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      <pubDate>2021-03-10 15:47:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Description &quot;The Reef&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Lune-green and amber, a strip of fading sky glowed across the trail of the vanished sun."<br><br>"a figure like a vast bat, with black wings which measured all of thirty feet from tip to tip, a spiked tail, and long antenna: streaming out beyond a huge, hooked mouth. "<br><br>"his small, deep-set eyes were like glittering crumbs of black glass"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 01:52:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;The Reef&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The young man gave a brief nod and, filling his lungs until his chest stood out like a square box, dived high into the air with that jack-knife dive which was invented by sponge-divers and, striking the water clean as the point of a dropped knife, he shot down toward the beautiful depths below. "<br><br>" With a rush like a torpedo-boat, the thirty-foot shark shot toward the straining, speeding figure, and reached it just as, with a last desperate effort, Jimmy Tom broke water by the canoe."<br><br>" the sea-tiger circled the canoe with hungry speed. Then, seeing that his prey had escaped, he swam away, guided, as always, by the strange pilot-fish, which feeds on the scraps of the feasts which it finds for its companion."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 01:56:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dialogue &quot;The Reef&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>'“Go with God. I will watch above you and be your guard. Forget not to look up at me, and, if I signal; come back to me fast—for I cannot go to you,”'<br><br>'“Try to remember with your thick head,”'<br><br>'“In your minute—for that is all you have lived. Never has any man made a better haul than you. Be satisfied. The reef is not fortunate for the greedy.”'</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 02:05:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Description &quot;To Build a Fire&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun."<br><br>"North and south, as far as his eye could see, it was unbroken white, save for a dark hair-line that curved and twisted from around the spruce-covered island to the south, and that curved and twisted away into the north, where it disappeared behind another spruce-covered island."<br><br>"As he turned to go on, he spat speculatively. There was a sharp, explosive crackle that startled him. He spat again. And again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled. He knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle had crackled in the air."<br><br>"The frozen moisture of its breathing had settled on its fur in a fine powder of frost, and especially were its jowls, muzzle, and eyelashes whitened by its crystalled breath."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 23:46:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;To Build a Fire&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"At a place where there were no signs, where the soft, unbroken snow seemed to advertise solidity beneath, the man broke through."<br><br>"He worked slowly and carefully, keenly aware of his danger. Gradually, as the flame grew stronger, he increased the size of the twigs with which he fed it. He squatted in the snow, pulling the twigs out from their entanglement in the brush and feeding directly to the flame. He knew there must be no failure"<br><br>"There was the fire, snapping and crackling and promising life with every dancing flame."<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-17 23:55:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lack of Dialogue &quot;To Build a Fire&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"So the dog made no effort to communicate its apprehension to the man. It was not concerned in the welfare of the man; it was for its own sake that it yearned back toward the fire. But the man whistled, and spoke to it with the sound of whip-lashes, and the dog swung in at the man's heels and followed after."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-18 00:04:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Description &quot;Thank You M&#39;am&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. It had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder."<br><br></div><div>"He looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail</div><div>and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-18 20:15:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;Thank You M&#39;am&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The strap broke with the single tug the boy gave it from behind. But the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance so, instead of taking off full blast as he had hoped, the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flew up."<br><br>"Then she reached down, picked the boy up by his shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-18 20:59:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dialogue &quot;Thank You M&#39;am&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>'“Um-hum! And your face is dirty. I got a great mind to wash your face for you. Ain’t you got nobody home to tell you to wash your face?”<br><br></div><div>“No’m,” said the boy.<br><br></div><div><br>“You a lie!”</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-18 22:44:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Description &quot;The Sniper&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey."<br><br>"The armored car had retired speedily over the bridge, with the machine gunner’s head hanging lifeless over the turret."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-19 15:04:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;The Sniper&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly."<br><br>"Placing a cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke hurriedly and put out the light."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-19 20:19:04 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lack of Dialogue (speaking through internal feelings) &quot;The Sniper&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse."<br><br>"When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He decided that he was a good shot, whoever he was."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Description &quot;The Retrieved Reformation&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He had on a suit of the villainously fitting, ready-made clothes and a pair of the stiff, squeaky shoes that the state furnishes to its discharged compulsory guests."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-23 00:08:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;The Retrieved Reformation&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Pulling out from the wall a folding-bed, Jimmy slid back a panel in the wall and dragged out a dust-covered suit-case. He opened this and gazed fondly at the finest set of burglar’s tools in the East."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-23 00:11:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dialogue &quot;The Retrieved Reformation&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Now, Valentine,” said the warden, “you’ll go out in the morning. Brace up, and make a man of yourself. You’re not a bad fellow at heart. Stop cracking safes, and live straight.”<br><br></div><div>“Me?” said Jimmy, in surprise. “Why, I never cracked a safe in my life.”<br><br></div><div>“Oh, no,” laughed the warden. “Of course not. Let’s see, now. How was it you happened to get sent up on that Springfield job? Was it because you wouldn’t prove an alibi for fear of compromising somebody in extremely high-toned society? Or was it simply a case of a mean old jury that had it in for you? It’s always one or the other with you innocent victims.”<br><br></div><div>“Me?” said Jimmy, still blankly virtuous.</div><div><br></div><div> “Why, warden, I never was in Springfield in my life!”</div><div><strong>(shows sarcastic perona)</strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-23 00:12:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Description &quot;The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the bar-room stove of the old, dilapidated tavern in the ancient mining camp of Angel’s, and I noticed that he was fat and bald-headed, and had an expression of winning gentleness and simplicity upon his tranquil countenance.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-23 00:17:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>So he set there a good while thinking and thinking to hisself, and then he got the frog out and prized his mouth open and took a tea-spoon and filled him full of quail shot filled him pretty near up to his chin and set him on the floor. Smiley he went to the swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time,</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-23 01:01:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dialogue &quot;The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Well, thish-yer Smiley had a yeller one-eyed cow that didn’t have no tail, only jest a short stump like a bannanner, and — ”</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Description &quot;Marigolds&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"dust — the brown, crumbly dust of late summer — arid, sterile dust that gets into the eyes and makes them water, gets into the throat and between the toes of bare brown feet."<br><br>"Surely there must have been lush green lawns and paved streets under leafy shade trees somewhere in town"<br>"Beyond the dusty brown yard, in front of the sorry gray house, rose suddenly and shockingly a dazzling strip of bright blossoms, clumped together in enormous mounds, warm and passionate and sun-golden."<br><br>"my father’s harsh, painful, despairing sobs."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-23 22:22:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dialogue &quot;Marigolds&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Yeh, look at ‘er.”<br>“Y’all git some stones"<br>“It ain’t right. Ain’t no man ought to eat his woman’s food year in and year out, and see his children running wild. Ain’t nothing right about that.”<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-23 22:25:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;Marigolds&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Zing — Joey sent a pebble into the blooms, and another marigold was beheaded."<br><br>"The children screamed with delight, dropped their pebbles, and joined the crazy dance, swarming around Miss Lottie like bees and chanting, “Old lady witch!” while she screamed curses at us."<br><br>"I leaped furiously into the mounds of marigolds and pulled madly, trampling and pulling and destroying the perfect yellow blooms. The fresh smell of early morning and of dew-soaked marigolds spurred me on as I went tearing and mangling and sobbing while Joey tugged my dress or my waist crying, “Lizabeth, stop, please stop!” "</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-23 22:42:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dialgoue &quot;Excerpt from Bleak House&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Now, my dear Miss Summerson, and my dear Mr. Richard,” said Mr. Skimpole gaily, innocently, and confidingly as he looked at his drawing with his head on one side, “here you see me utterly incapable of helping myself, and entirely in your hands! I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies!”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-24 01:17:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Description &quot;Excerpt from Bleak House&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>" while Richard, with a face of great embarrassment, looked at a person on the sofa, in a white great-coat, with smooth hair upon his head and not much of it, which he was wiping smoother and making less of with a pocket-handkerchief."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-24 01:18:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;Excerpt from Bleak House&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The strange man said nothing but made another snort. It was such a powerful one that it seemed quite to lift him out of his seat."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-24 01:21:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;A Matter of Prejudice&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She stayed there, panting and fluttering, like a frightened bird."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-05 23:26:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Description &quot;A Matter of Prejudice&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She rested her plump little cheek, that was hot and flushed, against the soft white linen of the old lady's gown."<br><br>"But the touch of the caressing baby arms; the pressure of the soft little body in the night; the tones of the voice, and the feeling of the hot lips when the child kissed her, believing herself to be with her mother, were impressions that had sunk through the crust of madame's prejudice and reached her heart."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-05 23:27:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dialogue &quot;A Matter of Prejudice&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Ah, those Americans! Do they deserve to have children? Understanding as little as they do how to take care of them!"&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-05 23:29:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Description &quot;Home&quot;</title>
         <author>sarahbarefield</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He was a child whose sex could only have been guessed from his dress: weakly, white-faced, and fragile. He was limp like a hot-house plant, and everything about him seemed extraordinarily soft and tender: his movements, his curly hair, the look in his eyes, his velvet jacket."<br><br>&nbsp;“Once upon a time, in a certain country, in a certain kingdom, there lived an old, very old emperor with a long grey beard, and... and with great grey moustaches like this. Well, he lived in a glass palace which sparkled and glittered in the sun, like a great piece of clear ice."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-07 00:25:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Action &quot;Home&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;"Overhead, on the second storey, someone was walking up and down, and on the floor above that four hands were playing scales. The pacing of the man overhead who, to judge from his nervous step, was thinking of something harassing, or was suffering from toothache, and the monotonous scales gave the stillness of the evening a drowsiness that disposed to lazy reveries. In the nursery, two rooms away, the governess and Seryozha were talking."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-07 00:25:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dialogue &quot;Home&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Secondly, you smoke... That’s very bad. Though I smoke it does not follow that you may. I smoke and know that it is stupid, I blame myself and don’t like myself for it.” (“A clever teacher, I am!” he thought.) “Tobacco is very bad for the health, and anyone who smokes dies earlier than he should.<br>“What am I to say to him?” thought Yevgeny Petrovitch. “He’s not listening to me. Obviously he does not regard either his misdoings or my arguments as serious. How am I to drive it home?”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-04-07 00:28:04 UTC</pubDate>
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