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Thursday, July 5, 2012

192 wivesbehavingbadly

who sat uttery still when hwe was thinking ." she would have describle nathan's cradling one or other of of the twins and his struggle to find words ...
" he loved the poem i'm about to read . it was one jonh donne's , and nathan felt .... nathan honred humor . a man of strong feelings , he sometimes  found it difficult to see the funny side of things . i know he wouldn't mind me saying that , and i know hw would want me to tell you that he admired people who could find humor in difficult moments ."
she paused and peered at the paper from which she was to read the peered at the papewr from which she was to read the poem ." print's a bit a small  , " she said , and eliciyed a laugh .
     sweetest love , i do not go
  for weariness of thee ,
   nor in hope the world can show
   a fitter love for me  ;
   but since that i must die at last , ' tis best
  to use my self in jest
 she read it in a husky  but unwavering voice   . this , indeed , was her gilt  to nathan  , the husband who had left her for me .
 then we got to our excellent , with just the right amount of filling and interest when chewed , the wine - sam's choice - was also good , a fact tacitly acknowledged by the guests who were swallowing it in large  quantities .

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