight consequence, you have no marks of the manners which I am habituated to consider as peculiar to your class. I am sure you have thought a great deal more than the generality of servants think. You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.'
Mrs Dean laughed.
`I certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body,' she said; `not exactly from living among the hills and seeing one set of faces, and one series of actions, from year's end to year's end; but I have undergone sharp discipline, which has taught me wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy, Mr Lockwood
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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beckoned- God commanded- life rolled together like a scroll- death's
gates opening, showed eternity beyond: it seemed, that for safety
and bliss there, all here might be sacrificed in a second. The dim
room was full of visions.
'Could you decide now?' asked the missionary. The inquiry was put
in gentle tones: he drew me to him as gently. Oh, that gentleness! how
far more potent is it than force! I could resist St. John's wrath: I
grew pliant as a reed under his kindness. Yet I knew all the time,
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I yielded now, I should not the less be made to repent, some day,
of my former rebellion. His nature was not changed by one hour of
solemn prayer: it was only elevated.
'I could decide if I were but certain,' I answered: 'were I but
convinced that it is God's will I should marry you, I could vow to
marry you here and now- come afterwards what would!'
'My prayers are heard!' ejaculated St. John. He pressed his hand
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beckoned- God commanded- life rolled together like a scroll- death's
gates opening, showed eternity beyond: it seemed, that for safety
and bliss there, all here might be sacrificed in a second. The dim
room was full of visions.
'Could you decide now?' asked the missionary. The inquiry was put
in gentle tones: he drew me to him as gently. Oh, that gentleness! how
far more potent is it than force! I could resist St. John's wrath: I
grew pliant as a reed under his kindness. Yet I knew all the time,
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I yielded now, I should not the less be made to repent, some day,
of my former rebellion. His nature was not changed by one hour of
solemn prayer: it was only elevated.
'I could decide if I were but certain,' I answered: 'were I but
convinced that it is God's will I should marry you, I could vow to
marry you here and now- come afterwards what would!'
'My prayers are heard!' ejaculated St. John. He pressed his hand
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Monday, October 15, 2007
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'Their father is dead?'
'Dead three weeks sin' of a stroke.'
'They have no mother?'
'The mistress has been dead this mony a year.'
'Have you lived with the family long?'
'I've lived here thirty year. I nursed them all three'
'That proves you must have been an honest and faithful servant. I
will say so much for you, though you have had the incivility to call
me a beggar.'
She again regarded me with a surprised stare. 'I believe,' she
said, 'I was quite mista'en in my thoughts of you: but there is so
mony cheats goes about, you mun forgie me.'
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'And though,' I continued, rather severely, 'you wished to turn
me from the door, on a night when you should not have shut out a dog.'
'Well, it was hard: but what can a body do? I thought more o' th'
childer nor of mysel: poor things! They've like nobody to tak' care on
'em but me. I'm like to look sharpish.'
I maintained a grave silence for some minutes.
'You munnut think too hardly of me,' she again remarked.
'But I do think hardly of you,' I said; 'and I'll tell you why- not
so much because you refused to give me shelter, or regarded me as an
impostor, as because you just now made it a species of reproach that I
had no "brass" and no house. Some of the best people that ever lived
have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you
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'Their father is dead?'
'Dead three weeks sin' of a stroke.'
'They have no mother?'
'The mistress has been dead this mony a year.'
'Have you lived with the family long?'
'I've lived here thirty year. I nursed them all three'
'That proves you must have been an honest and faithful servant. I
will say so much for you, though you have had the incivility to call
me a beggar.'
She again regarded me with a surprised stare. 'I believe,' she
said, 'I was quite mista'en in my thoughts of you: but there is so
mony cheats goes about, you mun forgie me.'
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'And though,' I continued, rather severely, 'you wished to turn
me from the door, on a night when you should not have shut out a dog.'
'Well, it was hard: but what can a body do? I thought more o' th'
childer nor of mysel: poor things! They've like nobody to tak' care on
'em but me. I'm like to look sharpish.'
I maintained a grave silence for some minutes.
'You munnut think too hardly of me,' she again remarked.
'But I do think hardly of you,' I said; 'and I'll tell you why- not
so much because you refused to give me shelter, or regarded me as an
impostor, as because you just now made it a species of reproach that I
had no "brass" and no house. Some of the best people that ever lived
have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you
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difficult standard?'
'I never met your likeness. Jane, you please me, and you master me-
you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and
while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends
a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced- conquered; and the
influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo
has a witchery beyond any triumph I can win. Why do you smile, Jane?
What does that inexplicable, that uncanny turn of countenance mean?'
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difficult standard?'
'I never met your likeness. Jane, you please me, and you master me-
you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and
while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends
a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced- conquered; and the
influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo
has a witchery beyond any triumph I can win. Why do you smile, Jane?
What does that inexplicable, that uncanny turn of countenance mean?' michelangelo painting
difficult standard?'
'I never met your likeness. Jane, you please me, and you master me-
you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and
while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends
a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced- conquered; and the
influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo
has a witchery beyond any triumph I can win. Why do you smile, Jane?
What does that inexplicable, that uncanny turn of countenance mean?'
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difficult standard?'
'I never met your likeness. Jane, you please me, and you master me-
you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and
while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends
a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced- conquered; and the
influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo
has a witchery beyond any triumph I can win. Why do you smile, Jane?
What does that inexplicable, that uncanny turn of countenance mean?' michelangelo painting
Saturday, October 13, 2007
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Rochester's: large and black, and as brilliant as her jewels. And then
she had such a fine head of hair; raven-black and so becomingly
arranged: a crown of thick plaits behind, and in front the longest,
the glossiest curls I ever saw. She was dressed in pure white; an
amber-coloured scarf was passed over her shoulder and across her
breast, tied at the side, and descending in long, fringed ends below
her knee. She wore an amber-coloured flower, too, in her hair: it
contrasted well with the jetty mass of her curls.'
'She was greatly admired, of course?'
'Yes, indeed: and not only for her beauty, but for her
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accomplishments. She was one of the ladies who sang: a gentleman
accompanied her on the piano. She and Mr. Rochester sang a duet.'
'Mr. Rochester? I was not aware he could sing.'
'Oh! he has a fine bass voice, and an excellent taste for music.'
'And Miss Ingram: what sort of a voice had she?'
'A very rich and powerful one: she sang delightfully; it was a
treat to listen to her;- and she played afterwards. I am no judge of
music, but Mr. Rochester is; and I heard him say her execution was
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Rochester's: large and black, and as brilliant as her jewels. And then
she had such a fine head of hair; raven-black and so becomingly
arranged: a crown of thick plaits behind, and in front the longest,
the glossiest curls I ever saw. She was dressed in pure white; an
amber-coloured scarf was passed over her shoulder and across her
breast, tied at the side, and descending in long, fringed ends below
her knee. She wore an amber-coloured flower, too, in her hair: it
contrasted well with the jetty mass of her curls.'
'She was greatly admired, of course?'
'Yes, indeed: and not only for her beauty, but for her
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accomplishments. She was one of the ladies who sang: a gentleman
accompanied her on the piano. She and Mr. Rochester sang a duet.'
'Mr. Rochester? I was not aware he could sing.'
'Oh! he has a fine bass voice, and an excellent taste for music.'
'And Miss Ingram: what sort of a voice had she?'
'A very rich and powerful one: she sang delightfully; it was a
treat to listen to her;- and she played afterwards. I am no judge of
music, but Mr. Rochester is; and I heard him say her execution was
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
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These pictures were in water-colours. The first represented
clouds low and livid, rolling over a swollen sea: all the distance was
in eclipse; so, too, was the foreground; or rather, the nearest
billows, for there was no land. One gleam of light lifted into
relief a half-submerged mast, on which sat a cormorant, dark and
large, with wings flecked with foam; its beak held a gold bracelet set
with gems, that I had touched with as brilliant tints as my palette
could yield, and as glittering distinctness as my pencil could impart.
Sinking below the bird and mast, a drowned corpse glanced through
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the green water; a fair arm was the only limb clearly visible,
whence the bracelet had been washed or torn.
The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of
a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting as if by a breeze.
Beyond and above spread an expanse of sky, dark blue as at twilight:
rising into the sky was a woman's shape to the bust, portrayed in
tints as dusk and soft as I could combine. The dim forehead was
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These pictures were in water-colours. The first represented
clouds low and livid, rolling over a swollen sea: all the distance was
in eclipse; so, too, was the foreground; or rather, the nearest
billows, for there was no land. One gleam of light lifted into
relief a half-submerged mast, on which sat a cormorant, dark and
large, with wings flecked with foam; its beak held a gold bracelet set
with gems, that I had touched with as brilliant tints as my palette
could yield, and as glittering distinctness as my pencil could impart.
Sinking below the bird and mast, a drowned corpse glanced through
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the green water; a fair arm was the only limb clearly visible,
whence the bracelet had been washed or torn.
The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of
a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting as if by a breeze.
Beyond and above spread an expanse of sky, dark blue as at twilight:
rising into the sky was a woman's shape to the bust, portrayed in
tints as dusk and soft as I could combine. The dim forehead was
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alter, but would grow worse and worse. When we are struck at without a
reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should- so
hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.'
'You will change your mind, I hope, when you grow older: as yet you
are but a little untaught girl.'
'But I feel this, Helen; I must dislike those who, whatever I do to
please them, persist in disliking me; I must resist those who punish
me unjustly. It is as natural as that I should love those who show
me affection, or submit to punishment when I feel it is deserved.'
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'Heathens and savage tribes hold that doctrine, but Christians
and civilised nations disown it.'
'How? I don't understand.'
'It is not violence that best overcomes hate- nor vengeance that
most certainly heals injury.'
'What then?'
'Read the New Testament, and observe what Christ says, and how He
acts; make His word your rule, and His conduct your example.'
'What does He say?'
'Love your enemies; bless them that curse you; do good to them that
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alter, but would grow worse and worse. When we are struck at without a
reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should- so
hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.'
'You will change your mind, I hope, when you grow older: as yet you
are but a little untaught girl.'
'But I feel this, Helen; I must dislike those who, whatever I do to
please them, persist in disliking me; I must resist those who punish
me unjustly. It is as natural as that I should love those who show
me affection, or submit to punishment when I feel it is deserved.'
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'Heathens and savage tribes hold that doctrine, but Christians
and civilised nations disown it.'
'How? I don't understand.'
'It is not violence that best overcomes hate- nor vengeance that
most certainly heals injury.'
'What then?'
'Read the New Testament, and observe what Christ says, and how He
acts; make His word your rule, and His conduct your example.'
'What does He say?'
'Love your enemies; bless them that curse you; do good to them that
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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晚上十一点，庄家两口子才搀着佟志进了佟志的屋。大庄忙着解释，说是厂里几个哥们儿聚会，喝了几杯，就几杯。
庄嫂说:可不，不是佟子请客，没花钱！
文丽看在眼里，再看着烂醉如泥的佟志，眉头紧皱，一句话不说，架起佟志就往自己房间走。庄家两口子还要跟着，文丽说:不用了，我自己成。
佟母过来帮忙，婆媳二人将佟志放倒在床上，佟志睡着了，鼾声如雷。佟母看着儿子那样心疼不已，说:怎么又喝成这样？唉，你也是的，跟他好好谈谈嘛，要他不要这么喝酒，喝成大庄那样怎么办？
文丽说:你可是他妈，你的话他都听不进去，我说话管什么用？
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佟母坐在佟志身边，看着，声音哽咽了，说:他是心里有气，我晓得。他那么聪明，又能干，机会也多，可就是老有人拖后腿。要不然，他现在肯定得意得很。
文丽心虚了，却说:这么晚了，你睡吧，我自己来。
佟母想帮手，插不上手，见媳妇不理自己，只得出门。文丽看着烂醉如泥躺在床上的佟志，一屁股坐丈夫身边，悲从中来，眼泪劈里啪啦往下掉。心想，你怎么就那么想当官啊，要知道这样，我怎么着也成全你啊……
天亮了，佟志沉睡不醒。文丽又打定了个主意，又去找了孙师傅，一是给佟志请一天病假，二是问孙师傅佟志现在调分厂晚不晚？并说家里现在非常好，一点困难也没有。文丽说着眼泪落下了。michelangelo painting
晚上十一点，庄家两口子才搀着佟志进了佟志的屋。大庄忙着解释，说是厂里几个哥们儿聚会，喝了几杯，就几杯。
庄嫂说:可不，不是佟子请客，没花钱！
文丽看在眼里，再看着烂醉如泥的佟志，眉头紧皱，一句话不说，架起佟志就往自己房间走。庄家两口子还要跟着，文丽说:不用了，我自己成。
佟母过来帮忙，婆媳二人将佟志放倒在床上，佟志睡着了，鼾声如雷。佟母看着儿子那样心疼不已，说:怎么又喝成这样？唉，你也是的，跟他好好谈谈嘛，要他不要这么喝酒，喝成大庄那样怎么办？
文丽说:你可是他妈，你的话他都听不进去，我说话管什么用？
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佟母坐在佟志身边，看着，声音哽咽了，说:他是心里有气，我晓得。他那么聪明，又能干，机会也多，可就是老有人拖后腿。要不然，他现在肯定得意得很。
文丽心虚了，却说:这么晚了，你睡吧，我自己来。
佟母想帮手，插不上手，见媳妇不理自己，只得出门。文丽看着烂醉如泥躺在床上的佟志，一屁股坐丈夫身边，悲从中来，眼泪劈里啪啦往下掉。心想，你怎么就那么想当官啊，要知道这样，我怎么着也成全你啊……
天亮了，佟志沉睡不醒。文丽又打定了个主意，又去找了孙师傅，一是给佟志请一天病假，二是问孙师傅佟志现在调分厂晚不晚？并说家里现在非常好，一点困难也没有。文丽说着眼泪落下了。michelangelo painting
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文秀说:不吃呆会儿哪有力气生啊。你都生仨孩子了，这还不懂？
文丽说:唉，我烦死了。
文秀说:都这样了就别老把烦挂在嘴边上了，对孩子也不好！
文丽说:你儿女双全，你站着说话不腰疼。
文秀说:你看我说是儿子你非说不是。得，我不说了。
文丽说:唉，我算服我那歹毒的婆婆了。我告诉你啊姐，这回这闺女生下来，你帮我把着，别让我看啊，一眼我都不看，赶紧让我婆婆带走。我要看一眼准保舍不得。记住了啊。
文秀说:想那么多干吗！赶紧生了吧。这一天到晚听你唠叨，耳朵都磨起茧子了，你说我是你姐都烦，那佟子不定被你折磨成啥样了呢。
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文丽说:甭提他，听到他就烦，一辈子都不想见他！
文秀说:别老跟佟子犯急，他也不是没脾气的人，回头真惹毛了，你又受不了。
文丽说:唉，也不知多少人等着看热闹哪。你说那庄大妈，什么什么都跟我没法儿比，就一条，她生了儿子，瞧她神气的，我这要再生个闺女，哎哟！
文秀说:你心眼儿怎么那么小啊，成天计较这个还怎么活啊！
文丽不语了，隔了一会儿，又开始转儿子的念头了，说:可你说吧，昨天出院那女的，两女儿两儿子，也不是一张桌子四条腿嘛。
文秀赶紧用手捂住了耳朵。文丽瞪文秀，终于不说了。可是文丽开始阵疼了，就被推进了产房。michelangelo painting
文秀说:不吃呆会儿哪有力气生啊。你都生仨孩子了，这还不懂？
文丽说:唉，我烦死了。
文秀说:都这样了就别老把烦挂在嘴边上了，对孩子也不好！
文丽说:你儿女双全，你站着说话不腰疼。
文秀说:你看我说是儿子你非说不是。得，我不说了。
文丽说:唉，我算服我那歹毒的婆婆了。我告诉你啊姐，这回这闺女生下来，你帮我把着，别让我看啊，一眼我都不看，赶紧让我婆婆带走。我要看一眼准保舍不得。记住了啊。
文秀说:想那么多干吗！赶紧生了吧。这一天到晚听你唠叨，耳朵都磨起茧子了，你说我是你姐都烦，那佟子不定被你折磨成啥样了呢。
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文丽说:甭提他，听到他就烦，一辈子都不想见他！
文秀说:别老跟佟子犯急，他也不是没脾气的人，回头真惹毛了，你又受不了。
文丽说:唉，也不知多少人等着看热闹哪。你说那庄大妈，什么什么都跟我没法儿比，就一条，她生了儿子，瞧她神气的，我这要再生个闺女，哎哟！
文秀说:你心眼儿怎么那么小啊，成天计较这个还怎么活啊！
文丽不语了，隔了一会儿，又开始转儿子的念头了，说:可你说吧，昨天出院那女的，两女儿两儿子，也不是一张桌子四条腿嘛。
文秀赶紧用手捂住了耳朵。文丽瞪文秀，终于不说了。可是文丽开始阵疼了，就被推进了产房。michelangelo painting
Sunday, October 7, 2007
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文丽有气无力地说:你那个脚，冲冲去，多臭了。
燕妮爬到爸爸脚上闻味说:爸爸臭。佟志晃晃当当抱起女儿，亲亲女儿的脸说:燕妮臭！文丽看着父女两个闹，一脸安详地笑了。
大庄和佟志又在厕所的窗口处抽烟，他们用报纸卷着烟丝抽，烟味很重。忽然，走廊上响起庄嫂又高又亮的嗓门:大庄！大庄一激灵，赶紧将烟掐熄。
佟志笑了，说:你老婆生儿子以后，声音都不一样了。
大庄钻出厕所，就听外面庄嫂一阵训斥:又抽又抽！早晚家里那点钱都让你抽没了！
大庄辩解说:我没抽烟，我抽的是茄子叶。
佟志听了一愣，赶紧举起手中烟末凑到鼻子前，立刻忍不住打了一个大喷嚏。佟志掐了烟，出厕所回了自己家门，进屋看看文丽还没睡，说:睡吧。
文丽起身往外走。佟志问:还洗啊？michelangelo painting
丽说:不洗更睡不着，睡不着更饿，你让我洗吧，你和燕妮睡。
水房里文丽正洗漱着，庄嫂拎着桶水进来，见文丽刷牙，探头看文丽嘴里并无牙膏泡沫，庄嫂嘻嘻笑着说:我看你用啥刷牙，我寻思着，现在饭都吃不饱，你还买牙膏牙粉啊？
文丽嗽口水吐掉，说:什么牙膏，我都大半年没用牙膏了，就泡点盐水。
庄嫂问:那管用吗？
文丽说:嗨，就是去去嘴里那味儿呗。
庄嫂说:你们读书人，讲究是多。庄嫂提着桶走几步，走到门口回过头，犹豫着又问:你家粮食够吃吗？
文丽立刻盯住庄嫂问:你家见底儿啦？
庄嫂说:没有，我是说我老家捎来点高粱米，你拿点去。
文丽不好意思了，说:这怎么好意思，你家小子，正长身体呢！michelangelo painting
文丽有气无力地说:你那个脚，冲冲去，多臭了。
燕妮爬到爸爸脚上闻味说:爸爸臭。佟志晃晃当当抱起女儿，亲亲女儿的脸说:燕妮臭！文丽看着父女两个闹，一脸安详地笑了。
大庄和佟志又在厕所的窗口处抽烟，他们用报纸卷着烟丝抽，烟味很重。忽然，走廊上响起庄嫂又高又亮的嗓门:大庄！大庄一激灵，赶紧将烟掐熄。
佟志笑了，说:你老婆生儿子以后，声音都不一样了。
大庄钻出厕所，就听外面庄嫂一阵训斥:又抽又抽！早晚家里那点钱都让你抽没了！
大庄辩解说:我没抽烟，我抽的是茄子叶。
佟志听了一愣，赶紧举起手中烟末凑到鼻子前，立刻忍不住打了一个大喷嚏。佟志掐了烟，出厕所回了自己家门，进屋看看文丽还没睡，说:睡吧。
文丽起身往外走。佟志问:还洗啊？michelangelo painting
丽说:不洗更睡不着，睡不着更饿，你让我洗吧，你和燕妮睡。
水房里文丽正洗漱着，庄嫂拎着桶水进来，见文丽刷牙，探头看文丽嘴里并无牙膏泡沫，庄嫂嘻嘻笑着说:我看你用啥刷牙，我寻思着，现在饭都吃不饱，你还买牙膏牙粉啊？
文丽嗽口水吐掉，说:什么牙膏，我都大半年没用牙膏了，就泡点盐水。
庄嫂问:那管用吗？
文丽说:嗨，就是去去嘴里那味儿呗。
庄嫂说:你们读书人，讲究是多。庄嫂提着桶走几步，走到门口回过头，犹豫着又问:你家粮食够吃吗？
文丽立刻盯住庄嫂问:你家见底儿啦？
庄嫂说:没有，我是说我老家捎来点高粱米，你拿点去。
文丽不好意思了，说:这怎么好意思，你家小子，正长身体呢！michelangelo painting
Friday, October 5, 2007
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michelangelo painting算了，这么深刻的道理，说了你们也不懂！你们可别以为只有打仗才是我老常的强项，咱现在也算是半个秀才了，我得先给他们来点文的！看看她还敢不敢小看我是傻瓜的傻，傻瓜的瓜！咱们这么办……”他对孩子们低声说着什么。
在学校的院子里，曾经绑架过夏雨的大宝和那三个汉子气势汹汹地围着女老师夏雨。
“你们又来干什么？”夏雨厉声问。
大宝不客气：“雨儿，我天南海北找了你一年多，绝不能轻易罢手！走，和我回去！”
“我凭什么要跟你回去？”
大宝理直气壮：“有三媒，有六证，而且彩礼也收了，就是我们家的媳
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收了你的彩礼，你找谁去，反正我死也不回！”
“雨儿，你只要老老实实跟我回去，逃婚赖账的事我就不追究了，咱们该咋过还咋过！你要是不回，我们就动粗了！总之一定要把你带回去！”大宝劝道。
“你们还想用绑票的那一套，我就要喊人了！”
大宝说：“你喊吧！那天偷偷绑你走，是我做的没理，可今天我是光明正大来接我的媳妇，你就是喊到哪儿也得讲理！带她走！”三个汉子上前就要拉人，夏雨在呼喊，在挣扎……
门外和风细雨的声音：“这是出了什么问题呀？”
人们定神一看，常发已经出现在门口，军容端正，风纪严谨，鼻子上还挂着一副不知从哪儿找来的破眼镜儿。
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michelangelo painting算了，这么深刻的道理，说了你们也不懂！你们可别以为只有打仗才是我老常的强项，咱现在也算是半个秀才了，我得先给他们来点文的！看看她还敢不敢小看我是傻瓜的傻，傻瓜的瓜！咱们这么办……”他对孩子们低声说着什么。
在学校的院子里，曾经绑架过夏雨的大宝和那三个汉子气势汹汹地围着女老师夏雨。
“你们又来干什么？”夏雨厉声问。
大宝不客气：“雨儿，我天南海北找了你一年多，绝不能轻易罢手！走，和我回去！”
“我凭什么要跟你回去？”
大宝理直气壮：“有三媒，有六证，而且彩礼也收了，就是我们家的媳
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收了你的彩礼，你找谁去，反正我死也不回！”
“雨儿，你只要老老实实跟我回去，逃婚赖账的事我就不追究了，咱们该咋过还咋过！你要是不回，我们就动粗了！总之一定要把你带回去！”大宝劝道。
“你们还想用绑票的那一套，我就要喊人了！”
大宝说：“你喊吧！那天偷偷绑你走，是我做的没理，可今天我是光明正大来接我的媳妇，你就是喊到哪儿也得讲理！带她走！”三个汉子上前就要拉人，夏雨在呼喊，在挣扎……
门外和风细雨的声音：“这是出了什么问题呀？”
人们定神一看，常发已经出现在门口，军容端正，风纪严谨，鼻子上还挂着一副不知从哪儿找来的破眼镜儿。
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michelangelo painting
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“妈妈的，只要是打鬼子的事，我谁都帮，要不咋叫八路呢？”回头喊，“母猪龙，你的队伍呢？你不是抗日吗？快去拉你的队伍！”常发说完话，并没有人理他，回头一看，母猪龙早已跑得没影了。
两声枪响后，永贵妻已经倒在了血泊中，但她依然紧紧地抱着着丈夫的双腿。
潘永贵凶相毕露：“你们两个给我老实点儿，不然的话，她……就是下场！”
文静柔弱的陆佳萍一改往日的温柔，冲向自己的舅舅，向舅妈那样，死死地抱住了潘永贵：“惠文姐，你快跑！不然我们谁也跑不了了！”
这时，村外已经依稀穿来了枪声。
潘永贵想追，但被陆佳萍紧抱着不能脱身，他抬手一枪，打在了陆佳萍的腿上。
惠文逃出了潘永贵的家，在夜幕下跌跌撞撞地向山崖上爬去……
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miche 潘永贵提着枪追了上来，他知道惠文已经走投无路了，反而放慢了脚步，狞笑着步步逼近……惠文努力地爬上了岩顶，这时，她才看清自己走上了绝路，慢慢地回过身来，望着缓缓走来的潘永贵。
“跟我回去吧！只要你肯合作，日本人是绝不会为难你的！”潘永贵看着无路可逃的惠文。
“你才是真正的内奸！”惠文憎恨地看着他。
“是！”潘永贵从容不迫，“可惜政府不会相信你，就算你跑回去，也还是要接受他们的审判！我可以告诉大伙是你把日本人引来的，你害怕暴露自己的罪行，杀了我的媳妇，还杀了萍
michelangelo painting
michelangelo painting
“妈妈的，只要是打鬼子的事，我谁都帮，要不咋叫八路呢？”回头喊，“母猪龙，你的队伍呢？你不是抗日吗？快去拉你的队伍！”常发说完话，并没有人理他，回头一看，母猪龙早已跑得没影了。
两声枪响后，永贵妻已经倒在了血泊中，但她依然紧紧地抱着着丈夫的双腿。
潘永贵凶相毕露：“你们两个给我老实点儿，不然的话，她……就是下场！”
文静柔弱的陆佳萍一改往日的温柔，冲向自己的舅舅，向舅妈那样，死死地抱住了潘永贵：“惠文姐，你快跑！不然我们谁也跑不了了！”
这时，村外已经依稀穿来了枪声。
潘永贵想追，但被陆佳萍紧抱着不能脱身，他抬手一枪，打在了陆佳萍的腿上。
惠文逃出了潘永贵的家，在夜幕下跌跌撞撞地向山崖上爬去……
michelangelo painting
miche 潘永贵提着枪追了上来，他知道惠文已经走投无路了，反而放慢了脚步，狞笑着步步逼近……惠文努力地爬上了岩顶，这时，她才看清自己走上了绝路，慢慢地回过身来，望着缓缓走来的潘永贵。
“跟我回去吧！只要你肯合作，日本人是绝不会为难你的！”潘永贵看着无路可逃的惠文。
“你才是真正的内奸！”惠文憎恨地看着他。
“是！”潘永贵从容不迫，“可惜政府不会相信你，就算你跑回去，也还是要接受他们的审判！我可以告诉大伙是你把日本人引来的，你害怕暴露自己的罪行，杀了我的媳妇，还杀了萍
michelangelo painting
Sunday, September 16, 2007
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michelangelo painting
忘却了等待的滋味，却期盼重逢的喜悦。 春暖花开日，你是否会守约？ 盈盈月光下，支影独徘徊。问君何处寻，一水隔两岸。 昨夜梦中又见君，君言：明朝春暖花开日，自是相逢时。点头应之。 人生无根蒂，飘如陌上尘。
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人生的无常，也许你不是有意失约，也许是有什么事羁绊了你回来的脚步，也许…… 明朝春暖花开日，大树下相逢。遇见你是种幸福，思念你是种幸福，等待你也是种幸福。花开花落，云卷云舒。大树下，等待梦归人。
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忘却了等待的滋味，却期盼重逢的喜悦。 春暖花开日，你是否会守约？ 盈盈月光下，支影独徘徊。问君何处寻，一水隔两岸。 昨夜梦中又见君，君言：明朝春暖花开日，自是相逢时。点头应之。 人生无根蒂，飘如陌上尘。
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人生的无常，也许你不是有意失约，也许是有什么事羁绊了你回来的脚步，也许…… 明朝春暖花开日，大树下相逢。遇见你是种幸福，思念你是种幸福，等待你也是种幸福。花开花落，云卷云舒。大树下，等待梦归人。
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Thursday, September 13, 2007
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michelangelo painting
想起那一年的恋爱，想起我和她在同心锁上刻下永不言弃的誓言，只是永远猜不到前面的羁绊，爱情在家庭之间的阻挠以及那些流言蜚语中阵亡，年少轻狂的誓言在各种压力下荡然无存。依稀记得那个昏暗的黄昏，空气中弥漫着让人窒息的沉闷。
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我们用沉默结束了对彼此之间的感情，只是雨始终没有下，她的泪水却已经渗透我的衣襟。或许真的是情深缘浅吧。只记得当时一夜一夜的听着《勇气》这首歌，听着歌声背后的那个人对爱的执着，以及那份义无返顾的勇气
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想起那一年的恋爱，想起我和她在同心锁上刻下永不言弃的誓言，只是永远猜不到前面的羁绊，爱情在家庭之间的阻挠以及那些流言蜚语中阵亡，年少轻狂的誓言在各种压力下荡然无存。依稀记得那个昏暗的黄昏，空气中弥漫着让人窒息的沉闷。
oil painting artist
我们用沉默结束了对彼此之间的感情，只是雨始终没有下，她的泪水却已经渗透我的衣襟。或许真的是情深缘浅吧。只记得当时一夜一夜的听着《勇气》这首歌，听着歌声背后的那个人对爱的执着，以及那份义无返顾的勇气
idea painting
Monday, September 10, 2007
michelangelo painting
michelangelo painting
v那一季，花开无声“安佑……”夏荷在心里一遍遍地默念着。或许她真的不知道该怎样把这个名字从嘴里念出来，所以，只好将他藏在心底，一个人慢慢回想关于他的一切：安佑最喜欢穿白色的球衣在操场打球。休息时，总是爱用脏兮兮的双手掐腰，在他纯白的球衣上留下两个黑手印……其实，安佑是那种傻里傻气的帅气男孩，但一碰上篮球，他整个人就像变了一样，有点像动画片里的藤原拓海，很能吸引女孩子们的注意。所以，每一场有安佑参加的比赛，周围都会拥来不少别班的漂亮女孩。
oil painting artist
她们会振臂高呼：“安佑必胜！安佑最棒！”全然不顾自己平日里辛辛苦苦培养出来的淑女风范。夏荷却不这样，她不喜欢和其他的女生站在一起替安佑加油。她喜欢一个人站在不起眼的地方，看球场上的安佑挥汗如雨，看夕阳的余辉衬着他干净的面容。她会在他走过来时，轻轻对他说一声“加油”，然后冲着转身望向她的安佑微笑。她想，只要这么简单就好。同窗两载，夏荷和安佑几乎没有说过话。在学校的走廊里，他走过来，她走过去，目光交错间，仿佛两个从不曾相识的陌路人。
idea painting
v那一季，花开无声“安佑……”夏荷在心里一遍遍地默念着。或许她真的不知道该怎样把这个名字从嘴里念出来，所以，只好将他藏在心底，一个人慢慢回想关于他的一切：安佑最喜欢穿白色的球衣在操场打球。休息时，总是爱用脏兮兮的双手掐腰，在他纯白的球衣上留下两个黑手印……其实，安佑是那种傻里傻气的帅气男孩，但一碰上篮球，他整个人就像变了一样，有点像动画片里的藤原拓海，很能吸引女孩子们的注意。所以，每一场有安佑参加的比赛，周围都会拥来不少别班的漂亮女孩。
oil painting artist
她们会振臂高呼：“安佑必胜！安佑最棒！”全然不顾自己平日里辛辛苦苦培养出来的淑女风范。夏荷却不这样，她不喜欢和其他的女生站在一起替安佑加油。她喜欢一个人站在不起眼的地方，看球场上的安佑挥汗如雨，看夕阳的余辉衬着他干净的面容。她会在他走过来时，轻轻对他说一声“加油”，然后冲着转身望向她的安佑微笑。她想，只要这么简单就好。同窗两载，夏荷和安佑几乎没有说过话。在学校的走廊里，他走过来，她走过去，目光交错间，仿佛两个从不曾相识的陌路人。
idea painting
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