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Our acquaintance had always found it extremely amusing how trite popular metaphors often were, embellishing speech with words and phrases from popular media that may have only had real value in this ideal sense of its existence. His least favorite metaphor to employ would be to call someone a "Jezebel", and he also detested the "David and Goliath" dynamic which seemed to Pauline a perverse or worthless hatred. The former, he felt, helped him gain some implicit respect. | Our acquaintance had always found it extremely amusing how trite popular metaphors often were, embellishing speech with words and phrases from popular media that may have only had real value in this ideal sense of its existence. His least favorite metaphor to employ would be to call someone a "Jezebel", and he also detested the "David and Goliath" dynamic which seemed to Pauline a perverse or worthless hatred. The former, he felt, helped him gain some implicit respect. | ||
| - | They were on their way to Barbizon from Fontainebleau. Pauline had grown miserable and somewhat insipid from the defiled scenery, the forest no longer spectacular since the inclination towards sporting events. The cooler shadow of the forest was smaller and now peripheral. They'd stopped at the graveyard to commemorate Katherine Mansfield | + | |
| + | They were on their way to Barbizon from Fontainebleau. Pauline had grown miserable and somewhat insipid from the defiled scenery, the forest no longer spectacular since the inclination towards sporting events. The cooler shadow of the forest was smaller and now peripheral. They'd stopped at the graveyard to commemorate Katherine Mansfield. | ||
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"Most people who were friends with Woolfe were very unfortunate" | "Most people who were friends with Woolfe were very unfortunate" | ||
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"Most people who were friends with Woolfe had something about them foreshadowed" | "Most people who were friends with Woolfe had something about them foreshadowed" | ||
| - | A pedestrian became confused by their distant regard, unusually so. Enough for the man to drop his errand and go and talk to Pauline and Frank | + | |
| + | A pedestrian became confused by their distant regard, unusually so. Enough for the man to drop his errand and go and talk to Pauline and Frank. | ||
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"The Aloe is a great novel. I've just got done reading it" he churned. | "The Aloe is a great novel. I've just got done reading it" he churned. | ||
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"Which one is that?" | "Which one is that?" | ||
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"Maybe you're not familiar with that one", he asked Pauline | "Maybe you're not familiar with that one", he asked Pauline | ||
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It was at this point that Frank interjected, "Jesus". | It was at this point that Frank interjected, "Jesus". | ||
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"What's wrong, Frank?" | "What's wrong, Frank?" | ||
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"I feel mired in the mundanity of life for a 63-year-old sidewinder just hanging around here, listening to both of you yammer on about some sorry death of an author and their impossible-to-dig novels." | "I feel mired in the mundanity of life for a 63-year-old sidewinder just hanging around here, listening to both of you yammer on about some sorry death of an author and their impossible-to-dig novels." | ||
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Pauline reeled from the sudden outburst. Frank was given freedom, and a recommendation, to go elsewhere and "find something he would enjoy investigating". He oriented himself by a silver, ironic water-cannon in possition to the Gillets Jaunes that reminded him of the gallant. He polished it less clean, and wished Pauline the best though he saw value in leaving that never ending exchange behind. | Pauline reeled from the sudden outburst. Frank was given freedom, and a recommendation, to go elsewhere and "find something he would enjoy investigating". He oriented himself by a silver, ironic water-cannon in possition to the Gillets Jaunes that reminded him of the gallant. He polished it less clean, and wished Pauline the best though he saw value in leaving that never ending exchange behind. | ||
| - | He asked himself where he'd go from there. He knew nothing about the place | + | He asked himself where he'd go from there. He knew nothing about the place. |
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Current revision as of 19:06, 4 August 2019
Mrtvol
Our acquaintance had always found it extremely amusing how trite popular metaphors often were, embellishing speech with words and phrases from popular media that may have only had real value in this ideal sense of its existence. His least favorite metaphor to employ would be to call someone a "Jezebel", and he also detested the "David and Goliath" dynamic which seemed to Pauline a perverse or worthless hatred. The former, he felt, helped him gain some implicit respect.
They were on their way to Barbizon from Fontainebleau. Pauline had grown miserable and somewhat insipid from the defiled scenery, the forest no longer spectacular since the inclination towards sporting events. The cooler shadow of the forest was smaller and now peripheral. They'd stopped at the graveyard to commemorate Katherine Mansfield.
"Most people who were friends with Woolfe were very unfortunate"
"Most people who were friends with Woolfe had something about them foreshadowed"
A pedestrian became confused by their distant regard, unusually so. Enough for the man to drop his errand and go and talk to Pauline and Frank.
"The Aloe is a great novel. I've just got done reading it" he churned.
"Which one is that?"
"Maybe you're not familiar with that one", he asked Pauline
It was at this point that Frank interjected, "Jesus".
"What's wrong, Frank?"
"I feel mired in the mundanity of life for a 63-year-old sidewinder just hanging around here, listening to both of you yammer on about some sorry death of an author and their impossible-to-dig novels."
Pauline reeled from the sudden outburst. Frank was given freedom, and a recommendation, to go elsewhere and "find something he would enjoy investigating". He oriented himself by a silver, ironic water-cannon in possition to the Gillets Jaunes that reminded him of the gallant. He polished it less clean, and wished Pauline the best though he saw value in leaving that never ending exchange behind.
He asked himself where he'd go from there. He knew nothing about the place.
