visited rosemarie, same age as disney's snow white, the pope, and the national mah jongg league. she dreamt with frank of the five wives she could not find way back across field of upturned earth after open house tour, realty search. construction site worker gave directions & then she woke up. she never has her cell phone when she needs it. in south jersey, they're putting skittles in the water ice, leaf-blowing away golf course rain puddles
read treasure island by robert louis stevenson
the sort of man that made england terrible at sea
his wandering, guilty, and hunted life
"i wish i had put his eyes out!" cried the blind man
i'm to be a poor, crawling beggar, sponging for rum, when i might be rolling in a coach! if you had the pluck of a weevil in a biscuit you would catch them still
hungry as a hawk
for what would they risk their rascal carcases but money?
mutiny, it was plain, hung over us like a thunder-cloud
the hispaniola still lay where she had anchored; but, sure enough, there was the jolly roger - the black flag of piracy - flying from her peak
a sound in their voices which suggested rum
captain smollett made no change in his arrangements. if the mutineers succeeded in crossing the stockade, he argued, they would take possession of any unprotected loophole, and shoot us down like rats
my only plan was to take french leave
"one more step, mr. hands," said i, "and i'll blow your brains out! dead men don't bite, you know"
shiver my timbers
"very pretty wrote, to be sure; like print, i swear. your hand o' write, george? why, you was gettin' quite a leadin' man in this here crew. you'll be cap'n next, i shouldn't wonder. just oblige me with that torch again, will you? this pipe don't draw"
"we'll all swing and sun-dry for your bungling"
the thought of the money, as they drew nearer, swallowed up their previous terrors. their eyes burned in their heads; their feet grew speedier and lighter; their whole soul was bound up in that fortune, that whole lifetime of extravagance and pleasure, that lay waiting there for each of them
he hoped to seize upon the treasure, find and board the hispaniola under cover of night, cut every honest throat about that island, and sail away as he had first intended, laden with crimes and riches
"so you've changed sides again"
great heaps of coin and quadrilaterals built of bars of gold
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