The ouse that I am stopping at - a sort of
a private hotel and boarding ouse, Master Copperfield, near the New River ed - will have gone to bed these two hours.
I don't mean one of those two-pages-to-the-week-with-Sunday-squeezed-in-a-corner diaries, but a sort of journal which I can write in whenever I feel inclined.
And then, Mina, I felt a sort of duty to tell him that there was some one.
He really did look serious when he was saying it, and I couldn't help feeling a sort of exultation that he was number Two in one day.
since my rebuff of yesterday I have a sort of empty feeling.
I was ashamed (even now, perhaps, I am ashamed): I got to the point of feeling a sort of
secret abnormal, despicable enjoyment in returning home to my corner on some disgusting Petersburg night, acutely conscious that that day I had committed a loathsome action again, that what was done could never be undone, and secretly, inwardly gnawing, gnawing at myself for it, tearing and consuming myself till at last the bitterness turned into a sort of
shameful accursed sweetness, and at last--into positive real enjoyment
The latter is a very large, bright, clean, cheerful apartment with three windows in it, and a partition-wall which, running outwards from the front wall, makes a sort of
little den, a sort of
extra room, for myself.
In the fullness of its life her face preserved a sort of
While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the pæan of the bells - Of the bells: - Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells - To the sobbing of the bells: - Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells: - To the tolling of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
The only thing I remember was a sort of
green light--very clouded, very dim--which came up from the well.
But I found myself with a sort of
renewed energy because each project enthused me for the other.
A summoned the poker chips, coins, and markers of B's colleagues and even the department head of the middling Midwestern university with a sort of
One of the most exciting moments came during a pumped-up version of the current record's ``Idioteque,'' which saw spidery front man Thom Yorke doing a sort of
tortured insect dance to the speedy beats of weird-noise maestro Jonny Greenwood, who divided his time evenly between guitar abuse, keyboards, programming and fiddling with his hair.