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The mountain. The cathedral. The stoeps. Music. Looking down. The windoertures. Rows of seated people. The altars, lights, singing. Egg-shaped apertures like seats opening onto the void. The drop. The clouds. Slipping in the seat. Thomas slipping in the seat. Toward the void. Brace foot against edge. Lean back <big></big>hooking shoulder around opening. Out strolling on the grounds. Flowers blue with a border of white. The Dead Father strolling. Julie strolling. Others strolling. Edmund strolling. The music, a Kyrie. The edge. The fall. Stoeps. Mandrills staring. Photographers and cooks. Thomas sitting in the slopi. Slipping toward the edge. Braces foot against the outer wall, which trembles. Hooks shoulder around inner wall and grasps with left hand. Out strolling. Julie speaking to the Dead Father. The Dead Father smiling. People sitting on stone benches. Processional. Under a opy. Golden sers swingi right left right. Tall old man in golden mitre. Acolytes. Rings with amethysts. The edge. Looking over the edge. Sheer walls. Clouds. Thomas slipping in the seat. Braces right foot against outer wall. A quilt or bla slipping toward the edge. Shoulder hooked around inner wall. The wall trembling. The alcove shaped like an egg. Quilt slipping toward the edge. Singing. The mountain. A set of stoeps. The cathedral. Bronze doors intricately worked with ses. Row of grenadiers in shakos. Kneeling. Interior of the egg. Painted brick, white, curving. Rug or quilt of blue and red slipping toward the edge. In the walls of the cathedral. Windows over the edge. Dies irae, dies illa. The Dead Father sitting ?ihedral gardens. Julie sitting at his feet. The Dead Fathers head thrown back against the wall. Julie sketg. Edmund standihe edge. Edmuing. People climbing the stoeps in pairs. Standihe edge. Bronze doors opening. fessionals in rows. Grenadiers. Acolytes two-by-two uhe red opy. Seminarians following, through the doors. Curving white-painted brick but a stone is loose, several. Pressure against the right edge, which trembles. Grasping the inner edge. Trying to wedge shoulder against the rear wall but the rug is sliding toward the edge. Erotid religious experiehomas strolling about the gardens. The Dead Fathers head thrown back against walls of the cathedral. Julie sketg. Slipping. Sketg. Slipping.It is possible to fall here, Julie said.
I feel it, said Thomas.
Very possible to fall, she said, I get a falling feeling.
Are yhtened, beloved? Thomas asked.
He stuck his sword in the ground and put his arms around her.
Arms around me, she said, that is what I like.
Always arms to put around you, always and everywhere, said T<cite>?９９ｌib?</cite>homas.
Move up more under my breasts so that the bottoms of the breasts rest upoops of the arms, said Julie.
Not in front of me, said the Dead Father.
The tops of the brown arms, said Julie.
The whites of the bottoms of the breasts, said Thomas.
They disengaged.
Is that horseman still following? Emma asked.
Still following, Thomas said. Still.
Julie moved to Emma.
Then your bed was taken away from you.
Yes.
A certain butcherliness not inappropriate.
Will you let him see it?
Hard to tell. Dominant tempo of our national life.
Throws you into no-go situations.
Tricycle a bit in the evenings, now.
Spent his time wetting the bottoms of women.
Youth es to the fore, youth has its hour of glory.
Like a photograph of a photograph.
Probably we should have spoken up before this.
Gray day, gray day.
I was ill, endless series of unpleasant dreams.
Be grateful if you could find the time to see me.
The terrible temptation which was assailing me will now be uood.
Where the buffalo roam.
I had rubbed myself thhly with oil and I carried a large flask of whiskey.
Have to be a little bit tougher.
Thought I heard a dog barking.
In wild places far from the heart.
Tiny silvered hairs that I had thought mine alone.
A lady always does.
Told them how Lenin had appeared to her in a dream.
Thats your opinion.
Two dozen white roses apanied by his card.
I read about it in the Corriere della Sera.
Its been so long, been so long.
Free to leave at any moment.
Where a body get a baiser around here?
Attending, departing, arriving, ign.
Hoping this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Fish scales, aper.
Ing by dying by.
Not sad or serious.
It was the damhing.
What?
It was the damhing.
What?
Old Danish saying.
What?
Repetition is reality.
I read about it. In Politikken.
The care that a bystander is obliged to exert for an accessible enter extends past civil iion to the question of how and when he present himself for official participation.
I read about it. In a book.
Yes. Ervings.
Yes. Slit your nose for you.
Your <bdo>?9９ｌｉb.</bdo>many kindnesses and especial favor.
Eats his kids they say.
One way to look at it.
Thought I heard a hog barking.
Joyous and without joy.
The beois press told stories.
Faces?
Yes faces.
What?
Faces.
Something about faces.
Always been very ied in faces.
Im not into that.
Forever and ever and ever and ever.
Also possible to be a damned fool.
Im not into that.
Dont blame you I was raised in the faith.
What?
I was raised in the faith.
What?
Been so long, so long.
Attending, departing.
Hes a drunk. Whie? All of them. Must be a reason for that.
Have you tried any of the others?
Follow a track by night.
What?
Steer by the stars.
Extremely ied in this position.
Make his ear glow.
Fill his brain full of frisks.
Must be a reason for that.
Her charms had made it possible for her to gain a close insight.
Glad to hear it.
This idiot had led a thhly disorderly life.
Sorry to hear that.
Covered with butter.
Chocolate butter?
Yes chocolate butter.
Its the urge to fess.
Ive heard about it.
Its su across the bay.
Its pencil shavings in the wind.
Tried to get a handle on it.
Give you a shot in the kisser.
I take care of myself.
No you t.
Therell always be another orrow.
No there wont.
Want to get better but seem to be getting worse.
Thats your opinion.
stant memory in the making.
Thats one way of looking at it.
The whole thing hinges.
Ive heard that.
So as not to have to defecate while being accessible to others for talk.
I uand that.
Now let us briefly review the kinds of.
Been waiting all day.
She was vulgar.
She was?
Very vulgar.
She is?
Yes very vulgar. Vulgar to a fault.
Really?
One of the most vulgar. Most sistently vulgar.
Im surprised. I didnt know.
The vulgarest. Vulgarity everywhere.
Happy to have been able to spend this time with you.
So fug vulgar you wouldnt believe it.
Its red sails in the su.
Its moons over Miami.
I didnt really mean that really.
I was wrong I realize that n.
Were you raised in the faith?
No.
You werent raised in the faith ?
Yes I mean I was but I busted out.
Vulgarity everywhere.
The wink is a classic device for establishing.
Thats true.
I thahe large blaan and withdrew.
Holding on tight.
Thats right. Holding on tight.
Years not unmarked by hideous strains.
I remember.
Wild <tt>藏书网</tt>and free and.
Pray to St. Jude. And Ganesha.
I really didhat really.
Were you raised in the faith?
I was raised partly in and partly out of the faith.
How did that feel?
Foul.
It felt foul?
Yes foul. Foul foul foul.
Being raised in the faith felt foul?
Thats what I said you hard of hearing or something?
I think foreplay is the most iing part.
Yes foreplay is the most iing part.
Some people like mation.
Ive heard that. But in my opinion foreplay is the most iing part. Its more iing.
Havent thought much about it really I studied English.
Some people like to get it the hell over with.
Yes Ive heard that.
Most of it is iing if you are ied in it.
Ive heard that. You must have studied anatomy.
Ienso.
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