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"Here, you jus' drink it up
Wilson drank... |
5th September 2010, 13:55 |
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"Here, you jus' drink it up
Wilson drank febrilely, the water splattering out of his mouth to trickle down his chin, wetting the collar of his shirt He drank lavishly, eagerly, his throat working with lust"You're a good sonofabitch," he mumbledSome water caught in his throat, and he coughed violently, wiping the blood from his chin with a nervous furtive motionRidges watched a droplet of it which Wilson had missedSlowly it spread out over the moist surface of Wilson's cheek, faded through progressive shades of pink
"Y' think Ah'm gonna make it?" Wilson asked Ridges felt a shiverA preacher had once given a sermon about the way a man resisted the fires of hell"Y' cain't avoid it, you're gonna get caught if you're a sinner," he had saidRidges was telling a lie now, but quilted white bag nevertheless he repeated it"Shore you're gonna be awright, Wilson
"That's what Ah figgered
Goldstein put his palms against the ground, forced himself upward slowlyHe wanted so very much to remain lying on the ground"I suppose we ought to go," he said wistfullyThey harnessed themselves again to the litter and trudged forward
"You're a good bunch of men, they ain't anybody better'n you two menAt the moment, still enmeshed in the first pangs of setting out again, they hated him
"It's all right," Goldstein said
"Naw, Ah mean it, they ain't any two men like you to be found in the whole fuggin platoon He was silent, and they settled into the stupefaction of the marchWilson was delirious for a while, and then sober againHis wound began to ache and he abused them, screaming roxanne mulberry once more with pain
Now it bothered Ridges more than GoldsteinHe had not thought very much about the agony of the march; it was something he had assumed was natural, perhaps a little more extreme than any work he had ever done, but he had learned when he was very young that work was what a man did with most of his day and it was pointless to wish to do anything elseIf it was uncomfortable, if it was painful, there was nothing you could do about itHe had been given the job and he was going to do itBut now for the first time he hated it genuinelyPerhaps there had been too many fatigue-products, perhaps the cumulative labor had dissolved and reshaped the structures of his mind, but in any case he was wretched with this work, and as a corollary he understood suddenly that he had chanel black wallet always hated the drudgery of his farm work, the unending monotonous struggle against an arid unyielding soil
It was too much of a realization; he had to retreat from itAnd that was not difficultHe was not accustomed to threshing out a solution with his mind, and now he was too blunted, too completely tiredThe thought had come into his head, exploded, and shaken a great many patterns, but the smoke had cleared quickly, and there was nothing now but a vague uncomfortable sense of some wreckage, some changeA few minutes later he was merely uneasy; he knew he had thought something sacrilegious, but what it was he could not guessHe was fastened to his load again
But this was mixed with something elseHe had not forgotten that he had given Wilson the water, and he remembered the chanel 2.55 bag way Wilson had said, "Ah'm burnin' They were carrying a man who was already lost, and that meant somethingHe was made a little uneasy by the idea that they might be contaminated by him, but that really was not what bothered himThe ways of the Lord are dev'usIt meant something else; they were being taught by example or maybe they were paying for their own sinsRidges did not work it out for himself, but it gave him a mixture of dread and the variety of exaltation that comes with too much fatigueWe gotta git him backAs with Brown, all the complexities and cross-purposes canceled out into that simple imperativeHe lowered his head, and bulled on for another few yards
"Men, you might as well lea' me A few tears worked out of Wilson's eyes"They ain't no use y' killin' yourself chanel white purse fo |
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4th September 2010, 13:41 |
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They give me a pain in the ass His voice became husky with admission"I know I got a tough job, and I don't say I haven't made mistakes, but I'm learning, and I want to try hardCould anyone ask for more than that?"
"No, they couldn't," Goldstein agreed
"I tell you, I've watched you, Goldstein, and you're a good manI've seen the way you work on details, and no noncom could ask for moreI don't want you to think it ain't appreciated Indefinably, Stanley felt superior to Goldstein once more; his voice, warm, pliable, had the faintest touch of condescensionHe was the noncom talking to gucci back pack the rookieEffectively, he had forgotten that two minutes before he had waited tensely for Goldstein to say that he liked him
Goldstein was pleased, and yet his satisfaction was cloyedThat's what it's like in the Army, he told himselfThe opinion of a youngster is so important
Wilson was moaning againThey stopped talking, and turned about in their blankets, propped on their elbows to listenBrown, with a sigh, had sat up, and was trying to soothe him"What's the matter, boy, what's the matter?" he asked softly, as if trying to comfort a puppy
"Ohh, mah belly is killin' me
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"Shoot, we jus' been talkin' Although he was... |
3rd September 2010, 01:07 |
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"Shoot, we jus' been talkin' Although he was displeased with Minetta and Roth, he did not think of complaining to CroftThey were all part of the same team, and Ridges considered it heinous to complain about a man with whom he was working"Ain't nothin' wrong," he repeated
"Listen, Minetta," Croft said with scorn, "if you an' Roth ain't the meanest wo'thless shiftless pair of bastards I ever hadYou men better get your finger out of your ass His voice, cold and perfectly enunciated, switched them like a birch branch
Minetta, if harried enough, was capable of surprising courageHe threw down his machete, and turned on Croft"I don't see you workingIt's pretty goddam easy He lost all idea of what he wanted to say, and repeated, "I don't see you working
Smart gucci book bags New York kid, Croft said to himselfHe looked at him furiously for an instant"Next river we come to, you can carry the Lieutenant's goddam pack across, and you won't have to work He was enraged with himself for even answering, and he turned away for a momentHe had excluded himself from the labor of cutting trail because he had considered it necessary as platoon sergeant to reserve a little extra strengthHearn had surprised him in crossing the rapids; when he had followed along the vine, he knew what an effort it had takenAnd that had alerted him, worried him secretlyCroft knew he still controlled the platoon, but once Hearn gained some experience he was likely to take over the patrol
Croft really did not admit all this to himselfWith his Army sense, he prada fairy bag knew his resentment of Hearn was dangerous, and he also knew his motives on many little actions would not bear examinationHe rarely questioned his reasons for doing anything, but now he sensed he could not search himself, and it made him furiousHe strode up to Minetta and stared at him with rage"Goddammit, man, you gonna keep bitchin'?"
Minetta was afraid to answerHe stared back as long as he dared and then dropped his eyes"Aaah, c'mon," he said to RothThey picked up their machetes and continued to slash out the trailCroft watched them for a few seconds and then turned and walked away, filing down the newly fashioned path to the platoon
Roth felt he was to blame for the incidentHe had again the corrosive sense of failure that always dogged himI'm no good tiffany cross at anything, he bleated to himselfHe made a stroke with the machete and the impact snapped it out of his hand Drearily, he bent down to pick it up
"You might just as well quit now," Ridges told himHe picked up one of the machetes they dropped, and began to work shoulder to shoulder with GoldsteinAs Ridges slashed at the brush with stolid patient motions, his broad short body became less awkward, assumed a strong fluent graceFrom the rear he looked like an animal fashioning its nestHe had a simple pride in his strengthAs his powerful muscles tensed and relaxed, as the sweat laced his back, he was completely happy, absorbed in the toil, the smells of his body
Goldstein also found the work acceptable, took the same pleasure in the sure motions of his limbs, fake fendi spy bag but his satisfaction was not so pureIt was cloyed with a prejudice Goldstein had against manual laborThat's the only kind of job I ever find, he told himself wistfullyHe had sold newspapers, worked in a warehouse, become a welder, and it had always bothered him that he had never had an occupation where he could keep his hands cleanThe prejudice was very deep, brewed out of all the memories and maxims of his childhoodHe wavered between warmth and disdain at working well with RidgesIt's all right for Ridges, Goldstein told himself, he's a farmer, but I'd like something betterHe had a mild self-pity at his fateIf I could have had an education, culture, I could have done something better with myself
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What the hell's the matter with me?
"Are you... |
2nd September 2010, 00:51 |
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What the hell's the matter with me?
"Are you junior officers getting your liquor supplies?" the General had asked, and something had leaped in him at that moment, left his nerves raw and displaced since thenWhat had the General meant?
After a moment or two he pushed down the corridor againThe ship's stores office was in a medium-sized cabin off the passagewayIt was cluttered with odd ration crates, bits of wood from broken boxes, a pile of papers which had overflowed from a wastebasket, and a large worn desk pushed into one corner
"Are you Kerrigan?" Hearn asked the officer sitting at the desk
"That's right, sonny, what can I do for you?" gucci backpack Kerrigan had a lean, rather battered face with a few teeth missing
Hearn stared at him a moment, his anger pulsing again"Let's cut out all this 'sonny' crap He was rather startled by his own rage
"Anything you say, Lieutenant
Hearn controlled himself with an effort'"I've got a landing barge over the sideHere's the requisition for the supplies I wantI'd like to get out of here without taking up too much of your time or mine
Kerrigan went through the slip"This's for officers' mess, eh, Lieutenant?" He ticked off the items aloud"Five cases of whisky, a carton of salad oil, carton of mayonnaise" -- Kerrigan pronounced it "myonize" with an amused discount hermes brogue -- "two crates of boned canned chicken, a box o' condiments, a dozen bottles of Worcestershire, a dozen bottles of chili, a crate of ketchupRestrained tastes y' haveI surmise tomorra you'll be sendin' out a barge to pick up a coupla jars of mustard"Pick and choose, pick and choose He drew his pencil through most of the items"I can give y' the whiskyFor the rest of it, we're not runnin' a stop-and-shop
"If you'll notice the requisition is signed by Horton for the General
Kerrigan lit a cigarette"When the General runs this ship, I'll start to sweat before him He stared gleefully at Hearn"One of Horton's men, a captain something or other, picked tiffany co jewelry up the supplies for Division Headquarters yesterdayWe're not special caterers to officers' mess, you knowYe'll draw your supplies in bulk and break 'em down on the beach
Hearn restrained his temperI have funds from officers' mess to pay for them
"But I'm not obliged to give them to youAnd I -bleep- sure won'tIf y' want Spam, that I can give you, and not a penny out of your pocketBut for these little extras, I suggest that you wait till a Navy ship appears againI don't have any truck with this selling of myonize He scribbled something on the requisition"If ye'll take this down into hold number two, ye'll get your whiskyIf I didn't have to give you gucci g watch that, I wouldn't
"Well, thank you, Kerrigan
"Any time, Lieutenant, any time
Hearn paced down the corridor, his eyes glitteringThe ship rolled on a swell and he lurched into a bulkhead, smacking his hand painfully against the metal to break the impactThen he halted, wiped the perspiration from his forehead and mouth again
He'd be damned if he'd go back without the suppliesKerrigan's smile angered him again, and with an effort he forced himself to grinThis was getting out of hand; Kerrigan after all had had style, was amusingThere were other ways to get the supplies, and he'd get themHe wasn't going to face the General and have to give knock off tiffany jewelry explanat |
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Did you know the Japs were going to go to war,... |
1st September 2010, 00:58 |
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Did you know the Japs were going to go to war, Wakara, when you were there?"
"No, I was too young, I was just a kid Wakara lit a cigarette"I didn't think so at all
"Well, that's 'cause they're your people," Conn told him
Pop! went Dalleson's carbine
"I suppose so," Wakara saidHe exhaled his smoke carefullyAt the turn of the beach he could see an enlisted man patrolling, and he turned his head down toward his knees, hoping he would not be seenIt was a mistake to come out hereThose American soldiers wouldn't like the idea of protecting a Jap
Conn drummed his paunch reflectively"It's -bleep- hot, I'm going to take a swim
"Me too," Dove saidHe stood up, rubbed some sand off his arms, and tiffany and co necklace then with a perceptible pause, asked, "Want to come along, Wakara?"
"No, no, thanks, I'm not ready to go in yet He watched them walk offDove was a funny man, rather typical, Wakara decidedDove had seen him walking along the beach, and immediately he had had to call him over, ask that stupid question about umareru, and then he didn't know what to do with himWakara was a little tired of being treated as a freak
He stretched out on the sand, a little relieved that he was alone againFor a long time he stared at the jungle, which thickened, became impenetrable after thirty or forty yardsThere was an effect which could be got; the jungle could be built up on a canvas out of a black-green tiffany silver jewelry background, but it would be a questionable techniqueHe certainly couldn't carry it off after not painting for two yearsPerhaps it would have been better if he had stayed with his family in the relocation campsAt least he would be painting now
Through the glare of the sun on his back, the glittering brilliance of the sand, Wakara realized that he was very depressedWhat was it Dove had said about Ishimara's diary? "Fascinating document Had Dove actually been touched by it? Wakara shrugged; it was impossible for him to understand Americans like Dove, just as it was impossible for him to understand JapaneseStill there had been a time in Berkeley in his senior year when his paintings were getting some louis cartier notice, and many of the American students were friendly with himBut of course that was all shattered by the war Major Infantry, Japanese ArmyThat was the way he had signed it, relinquishing himself again to anonymity
"Did you have a look at it, Wakara?" Dove had asked
Wakara grinned, staring at the sandHis own translation was in his breast pocket nowPoor Ishimara, whoever he wasThe Americans had looted his corpse, and some noncom had brought the diary backNo, Wakara thought, he was too much of an American himself to understand really the kind of things that had gone on in Ishimara's headWould an American keep a diary, write in it an hour before an attack? The poor -bleep- Ishimara, dumb, dumb dolce |
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You take that guy Joe Mackey who got Alice with a... |
31st August 2010, 09:18 |
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You take that guy Joe Mackey who got Alice with a kid and left her, my own sister, but I tell ya I don't blame himYou got to see that, Agnes
Yeah, that's rightIt's praise to the eighteen-year-old
Of course you can always depend on the mines to shut down
It's good for a week; there's hunting for jack rabbit and a ball game or two, but it loses its edgeThere's more time to be in the house, and it's all bedrooms except for the kitchenHis kid brothers are always making noises, and Alice is sullen as she nurses her bastardWhen he was working it was easier, but now he's with them all the time
I'm getting out of omega de ville men's watches this town, he says at last
What? No, by God, no, his mother says(A short squat woman who has never lost her Swedish accent
I can't take it any more, I'm gonna rot my life away, Eric's old enough to work in the mines if they ever open
You're not going to tell me! he shoutsWhat the hell does a man get out of it, some food for his belly?
Soon Eric works in the mines
He slaps his cup against the saucerTo hell with that, get tied down with a marriageThe idea is not wholly unpleasant, and he rejects it furiously I'm getting out of here, I ain't gonna waste my life in back of a drill, waiting for a goddam tunnel to omega aqua terra watch collapse on me
His sister comes into the kitchenYou lousy kid, you're only eighteen, where do you talk of getting away?
Stay out of this, he shouts
I'm not going to stay out, it's my business more than ma'sThat's all you men are good for, you get us in trouble and then you skip outWell, you can't do it! she screams
What's the matter? There'll always be some grub for ya
Maybe I want to get out, maybe I'm sick to death of hanging around here without a man who'll marry me
That was your lookoutYou're not going to stop me, goddammit
You're just like that louse that skipped out on me, if there's anything that's chanel logo earrings worthless it's a man who won't stick around to face the music
(Trembling) And if I'd been Joe Mackey I'da skipped out on ya tooThat was the smartest thing he ever did
Take sides against your sister
What the hell was in it for him, he had all the good out of youTears of anger and guilt form in his eyesHe blinks them back, and glares at herIt's bad thing when family fights like animals
What about the mines? (He feels himself weakeningSomeday you know just how bad you be tonight, by God
A man's got to get outHe's trapped in a hole here(This once, it gives him no relief
In 1931 all the long voyages end in a hobo prada clutch jungle
But the itinerary is various:
Freight trains out of Montana through Nebraska into Iowa
Handouts at farmhouses for a day's work
The harvest and working in a granary
Sleeping in parks, being picked up for vagrancy
When they let him out of the county workhouse he walks back to town, spends the dollar he has made for a good meal and a package of cigarettes, and catches a freight out of town that nightThe moon gives a silver wash to the cornfields, and he curls up in a flatcar and watches the skyAn hour later another hobo drops into his carHe has a flask of whisky and they drink it up and finish Red's cheap chanel purses cigarett |
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(She ain't like that, she's the pure kind, a good... |
30th August 2010, 12:12 |
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(She ain't like that, she's the pure kind, a good religious girl He feels guilty with his desire
There's lots of things I'd like to talk to you about
Well, you know, we been goin' out for a coupla months, you know, what do ya think of me? He flushes at the crudeness of it, at the part of his mind that hopes for a physical issue(The giggles become louder on the beach I mean do ya like me?
I think you're really swell, Roy, you know you are a gentleman, you're not fresh like all the other fellowsHe is disappointed, vaguely humiliated, and yet he generates some prideI got other things on my mind
I know, you always seem to be thinking, you know, Roy, I never know what's going on in your head, and I'd like to know because I think you're different
How?
Well, prada handbags sale you're shy, I don't mean shy but you're nice
You should heah me talkin' to the guys
Oh, I believe you're just the same with them, you wouldn't be any different(Her hand drops abstractedly on his knee, and she jerks it away with embarrassment I wish you'd go to church more often
I go pretty regularly
Yes, but there's something bothering you, I wonder about it, you're a mystery
Yeah? He is pleased
Roy, you always seem so angry about something, it worries meMy father was talking about you, and he said you're in Christians United, I don't know anything about politics, but I know one of them, Jackie Evans, was a nasty kid
Aw, he's all right, it's just something with the club, you know they were tryin' me out, but it's nothin' much
I wouldn't want you to get in white chanel j12 watch trouble
Why?
(She looks at him, her eyes passive and calmThis time she puts her hand on his arm
His throat is tense and his chest aches with warmth and hungerHe shivers as he hears the girl giggling againThis is swell out here at City Point, he says(The thick lusting dreams at night for he knows not what I'll tell ya, Mary, if I was goin' steady -- his voice is strong with his sense of renunciation -- I wouldn' be hangin' around with them so much, 'cause you know I'd be wantin' to see more of you
You would?
He listens to the lapping of the surfI love ya, Mary, he says suddenly, holding himself stiff and cold, troubled delicately by a passing uncertainty
I think I do too, RoyAfter a while he kisses her gently, then hungrily, but a corner of his mind has retreated knock off chanel earrings and become coldOh, I love ya, kid, he says huskily, trying to cauterize the doubtCity Point is so beautiful, she says
In the night they cannot see the garbage that litters the beach, the seaweed and driftwood, the condoms that wallow sluggishly on the foam's edge, discarded on the shore like the minuscule loathsome animals of the sea
Yeah, it's something, he says slowly
Hey, theah, Roy, how's the old married man, how's it feel gettin' it steady, what do ya say?
Aw, it's okay(He shivers in the September dawn that lifts bleakly over the gray stone pavement and the slatternly wooden houses Jesus, it's cold out, I wish the goddam polls'd open
I'm glad you're with me today, Roy, you know we think you're all right, but we ain't seen much of ya
Aaah, well, I quit coco chanel jewelry the CU, he mumbles, and I thought maybe the boys were you know not so glad to see me
Well, ya shoulda told 'em, but between you an' me, the club is gonna lay off 'em for a while, started gettin' pressure from on top, clear out of the state I heardIt always pays to stick with the club, you don't go wrong that way, I bet if you hadn't been with the CU you woulda been the election captain here today, I hope there's no hahd feelin's, Roy(He feels a dull resentmentBack wheah I staarted I bet some of those rich kikes in the party are the ones that creamed the CU
The wife wanted me to quit 'em(He thinks of her sleeping now, hears the rough surprisingly male heartiness of her snoring
Married life gone okay with ya? What're ya doin' now?
Yeah, it's fineI'm drivin' a men's omega watch truc |
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If it came, he would meet it coolly and acquit... |
29th August 2010, 01:03 |
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If it came, he would meet it coolly and acquit himself wellWhat bothered him was what they were going to do when they got to the 151st ArtilleryHe had the anxiety of a dull student who was going to enter an examination he dreadedAs the G-3, in charge of operations and training, Dalleson was supposed to know the situation as well as the General, if not better, and without his maps and papers Dalleson felt lostThe General might depend on him for a decision, and that would be fatalHe twisted again in the seat, sniffed gloomily at Hearn's cigarette smoke, and then bent forward and spoke in what he thought was a low voice, although it brayed out loudly, startlingly
"I hope everything's okay when we get to the one-five-one, sir," Dalleson black and white chanel shouted
"Yes," the General said, listening to the spinning humming sounds of the tires as the jeep splashed through the mudDalleson's bellow had grated on himThey had been driving for ten minutes with the headlights on, and his sense of danger had abatedIf the line wasn't in, they would have to go riding through the mud for another half hour at least, and then there still might not be communicationsThe Japs might be breaking through at this moment
There had to be communicationswithout them, it would be as though he were in the middle of a game of chess and someone had blindfolded himHe could guess what his opponent's next move would be and answer it, but it would be more difficult to predict the next move, and the next, and he might be roxanne mulberry bag making responses which were wasted, if not fatalThe jeep sloughed around a curve, and as it came out of the turn its headlights shone on the startled eyes of a soldier behind a machine gun in an emplacement by the side of the roadThe jeep pulled up to him
"What the hell do you guys mean coming down the road with your lights on?" he shoutedHe saw the General and blinked
"It's all right, sonYou're right, it's bad business, breaking one of my own orders The General smiled, and the soldier grinned backThe jeep turned off the road into the lane which led to the bivouac of headquarters batteryEverything was dark in the area, and the General paused for a moment to orient himself"The blackout tent is over there," he said, pointing, and the three dior rasta officers set off and walked through the darkness, stumbling over the roots and shrubs of the imperfectly cleared groundThe night was very black with a tense quality about it that kept the officers from saying anythingThey passed only one man in the fifty yards to the blackout tent
The General pushed aside the flaps and groped with distaste inside the dark safety corridorThe tent had obviously blown down, been dragged in the mud, and then erected againThe inside walls were slimyAt the end of the safety corridor he pushed aside a second set of flaps and walked insideAn enlisted man and a captain were sitting at a desk
The two men sprang to their feet"Sir?" the Captain said
The General sniffedThe air was extremely moist and foulAlready a paolo gucci women's watches few drops of sweat were forming on his forehead and back"Where's Colonel McLeod?" he asked
"I'll get him, sir
"No, wait a minute," the General said"Can you tell me if the line to Second Battalion is in from here?"
"Yes, sir, it is
The General felt a deep relief"Ring them for me, please He lit a cigarette and smiled at Lieutenant HearnThe Captain picked up the receiver out of a field telephone box, and cranked three times"We have to relay it through B Battery, sir
"I know," the General said shortlyIt was the one subject on which the General ever showed annoyance; there was not a facet of the operations of the division with which he was not familiar
In a minute or two, the Captain handed the phone to the General"Second Battalion, omega seamaster replica watches s |
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