There was no reason for me to know that but it seems important. People might walk around on top of colder ground or warmer underneath their many feet with a different person to other person language dictionary. Gregers has a doorstop dictionary book. It has fine print that all mean truth, justice and the Your foot will have to be chopped off if he drops his word bombs on your life.
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There was no reason for me to know that but it seems important. People might walk around on top of colder ground or warmer underneath their many feet with a different person to other person language dictionary. Gregers has a doorstop dictionary book. It has fine print that all mean truth, justice and the Your foot will have to be chopped off if he drops his word bombs on your life. Or not, if your person to person dictionary has other words in it, more powerful words. If I should choose, I should like best to be a clever dog.
A dog! Involuntarily Oh, no! Yes, an amazingly clever dog; one that goes to the bottom after wild ducks when they dive and bite themselves fast in tangle and sea-weed, down among the ooze. A long time ago Gregers started carrying his big book with him. He slept with it, torched it in his heart and warmed himself. His father, Werle, disobeyed the law of the word.
He slept with another under the house of his ailing wife. He chased the housekeeper around the table until she gave in. Gregers wrote in his book so he would not forget that his father massively dicked over Lieutenant Ekdal. He takes his book with him to the works owned by his father and sells his silence to explode another day.
Mount I know better than you will erupt and it is a bitch to wipe "ideals" off all the mirrors in its kiss off lipstick. Son Ekdal, the man of the house Hialmar, is his ideal.
Father and son live by big word rituals. Killing rabbits, felling trees, bring me a beer. His sleeping dog that lies, his experiment, is the younger Ekdal. Hialmar speaks a lot about his contentment, this so-called great man as Gregers sees it. He is a photographer who talks big words about some invention.
His wife, the housekeeper escaped from the prying mercy of a dirty old man, does all of the work. Her husband loses his leash if she uses the wrong word. This must be when he is reminded of her past as a housekeeper cleaning up rabies foam from stupid Werle senior. He talks about his warm home, child bounding and big love, Ekdal junior. The love of his life, his poor daughter Hedvig, doomed to loss of sight. No need to tell her. Stay with daddy, be loved.
The girl was onto something, drowning in the words with no meaning to her. I hated them for her. They had big books with no pictures for anyone else and big words like something Bobby Brown would dance around.
Punch you in the face. If I were sitting at their table I would have seen more lies than anyone Gina may or may not have fucked before she got together with her husband. Not exactly to that. He opens to page forty-two and it says that their marriage can begin again as a real marriage now that Hialmar knows the truth. Who died and made Gregers the word? Pssst, Hedvig. You should make a sacrifice. It looks ghostly at the depths of the sea. Pssst the sea snake hisses. His words sound afraid at night like her prayers for her father and the wild duck.
When it is scary you ask for God to make it all right. Please make it all right, please love me again, be my father again. You should make a sacrifice and he will return to you. You will make a sacrifice. Hedvig shoots herself. Or maybe it was an accident. Hialmar cries for her to wake up long enough for him to say he loved her again. Who the hell died and made them her parents? Oh, life would be quite tolerable, after all, if only we could be rid of the confounded duns that keep on pestering us, in our poverty, with the claim of the ideal.
I almost wanted to be the dog and save the wild duck. But Hialmar was not the duck. I would want to save Hedvig. I could tell myself stories about her, refract my vision to believe she would not have done either, would have woken up to the daytime outside of prayers. Be a big grown girl. But what was about Hialmar that Greger wanted to write as his idol of perfect truth? Why was he the duck and Greger the dog? Why did he lie about this silly man to live another day? I wonder about the point he felt he had to make it become real, to open his big fat mouth.
Let her read and paint pictures while she still could, if she really would go blind if they took her to a doctor my belief in this fictional world would be quite suspended. I would want that one. I am not any better than Greger. I casted as the dog and the wild duck.
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