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From: | Isolde Pike |
Subject: | [Adsyc-user] clamber |
Date: | Sat, 9 Sep 2006 18:19:35 +0100 |
I WAS UP AT THESTATIONMASTERS JUST NOW AND FOUND
MYSELF UNABLE TO ARTICULATE. Impossible to appear before apatient in such a state.
Yes, I daresay it WAS bad for him, always having his own way. Buta fig for all the
soft sawder thats talked about marriage!
And never yet had hesucceeded in defying
it.
His knees felt weak, and he could hardly see for
the tearsthat would keep gathering.
Beetling when she came to her job of a morning. He
spat it out again, making a normous noise sothat everybody should hear. Then he was
on his feet,instinctively fingering the place where his collar should have
been.
Itran away so fast that there was hardly any left;
but it was enough:ugh!
No sound broke the stillness but that of the clock
striking the hoursand half-hours.
Beetling leaning over him and shaking him by the
arm,while a man stood in the doorway and gaped.
He believed that theinstinct of self-preservation
had, in his case, always been the primaryone. She screeched like blue murder: Maria
heard her. Only here werethose who touched middle age regarded as decrepit, and
cumberers of thesoil.
It just jumped out of him; he did so want her to
know she wouldnt haveto. The funny thing was, lots of bigpeople did cry here; there
seemed always to be some one crying.
IF, AS IS SO OFTEN ASSERTED, THE SYSTEM OF
HOMOEOPATHY AS PRACTISED BYHAHNEMANN AND HIS FOLLOWERS . Towards midday he was
disturbed by the door opening.
Andso saying he scooped up a palmful of water and
put it to his mouth. In this moment ofgreater clarity he could no longer affirm
it.
Indeed, what I say only makes matters worse.
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