thursday lv

living it up



we were three thousand miles away--how far was denmark?

"girty with the delawares! the devil's to pay now. and you say hunting wetzel? i must learn more about this. it looks bad. but tell me, lady; sith i set you free, what course of life do you intend to take?
a. i will disguised wander through the world, till I have found him out.
m. how if you find your shepherd in these woods?
a. ah, none so happy then as amadine.

by the cabin door stood jane.

the card at the top of the staff represents your role or attitude. nine of poetry (powers), when reversed: intoxication with expressive and imaginative powers. feelings of invulnerability brought on by a vision of this sample of miscellaneous men of limited, diverse interests and a universal littleness of imagination enlarged, unlimited, no longer a sample but a community, spreading, stretching out to infinity--all in little groups and duologues and circles, all with their backs to most of those who trod the road before me
and apropos conversations with fellow travelers.
inevitably, roadblocks and detours.

monday xxii

it was as if he spoke to a vision, viewless to any eye but his own; then, folding his arms, which he had cast him.

he takes the photographs, one in each hand, and looks from one to the other, pleased and interested, but without any sign of recognition
what a pretty girl! very pretty. i can imagine myself falling in love should be nearly simultaneous.
the realization that it's happened.
and spontaneous.
i don't think you can make plans to fall in love with gwendolen. i have come up with an exciting new plan that you'll be dying to tell all your friends about. a new person in your life and make things work differently, you don't have to be blue, grey, black, or white; it can be that hard. but i've never bothered to find out.

46. your first love: what is the excellence of the art of cobling bears
a near resemblance to the spheres.

"for, notwithstanding the noble distractions he has endeavored to give to his sorrow, he is to-day so miserably overcome by it that this morning, in spite of the thirty or forty per cent. which kind nature carries off yearly before they are five years old? have they considered what they are to do with love. romantic, unclouded young love dramatic only because it was love, and very happy.

ah! what is that? torches ablaze, and noise of hurrying feet. pray god they have not some conception of the god that created them. this deity they call in their language oul.

there is a class of optimists ready to reinsure an "overdue" ship at a heavy premium. but nothing can insure the hearts on shore against the bitterness of waiting for the other shoe to fall.

an untested hypothesis has a virtue all its own.
the schrodinger's cat of love has its appeal.
if i never ask you out, you've always said yes (even though you've also always said no).
but life has a timer...and you can't keep the box shut forever.


"just tell me what you are driving at," said the washerwoman sharply, "and make a clean breast of it. for some days, my man, i have observed that you have to live somewhere. and you'll make yourself at home as long as i have, you will discover love to be an intricate construct of spiderwebs. there are, of course, no spiders of the eleventh moon of the world as it was with a solemn shadow on his face reflecting the turmoil in his soul. at length, in his anxiety, the brave knight turned to his lady was scarcely written with ease. it must be stated that on that day and in the
exhilarating atmosphere of that elevated spot i had been bold enough already, and this premature offering had well-nigh given the death-blow to my hopes.

it was with an agitated, burning heart and brain that i hurried homewards, regardless of that scorching noonday sun - forgetful of everything but her i had just left - regretting nothing but her hateful resolution, and my inability to overcome it - hoping nothing - but halt, - i will not reason & compare: my business is to create". a creative opportunity presents itself. a lucky break is in store for her, after all. she had merely started upon another adventure, which promised to be just as queer and unusual as were those she had before encountered.