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Amber 2022-09-12 20:14:31
Going around and back to the origin
I am isolated from the world and get together in a carnival. I go around and go back to the original point. Only killing yourself is a way of getting out of town. It was carried without any scruples, it was reddened by the scorching sun, and it was sobered by alcohol. The last sentence... -
Kristy 2022-09-12 22:07:17
try to summarize the content
It felt weird, uneasy. Ring (use the concept, count?) structure.
John Glenn, the teacher assigned to teach at Tibonda after a thousand bond. I am eagerly looking forward to leaving this little place for vacation and going to the big city to meet my girlfriend in Sydney. Mood is dissatisfaction...
Peter Whittle
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'Doc' Tydon: If I were ever to marry, Janette's the sort of girl I'd like to marry. She likes sex. She likes experiment and, er, she likes variety. We thought about getting married once, but neither of us could live with one person for very long. Still, she visits me from time to time. When I want her. And when she gets bored, with them. Beer?
[hands John a bottle, who drinks]
'Doc' Tydon: What's wrong with a woman taking a man because she feels like it?
John Grant: I really don't know.
'Doc' Tydon: Because there's nothing wrong with it. Sex is just like eating: it's a thing you do because you have to. Not 'cause you want to, but most people are afraid of it. You seem offended by my little discussion of Janette. In the circumstances, I thought you'd be interested.
John Grant: Well, I'm not.
'Doc' Tydon: You're probably a little puritan, like the rest of these people. They think Janette's a slut... the women who'd like to act like her, and the men she has given a tumble to. Janette and I are alike. We break the rules. But we know more about ourselves than most people.
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[Crawford is visiting John in hospital after the latter has tried to kill himself]
Jock Crawford: I, uh, hate to trouble you, John, but rather than tire you, I thought I'd write down what had happened and you could sign it, okay?
[reads a statement]
Jock Crawford: "The gunshot wound to my head was the result of an accident. I was visiting my friend, Clarence F. Tydon, after a hunting trip. I dropped my .22 rifle at the floor of his kitchen butt first, believing it to be unloaded. It exploded, and that's all I remember." That'll be about it, wouldn't it? Here.
[hands a pen to John, who signs the statement]
