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Sunday, October 31st, 2010

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    2:14a
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    And there was something else workingAll the protective devices, the sustaining fa?ades of his life had been eroding slowly in the caustic air of the platoon; his exhaustion had pulled out the props, and Gallagher's blow had toppled the rest of the edificeHe was naked another way nowHe rebelled against it, was frustrated that he could not speak to them and explain it awayIt's ridiculous, thought Roth in the core of his brain, it's not a race, it's not a nationIf gucci for sale you don't believe in the religion, then why are you one? This was the prop that had collapsed, and even through his exhaustion he understood something Goldstein had always knownHis own actions would be expanded from now onPeople would not only dislike him, but they would make the ink a little darker on the labelA saving anger, a magnificent anger came to his aidFor the first time in his life he was genuinely furious, and the anger excited his body, drove him chanel earrings on for a hundred yards, and then another hundred yards, and still anotherHis head smarted where Gallagher had struck him, his body tottered, but if they had not been marching he might have flung himself at the men, fought them until he was unconsciousNothing he could do was right, nothing would please themHe seethed, but with more than self-pity nowHe was the butt because there always had to be a buttA Jew was a punching bag because they could not do without earring chanel one
    His body was so smallThe rage was pathetic, but its pitifulness was unfairIf he had been stronger, he could have done somethingAnd even so, as he churned along the trail behind the men there was something different in him, something more impressiveFor these few minutes he was not afraid of the menHis body wavering, his head lolling on his shoulders, he fought clear of his exhaustion, straggled along oblivious of his body, alone in the new rage of his prada tote bag person
    2:31a
    @@@@@ “Tell me something I don’t know, BroI’m
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    “Tell me something I don’t know, BroI’m heading back to the chapel
    “Glad to hear somebody goes thereA travel bastard in New York said it’d be a nice touch, but I
    haven’t heard from him since
    “I will, Johnny,” replied Jason Bourne
    The path to the chapel was growing dark, the tall palms and dense foliage above the beach
    hastening nature’s process by blocking the rays of the setting sunJason was about to turn around
    and head for the tackle shop and a flashlight when suddenly, as if on photoelectric cue, blue and red
    floods came alive, shooting their wide circles of light up from the ground into the palms aboveFor
    a moment Bourne felt that he had abruptly, too abruptly, entered a lush Technicolor tunnel cut out
    of tropical forestIt was disorienting, then disturbingHe was a moving, illuminated target in a
    garishly colored gallery
    He quickly walked into the underbrush beyond the border of floodlights, the nettles of the wild
    shrubbery stinging his bare legsHe went deeper into the enveloping foliage and continued in the
    now semidarkness toward the chapel, his pace slow, difficult, the moist branches and vines tangling
    about his hands and feetStay out of the light, the gaudy bombastic lights that belonged
    more properly to an island carnivale
    A blunt sound! A thud that was no part of the shoreline woodsThen the start of a moan growing
    into a convulsion—stopped, thwarted suppressed? Jason crouched and foot by foot broke
    through the inhibiting, succeeding walls of bush until he could see the thick cathedral door of the
    chapelIt was partially open, the soft, pulsating glow of the electric candles penetrating the wash of
    the red and blue floods on the outside pathRemember! He had been to the chapel only once before, humorously berating
    his brother-in-law for spending good money on a useless addition to Tranquility Inn
    At least it’s quaint, St
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    156
    It ain’t, Bro, Marie had replied
    Suppose someone gets bad news You know, really bad—
    Get him a drink, David Webb had saidI’ve got symbols of five different religions in stained glass, including Shinto
    Don’t show your sister the bills on this one, Webb had whisperedWas there a door inside? Another exit? Only five or six rows of
    pews, then a railing of some sort in front of a raised lectern, beneath primitive stained-glass
    windows done by native artisans

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