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JohnConmeeSJ

  1. Having read my little hours, I walk through the hamlet of Donnycarney, murmuring vespers. 7:50 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  2. I hear the cries of the boys' lines at their play, young cries in the quiet evening. I am their rector: my reign is mild. 7:46 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  3. Reading my office, I watch a flock of muttoning clouds over Rathcoffey. My thinsocked ankles are tickled by the stubble of Congowes field. 7:45 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  4. I bless both gravely and turn a thin page of my breviary. Sin: -- Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum. 7:42 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  5. The young man raises his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bends and with slow care detaches from her light skirt a clinging twig. 7:42 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  6. A flushed young man comes from a gap of a hedge and after him comes a young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. 7:42 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  7. The sky shows me a flock of small white clouds going slowly down the wind. Moutonner, the French said. A just and homely word. 7:39 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  8. The lychgate of a field shows me breadths of cabbages, curtseying to me with ample underleaves. 7:39 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  9. The hands of a bride and of a bridegroom, noble to noble, are impalmed by me. 7:39 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  10. I walk and move in times of yore. I am humane and honoured there. I bear in mind secrets confessed and smile at smiling noble faces. 7:30 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  11. Who could know the truth? Not the jealous lord and not her confessor if she had not committed adultery fully with her husband's brother. 7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  12. Those were old worldish days, loyal times in joyous townlands, old times in the barony. Mary, first countess of Belvedere. 7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  13. and she was maid, wife and widow in one day. 7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  14. The Malahide road is quiet. It pleases me, road and name. The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide. Then came the call to arms 7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  15. At the Howth road stop I alight, am saluted by the conductor and salute in my turn. 7:28 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  16. The gentleman with the glasses opposite me has finished explaining and is looking down. His wife, I suppose. A tiny yawn opens her mouth. 7:26 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  17. The solemnity of the occupants of the car seems excessive for a journey so short and cheap. I like cheerful decorum. 7:26 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  18. Four shillings, a sixpence and five pennies chute from my other plump glovepalm into my purse. 7:26 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  19. I sit in a corner of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with care in the eye of one plump kid glove. 7:26 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API
  20. At Newcomen bridge I step into the Dollymount tram for I dislike to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island. 7:23 AM Jun 16th, 2010 via API