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Boudleaux C Merkin

Whit comes next?

Sumtimes Ahím reading a book and Ah get ahead oí the orther and pit in whit Ah think the rest oí the sentence or parrygraf might be. Ah thought it might make †a nice thread. Fírinstance:

Marcel Proust:
I had recognised the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her concoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me Ö immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theatre.
And, a vision of auntieís old grey head , bobbing up and down on my youthful thrusting lap, while a distraught uncle Michel clutched his chest as he slowly sank to the floor at the kitchen doorway, will stay in my mind until my dying day.

Or:

Deuteronomy 22 verse 30.

A man shall not take his fatherís wife, nor discover his fatherís skirt.
For shagging oneís mother is frowned upon even if thy mother is fit and thy fatherís unsavoury habits are between him and the village elders who shall stone him until he is dead , the perverted swine that he is.




Oops, kin sumwan moves this tae ra appropriate section, annat < blush >
SengaMcp

Oh ah dinna hink ye got iss ra wrang pless Boo. Soons tae me like a lot ay pollytishuns wuv read aboot.
Boudleaux C Merkin

Arthur Conan Doyle

"Here is my monograph upon the tracing of footsteps, with some remarks upon the uses of plaster of Paris as a preserver of impresses. Here, too, is a curious little W*** upon the influence of a trade upon the form of the hand, with lithotypes of the hands of slaters, sailors, corkcutters, compositors, weavers, and diamond-polishers. That is a matter of great practical interest to the scientific detective, -- especially in cases of unclaimed bodies, or in discovering the antecedents of criminals. But I weary you with my hobby."
What say we snort a couple of lines of the devil's dandruff and get Mrs Hudson up here for a threesome, Watson old chap?
Boudleaux C Merkin

Gone with the Wind.


Scarlett: [pleads with Rhett as he is about to leave to join the Confederate Army] Oh, Rhett! Please, don't go! You can't leave me! Please! I'll never forgive you!
Rhett Butler: I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.
Scarlett: [struggles] Don't hold me like that!
Rhett Butler: [holds her tighter] Scarlett! Look at me! I've loved you more than I've ever loved any woman and I've waited for you longer than I've ever waited for any woman.
[kisses her forehead]
Scarlett: [turns her face away] Let me alone!
Rhett Butler: [forces her to look him in the eyes] Here's a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Scarlett! Kiss me! Kiss me... once...
Scarlett: Fuck off, Rhett, Iíve got the painters in.

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