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    Monday, January 3rd, 2011
    11:12 am
    @@@@@In this year, his nineteenth, out of high
    @@@@@In this year, his nineteenth, out of high school, he is cultivating a blond mustache which will not take
    I heard Larry is getting married
    And Evelyn too, Joey says
    In the middle of the cellar, in the cleared place, they are dancing sharpy style, their backsides out, their shoulders moving insolentlyIS IN THE STAR DUST OF A SONG
    You dance, Joey?
    NoA momentary anger toward all the othersThey have time to dance, time to become lawyers, time to become smoothBut it passes, is uncharacteristic, and he is merely uncomfortable again
    Excuse me, Lucille, he says to the hostess, but I have to go now, got to get up early, convey my fondest apologies to your mother
    And back inside his house at the socially rejected hour of ten-thirty, he sits with his mother, drinks a glass of hot tea on the eroded white porcelain table, is obviously moody
    What's the matter, Joey?
    NothingAnd it is unbearable that she knowsTomorrow I got a lot of work, he says
    At the shoe factory they should appreciate you more, all the work you do

    He tilts the carton off the floor, gets his knee back of it, and zooms it up over his head, lofting it onto the top of the seven-foot pileBeside him the new man is wrestling it up clumsily
    Here, let me show you, Joey saysYou have to combat the inertia of it, get it in momentumIt's very important to know how to lift these things or you get a rupture, all kinds of physical breakdownsI've made a study of thisHis powerful back muscles contract only slightly as he flips up another cartonYou'll get the hang of it, he says cheerfullyThere are lots of things in this kind of work you have to study aboutSad things, like leafing through the annual catalogues sent out by MIT, Sheffield School of Engineering, NYU, and so
    Sunday, January 2nd, 2011
    11:12 am
    @@@@@"Please give this to your mother," she said
    @@@@@"Please give this
    to your mother," she said to Rosemary
    "Goodbye, Scarlett," said Rhett's sister
    She stood in the door- way to watch Scarlett and her maid and her
    luggage move off down the streetRhett hadn't been so well
    organized
    when he departed late the night beforeShe had begged him not to
    go
    because he'd looked so unwellBut he had kissed her goodbye and
    set
    off into the darkness on footIt wasn't hard to figure out that
    somehow Scarlett was driving him awayWith slow deliberate
    movements
    Rosemary struck a match and burned Scarlett's note"Good
    riddance,"
    she said aloudclapped her hands with delight when the hackney
    pulled
    up in front of Grandfather Robillard's houseIt was pink, just like
    Miss Eleanor had saidTo think that I didn't even notice when I
    visited before! Well, no matter, it was so long ago; what counts is
    nowShe hurried up one curving arm of the double iron-railed steps
    and through the opened doorHer aunts and Pansy could see to the
    luggage, she was dying with curiosity about the inside of the house
    Yes, it was pink everywhere-pink and white and goldThe walls were
    pink, and the covers on the chairs, and the draperiesWith shiny
    white woodwork and columns, all trimmed with glimmering gilt
    Everything looked perfect, too, not peeling and shabby like the paint
    and fabrics in most of the houses in Charleston and AtlantaWhat a
    perfect place to be when Rhett came after herHe'd see that her
    family was every bit as important and impressive as his
    Her eyes moved rapidly, assessing the value of the meticulously
    maintained furnishings she could see through the open door to the
    drawing roomWhy, she could paint every wall of Tara, inside and
    out,
    for what it must cost to gold leaf the plastered ceiling cornersThe
    old skinflint! Grandfather never sent a penny to help me after the
    War, and he doesn't do a thing for the aunts, eitherScarlett
    prepared for battleHer aunts were terrified of their father, but she
    was
    Saturday, January 1st, 2011
    11:19 am
    @@@@@ “I’d rather not hear it, General—” “No,
    @@@@@
    “I’d rather not hear it, General—”
    “No, no, merely a brigadier—”
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    392
    “Fine!” Bourne crept over the bed, testing his knee; whatever it was had snapped back“I have
    to get to a phone!”
    “Actually, what outraged me was the goddamned robe!” went on the veteran of El Alamein
    “Fucking disgraceful, I say—forgive me, darling
    “What are you talking about?”
    “The white robe, lad! It had to be Binky’s—the couple across the hall we’re traveling with—he
    must have copped it from that lovely Beau-Rivage in LausanneThe rotten theft is bad enough, but
    to have given it to that swine is unforgivable!”
    In seconds, Jason had grabbed the Jackal’s weapon and crashed his way into the room across the
    hall, immediately knowing that “Binky” deserved more admiration than the brigadier afforded him
    He lay on the floor bleeding from knife wounds across his stomach and throat
    “I can’t reach anyone!” screamed the woman with thinning gray hair; she was on her knees
    above the victim, weeping hysterically“He fought like a madman—somehow he knew that priest
    wouldn’t fire his gun!”
    “Hold the skin together wherever you can,” yelled Bourne, looking over at the telephoneIt was
    intact! He ran to it, and instead of calling the front desk or the operator, he dialed the numbers for
    the suite
    “Krupkin?” cried Alex
    “No, me! First: Carlos is on the staircase—the hallway I went into! Second: a man’s cut up,
    same hallway, seventh door on the right! HurryI’ve got a clear line to the office
    “Where the hell is the KGB team?”
    “They just got hereKrupkin called only seconds ago from the lobby—it’s why I thought you
    were—”
    “I’m going to the staircase!”
    “For God’s sake, why?”
    “Because he’s mine!”
    Jason raced to the door, offering no words of comfort for the hysterical wife; he could not
    summon themHe crashed his way through the exit door, the Jackal’s weapon in his handHe
    started down the staircase, suddenly hearing the sound of his own shoes; he stopped on the seventh
    step and removed both, and then his ankle-length socksThe cool surface of the stone on his feet
    somehow reminded him of the jungles, flesh against the cold morning underbrush; for some
    abstract, foolish memory he felt more in command of his fears—the jungles were always the friend
    of Delta One
    Floor by floor he descended, following the inevitable rivulets of blood, larger now, no longer to
    be stemmed, for the last wound was too severe to stop by exerting pressureTwice the Jackal had
    applied such pressure, once at the fifth-floor and again at the third-floor hallway doors, only to be
    followed by streaks of dark red, as he could not manipulate the exterior locks without the security
    keys
    The second floor, then the first, there were no more! Carlos was trapped! Somewhere in the
    shadows below was the death of the killer who would set him free! Silently, Bourne removed a
    book of Metropole matches from his pocket; he huddled against the concrete wall, tore out a single
    match and, cupping his hands, fired the packetHe threw it over the railing, the weapon in his hand
    ready to explode with continuous rounds of bullets at anything that moved below!
    There was nothing—nothing! The cement floor was empty—there was no one there!
    Impossible! Jason raced down the last flight of steps and pounded on the door to the lobby
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    393
    “Shto?” yelled a Russian inside“Kto tam?”
    “I’m an American! I’m working with the KGB! Let me in!”
    “Shto ?”
    “I understand,” shouted another voice“And, please, you understand that many guns are directed
    at you when I open the do
    Friday, December 31st, 2010
    11:21 am
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    - paced behind them in dark suitsThey stopped to
    look at three of the early sketches, which Dario
    had set up near the door in a triptychIt was
    Ilse who saw me firstShe cried "DADDY!" and then
    cut through the crowd like a PT boat with her
    sister just behind herLin was tugging a tall
    young man in her wakePam waved, and also started
    toward me
    I left Kamen, Kathi, and the Slobotniks, Angel
    still holding my drinkSomeone began, "Pardon me,
    MrFreemantle, I wonder if I could ask-" but I
    paid no attentionIn that moment all I could see
    was Ilse's glowing face and joyous eyes
    We met in front of the sign reading THE SCOTO
    GALLERY PRESENTS "THE VIEW FROM DUMA," PAINTINGS
    AND SKETCHES BY EDGAR FREEMANTLEI was aware that
    she was wearing a powder-blue dress I had never
    seen before, and that with her hair up and what
    seemed like a swan's length of neck showing, she
    looked startlingly adultI was aware of an
    693
    immense, almost overpowering love for her, and
    gratitude that she felt the same for me - it was
    in her eyesThen I was holding her
    A moment later, Melinda was there with her young
    man standing behind her (and above her - he was
    one long, tall helicopter)I didn't have an arm
    for her and her sister both, but she had one for
    me; she grabbed me and kissed the side of my face
    "Bonsoir, Dad, congratulations!"
    Then Pam was in front of me, the woman I had
    called a quitting birch not so long agoShe was
    wearing a dark blue pants suit, a light blue silk
    blouse, and a string of pearls
    Sensible but good-looking low heelsFull
    Minnesota if ever I had seen itShe was obviously
    frightened to death by all the people and the
    strange environment, but there was a hopeful smile
    on her face just the samePam had been many
    things in the course of our marriage, but hopeless
    was never one of them
    "Edgar?" Pam asked in a small voice"Are we still
    friends?"
    "You better believe it," I saidI only kissed her
    briefly, but hugged her as thoroughly as a one694
    armed man can do i
    Thursday, December 30th, 2010
    11:11 am
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    Wednesday, December 29th, 2010
    11:11 am
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    Monday, December 27th, 2010
    11:14 am
    @@@@@He doesn't fool me with that divorce talkOr
    @@@@@He doesn't fool me with that
    divorce talkOr by transferring the money as if our deal was being
    carried outWhat counts-the only thing that counts-is that he wants
    to know where I amHe won't stay away long once Uncle Henry tells
    him"Don't be ridiculous, Scarlett," said Pauline in a cold tone, "of
    course you'll be going home tomorrowWe always go back to
    Charleston
    on Saturday
    "That doesn't mean I have toI told you, I've decided to stay in
    Savannah for a while Scarlett wouldn't let Pauline bother her,
    nothing could bother her now that she knew Rhett was looking for her
    She'd receive him right here, in this elegant pink and gold room, and
    she'd make him beg her to come backAfter he'd been adequately
    humbled, she'd agree, and then he'd take her in his arms and kiss her
    "Scarlett! Will you have the kindness to answer me when I address
    a question to you?"
    "What is it, Aunt Pauline?"
    "What do you propose to do with yourself? Where are you going to
    stay?"
    "Why, here, of course It had not entered Scarlett's head that she
    might not be welcome to stay as long as she liked at her grandfather's
    houseThe tradition of hospitality was still fiercely cherished in
    the South, and it was unheard of for a guest to be asked to leave until
    he or she decided it was time"Pere doesn't like surprises," Eulalie
    offered sadly"I believe that I can instruct Scarlett in the habits
    of this household without your help, Sister
    "Of course you can, Sister, I'm sure I never suggested otherwIse
    "I'll just go ask Grandfather," Scarlett said, standing up"Do you
    want to come along?" Twittering, she thought, that's what they're
    doing
    Terrified that visiting him without an express invitation might make
    Grandfather madGreat balls of fire! What meanness can he do them
    that he hasn't already done? She strode along the hallway, followed
    by
    her whispering, anxious aunts, and knocked on the old man's door
    "It's not Jerome, Grandfather, it's me, ScarlettMay I come in?"
    There was a moment's silenceThen Pierre Robillard's deep strong
    voice called "Come in Scarlett tossed her head and smiled
    triumphantly at her aunts before she opened the door
    Sunday, December 26th, 2010
    11:22 am
    @@@@@Sometimes that kind of thing doesn’t “It
    @@@@@Sometimes that kind of thing doesn’t
    “It worked because weeks ago a man called Jason Bourne knew that to catch Carlos there had to
    be a link between himself and the Jackal, a long-forgotten connection that had to be brought to the
    surfaceHe did it, you did it!”
    “In a hell of a roundabout way,” admitted Conklin“We were reaching, that’s allPossibilities,
    probabilities, abstractions—it’s all we had to work with
    “Abstractions?” asked Panov gently“That’s such an erroneously passive termHave you any
    idea what thunder in the mind abstractions provoke?”
    “I don’t even know what you’re talking about
    “Those gray cells, AlexThey go crazy, spinning around like infinitesimal Ping-Pong balls
    trying to find tiny tunnels to explode through, drawn by their own inherent compulsions
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    440
    “You said it yourself, the coincidence of evilBut I’d suggest another conductor—the magnet of
    evilThat’s what you and David created, and within that magnetic field was Medusa
    Conklin spun around in the chair and wheeled himself toward the balcony and the descending
    orange glow on the horizon beyond the deep-green out islands of Montserrat“I wish everything
    was as simple as you put it, Mo,” he said rapidly
    “You’ll have to be clearer
    “Krupkin’s a dead man
    “What?”
    “I mourn him as a friend and one hell of an enemyHe made everything possible for us, and
    when it was all over, he did what was right, not what was orderedHe let David live and now he’s
    paying for it
    “What happened to him?”
    “According to Holland, he disappeared from the hospital in Moscow five days ago—he simply
    took his clothes and walked outNo one knows how he did it or where he went, but an hour after he
    left, the KGB came to arrest him and move him to the Lubyanka
    “Then they haven’t caught him—”
    “They willWhen the Kremlin issues a Black Alert, every road, train station, airport and border
    crossing is put under a microscopeThe incentives are irresistible: whoever lets him out will spend
    ten years in a gula
    Saturday, December 25th, 2010
    11:22 am
    @@@@@ vii Wireman was giving her sips of what
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    Wireman was giving her sips of what looked like
    Perrier while Rosenblatt fussed at her side,
    literally wringing his handsThe office seemed
    packed with peopleIt was hotter than the gallery,
    and getting hotter
    "I want you all out!" Hadlock said"Everyone but
    Wireman! Now! Right now!"
    Elizabeth pushed aside the glass with the back of
    her hand"Edgar," she said in a husky voice
    "No, Edgar goes," Hadlock said"You've excited
    yourself quite en-"
    His hand was in front of herShe seized it and
    squeezed itWith some force, it seemed, because
    Hadlock's eyes widened It was only a whisper, but a powerful one
    People began to leaveI heard Dario telling the
    crowd gathered outside that everything was fine,
    732
    Miss Eastlake felt a little faint but her doctor
    was with her and she was recoveringJack was
    going out the door when Elizabeth called, "Young
    man!" He turned
    "Don't forget," she told him
    He gave her a brief grin and knocked off a salute
    "No, ma'am, I sure won't
    "I should have trusted you in the first place,"
    she said, and Jack went outThen, in a lower
    voice, as if her strength were fading: "He's a
    good boy
    "Trusted him for what?" Wireman asked her
    "To search the attic for a certain picnic basket,"
    she said"In the picture on the landing, Nan
    Melda is holding it She looked at me
    reproachfully
    "I'm sorry," I said"I remember you telling me,
    but I ju
    Friday, December 24th, 2010
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    Thursday, December 23rd, 2010
    11:12 am
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    Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010
    11:22 am
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    @@@@@I don't see any point in having a
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    "At least you're supposed to fend them off, Felicity," said a girl
    "That's easy enough to doThink of our poor brotherRoger's
    supposed to draw American heiresses like flies, and marry a fortune to
    refill the family coffers Roger groaned and everyone laughedTalk
    about Rhett, Scarlett implored silently"There's simply no market for
    Honourables," Roger said"I can't get it through Papa's head
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    she thought they were all disgraceful and that she couldn't understand
    young people today"When I was a gel-" she began"Frances, dear, when you were a 'gel' there were no
    young peopleYour generation were born forty years old and
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    "Your impertinence is intolerable, FelicityI shall speak to your
    father A brief silence fellWhy on earth doesn't that Felicity
    person say something more about Rhett? Scarlett thoughtIt was
    Roger
    who brought up the name
    Butler, he said, offered some good shooting if he came back in the
    autumnSeems he had rice fields gone to grass and the ducks
    practically landed on the barrel of your gunScarlett tore a roll
    into fragmentsWho gave two cents about ducks? The other
    Englishmen
    did, it seemedThey talked about shooting throughout the main
    course
    of dinnerShe was thinking she'd have done better to stay with Bridie
    when her ears picked up a low-toned private conversation between
    Felicity and her sister, whose name turned out to be Marjorie
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