Cut-Up #1A Story by D. L. VaccaroA cut up... check it out. I used over 10 different novels to make this. From November 2006There was a little light in the room to which I was removed. I
crawled towards the bars of the narrow window, and had the delight of
seeing the valley that lay below, and we all experienced the effect of
rolling, as if the roof had become detached and turned into a raft. The
swift currents seemed to be drifting us away. Then, when we looked at
the church clock, immovable opposite us, the dizziness ceased; we found
ourselves in the same place in the midst of the waves. You have been washed. You had been washed. You will have been washed. You would have been washed. Be washed. To have been washed. His lordship the Bishop, a sometime Vicar-General, fluctuates between the two powers. The good man's origin is distinctly plebeian. Out on the roads, on horseback, they rank half-way between the cure bearing the acquaintance we would fain have been spared. And then, also, we are likely enough to come across a hero or heroine as a child, after learning all about his or her tongue, which spake that hardy word. Then one Maim'd of each hand, uplifted in the gloom The bleeding stumps, that they with gory spots Sullied his face, and brutally remarked to her, "I hope we shall sleep well to-night! There must be an end to this sort of childishness." This remarkable woman, her nose was stubby and aggressive, and her mouth had the coldly forbidding look of the closed door of a subway express when you have just missed the train. It bade you keep your distance on pain of injury. The little clearing on one side the house they thought would be its safeguard, but the fire was advancing on three sides of them. "Let us hold a council, as the Indians do, to consider what is to be done." Therese cast a deep, grave glance at him. "You understand," he continued. "I did not marry for the purpose of passing sleepless nights. We are just like children. It was you who disturbed me with your ghostly airs. To-night you will try to be gay - I am loved. I was loved. I shall be loved. I should be loved, Be loved. To be loved. Whence heaping woe on woe he hurried off, As one grief stung to madness. But I there Still linger'd to behold the troop, and saw Things, such as I may fear without more proof To tell of, but that conscience makes me firm, "Oh, no fear, no fear," replied the Duke. "Gentlemen, good night. I trust to hear, when in another land, that this bad affair has ended without evil consequences to yourselves. To the cause of your sovereign it may be a great detriment; but I pray God that no whisper of the matter may get abroad so as to affect his honour or bring suspicion on his name. Once more, good night!" © 2012 D. L. Vaccaro |
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