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Inclined to tarry for a bit.
No its not.
Out of here, out of here.
Maybe.
Emma rises, stretches out hands. Receives her trout brown and toasty with its little flittered almonds in a tasty sauce, butter, herbs. Emma bites trout. Bite-hole in trout, U-shaped. Applause of the men. Banging together of hands. Thomas orders the film ceased. The film, he says, does not represent accurately the parameters of human love. Something missing, he says. Anger of the men. Thomas discourses for fifteen minutes upon the subject, his own (personal) love of pornography. Nevertheless this film, this film, he says, is turned off. The sixth guest begins to move slowly up and down upon the thumb of the ninth guest and the picture is white light. Anger of the men. Anger of the women. Whistles and stomps. Ranting of the Dead Father, from a farther field. Thomas walks again toward the edge.
Where are you taking him?
Three. Two were the bodies of sheep.
A spiritual aridity quite hard to reconcile with his surface gaiety.
So full and orange.
Bad things can happen to people.
Dragged him all this distance without any rootytoot-toot.
Thats your opinion.
Left Barcelona in disgrace.
And he felt guilty.
Any of the others any good?
I knew Lord Raglan.
Whose little girl are you?
Thank you. Palm Sunday.
Thought I heard a dog barking.
I asked him about organization.
Is that a threat?
Wasnt the worst.
Hes a motherfucker I tell you true.
No its not.
Is that a threat?
Havent tried them.
But a maiden drowned.
Pop one of these if youd like a little lift.
To my shame I have not.
Have you tried any of the others?
Did you knohｔtpｓ://ｒｅad.99ｃsｗ.ｃoｍw Lord Raglan?
Are you into spanking?
Im not into that.
Take the lay of the land.
Two is one too many.
You dont know what youre getting into.
Nevertheless.
You must have studied English.
Women together changing that which can and ought to be changed.
Will it hurt?
Take my word for it.
What did he tell you?
Thats interesting.
Time to go.
Thats referred pain I know about that.
Whats he like?
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.
Not today, not today.
Thats interesting.
We guarantee every effort will be made.
Thats my business.
Thank you.
Hes not bad-looking.
Time to go, time to go.
Not too bothered. Thank you.
Wake up one dark night with a thumb in your eye.
Groups surrounding us needing direction.
Yorkshire has no queen of its own I believe.
We guarantee every effort will be made.
Ive one of my own thank you.
I am only recently arrived and would like to wash and rest a bit.
More than I can bear.
Every effort will be made. I can make it hot for you.
No Im not.
Whos the boss?
Pop one of these if youd like a little lift.
Oh yes I read about it. In the Svenska Dagbladet.
And if it is at all possible for you to see me.
Picking up of Thomas. The Dead Father pauses in mid-strum. Application of wet cloths to Thomass forebrain. He revives. Anxiety of the onlookers. What has been foretold? Whacks of pemmican poised over open mouths in anticipation of revelation. Thomas remains silent. Anger of the men. Thomas stares at shoes. Anger of the men. Edmund lifts flask to lips. Emma appears. Thomas is startled. Who is Emma? Emma sits down on a box Julie regards Emma. Her stare met. Two stare九_九_藏_書s contending. Emma fingering her brooch. Julie standing with hands pressed into thighs, atop skirt. Thomas fiddling with sword hilt. Silence of the troops. Golden hair of Emma. Pouty bosom of Emma. Merry eye of Emma. General consternation. The Dead Father lists his degrees. B.S.A., Bachelor of Science in Agriculture, to B.S.S.S., Bachelor of Science in Secretarial Studies. Evil look from Thomas to the Dead Father. Ferns cut and on a bed of ferns fresh trout newly wrest from the trout stream presented to Emma by kneeling-on-one-knee troopers. Emma pleased. Little hairs of pleasure rise on back of Emmas neck. Emma suggests cooking of trout (immediate) and produces from reticule a can of slivered almonds. The men build a fire, all pemmican forgot. More trout persuaded from trout stream, they are very eager. The sky grays as sun zips behind large cloud. Waning or demise of sun. The projector is set up for projection of the pornographic film. Thomas decides that the Dead Father is not allowed to view film, because of his age. Outrage of the Dead Father. Death of the guitar, whanged against a tree, in outrage. Guitar carcass added to the fire. Thomas adamant. The Dead Father raging. Emma regnant. Julie staring. Trout browning. Thomas walks to the edge. Regards the edge. Aspect of one about to hurtle over the. Thomas retreats from the edge. Slivered almonds distributed over various trouts browning in various skillets. Projector casts image upon screen (collapsible/portable). The Dead Father led away and chained to an engine block abandoned in a farther field. Revilings by the Dead Fa九_九_藏_書ther. Damn your eyes, etc. Ignoring by Thomas. The film. Scenes of partying, men and women, the fourth guest, a woman, gets up and sits in the lap of the second guest, a woman, they begin fondling each others breasts. The ninth guest, a man, approaches the sixth guest (the one kneeling with her head between the legs of the fifth guest) and begins taking off her jeans. The ninth guest unbuckles the sixth guests belt, unzips the jeans, and works them down over her hips. The ninth guest carefully pulls down the sixth guests panties, which are orange, and sticks his erect thumb between her legs. Some members of the group watching screen, some watching Emma, some watching Emma/screen/Emma/screen, some watching Emma/screen/Julie/screen/Thomas.
Other fish to fry.
Inclined to tarry for a bit.
Certain provocations the government couldnt handle.
A filthy-mouthed man.
Think Ill stick around for a while.
Thats your opinion.
Its all been carefully considered.
Hoping this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Will it hurt?
Walking by the sea, listening to the waves.
Have my handkerchief.
Fond urgings and soft petitions.
Doing what we must at great personal and emotional cost.
My discretion. My yea or nay. Thought I heard a dog barking.
Nevertheless. Nevertheless.
Havent made up my mind.
Correct.
Handsome, clever, rich.
Hes not bad-looking.
Havent made up my mind.
I can make it hot for you.
Think Im getting nosebleed.
How did that make you feel?
What?
Hoping this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Too early to tell. Thats a very handsome pin.
One in the orange tights.
More than I can bear.
Hope rｅａｄ.９9cｓｗ•ｃoｍyou know what youre doing. Cordially.
Hes not bad-looking.
Frightful violation of the ordinaries.
Have you told him?
We nodded when our carriages passed.
I get by, I get by.
I could have put it in a brick, he said.
Since you have not as yet responded to my suggestion.
Construed any way you wish.
A halt. The men lay down the cable. The men regard Julie from a distance. The men standing about. Pemmican measured out in great dark whacks from the pem-mican-whacking knife. Edmund lifts flask to lips. Thomas removes flask. Protest by Edmund. Reproof from Thomas. Julie gives Edmund a chaw of bhang. Gratitude of Edmund. Julie wipes Edmunds forehead with white handkerchief. The cable relaxed in the road. The blue of the sky. Trees leant against. Bird stutter and the whisper of grasses. The Dead Father playing his guitar. Thomas performing leadership functions. Construction of the plan. Maps pored over and the sacred beans bounced in the pot. The yarrow sticks cast. The dice cup given a shake. Shoulder blade of a sheep roasted and the cracks in the bone read. Peas agitated in a sieve. The hatchet struck into a great stake and its quivers recorded. First-sprouting onion caught and its peels palpated. Portents totted up and divided by seven. Thomas falls to the ground in a swoon.
I never asked him.
I was suspicious of him from the first.
Have you tried any of the others?
Its all been carefully considered.
Thats my business.
Time to go.
Is that a threat?
Take it any way you like it.
Destroy it in order to let the water flow freely.
Its possible. The simplest basic units develop into the richest natur九*九*藏*書al patterns.
Did they recover a body?
Pop one of these it will give you a little lift.
Did you know Lord Raglan?
Want to take a look around. See the sights.
Two is one too many.
My mothers. Willed to me at her death.
Will it hurt?
No its not.
I can make it hot for you.
Where can a body get a hit around here?
I queened it for a while in Yorkshire.
Absence of film. Restlessness of the men. The bolder come closer. Emmas box upon which Emmas fundament rests closely regarded. Attempt by the boldest to insinuate head under Emmas skirts, there to witness who knows what. These unsuccessful, Emmas dainty foot kicks. That will teach them. Chomping on trout continues the while, some sillybaby also chomped, with a dill sauce. That will teach them. Grumbling intermixed with shrieks. Emma rises, stretches. Then the duel, Alexander vs. Sam. Each pinks the other in the shoulder. Thomas bandaiding. Julie moves to Emma. Conversation.
Pity. We could have got something going.
Hes not bad-looking.
Thats one opinion.
Dangled his twiddle-diddles in my face.
Thank you.
Hes not bad-looking.
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know.
Thought I heard a dog barking.
Various circumstances requiring my attention.
Beam of Emma touching every face and who knows? heart. Tilt of Emma-bust toward fire where it blushes in the firelight. Frown from Julie who is removing small bones from trout. Seating arrangements to be announced. Beam of Emma creating confusions, some return beam, some do not, some are sunk in film, some asprawl in each others arms for mutual solace and comfort, some creeping toward Emmas box on hands and knees, when --