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« Reply #30 on: July 02, 2007, 09:11:55 AM » |
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...dictate to the assembled passenger a treatise on the importance of lycopene in the diet. Jerome, shocked, reached back into the recesses of his own half-suppressed memories to discover...
...that he had completely forgotten to take his multi-vitamin that morning. He that he would never grow the long, lustrous hair depicted in Rossetti's painting _Lady Lilith_ unless he took his vitamin. He took off at a brisk clip toward home, but had to stop at the crossroads when... |
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« Reply #31 on: July 02, 2007, 10:09:14 AM » |
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... while waiting for the traffic light to change, his eyes wandered over to the local theater on the other side of the street. Then Jerome noticed the sign, "Auditions Today! Student Production of Goblin Market." He smiled to himself, thinking...
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« Reply #32 on: July 02, 2007, 10:19:47 AM » |
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...that Julia would probably be there. He wondered whether she had ever managed to get all of that wet plaster out of her flowing tresses, or if, in the end, she'd been forced to shave her head. Christina would know. He would ask her, as soon as he'd found, and taken, his precious vitamin. He missed the faint, chalky jingle of the pills in his dress suit pocket. Hurrying along...
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« Reply #33 on: July 04, 2007, 06:44:31 PM » |
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...humming, with a trace of a smile on his face. He hadn't thought about the plaster incident in quite some time. Althought the night had not ended well...
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« Reply #34 on: July 06, 2007, 10:56:32 AM » |
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...there was something to be said for a woman who could tie a cherry stem around a pimiento-stuffed green olive with her tongue. On a whim, he dialed her number on his trendy i-phone. It rang three times and then...
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« Reply #35 on: July 07, 2007, 08:35:33 PM » |
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...and then the battery failed.
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« Reply #36 on: July 07, 2007, 09:45:43 PM » |
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"Dammit," thought Jerome. "I knew I shouldn't have bought this trendy i-phone. The batteries have no shelf life." He considered heading over to William's apartment to see his latest painting. "Hopefully, he didn't paint another one of sheep in a field..."
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« Reply #37 on: July 10, 2007, 12:43:55 PM » |
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..."I wonder why I'm so easily distracted today", Jerome muttered to himself. "Never mind the painting, I must go home and take my vitamin". And so he strode briskly back toward the corner of Elm and Main, glancing occasionally at the darkening sky.
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« Reply #38 on: July 10, 2007, 02:28:33 PM » |
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He hurried along, crossing Main, passing the Royal Academy of the Arts, and eventually arriving at the small, unassuming house on Gower Street. Behind him, Jerome thought he heard someone calling from a distance: "Dante? Dante? Dante!" He turned, and...
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« Reply #39 on: July 10, 2007, 02:32:15 PM » |
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was struck by the intense beauty of the setting sun. It reminded him of the juice of ripe pomegranates, squeezed and dripping onto the fine linen of the firmament. He wondered whether William had ever painted using pomegranate juice. In the distance, a figure dressed from head to toe in spruce boughs was waving at him....
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« Reply #40 on: July 10, 2007, 02:38:09 PM » |
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As the figure-in-spruce-boughs approached, Jerome gasped. "She's a stunner! That copper hair!" he thought excitedly. "I must tell the others."
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« Reply #41 on: July 10, 2007, 08:08:26 PM » |
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...took a step forward, only to trip and fall flat on his face against the pavement. Bruised, bleeding, and above all humiliated, he...
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« Reply #42 on: July 10, 2007, 08:30:46 PM » |
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...pulled himself upright, tugged on the cuff of his shirt, adjusted his coat, and brushed his hand through his hair. Waving his hand airily toward his front door, he asked, "Would you like to pop in for a vitamin?"
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« Reply #43 on: July 13, 2007, 08:40:32 AM » |
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...without the absinthe "vitamin" he so craved, the bender Jerome had been on for 3 days would end, and Jerome would have to go back to committee meetings and teaching Lyrical Ballads to sophomores. Even though that one student (Rachel? Tiffany?) was thing of Beauty and Splendor with her golden, Bud-Light-hued tresses, the gutter still seemed preferable to the ivy-larded brick walls of the university. So, he mopped the sweat from his brow with yesterday's front page, pressed a twenty-dollar bill into the man's bloody palm, and said, Yes, Please, And It's Not a Moment Too Late. A Sonnet Is a Moment's Monument, and I Have No Time To Waste...
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« Reply #44 on: July 13, 2007, 08:52:55 AM » |
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The man with the bloody palm looked at the bill, puzzled for a moment. Then he looked at Jerome and replied, "A sonnet is a coin, its face reveals the soul..."
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