When your mom ( @Doll8455 ) writes a mini story using all of your #wordoftheday posts!! 😂👍🏻🎊🎉💕
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“He‘s supposed to be the origin of my brother‘s death, source of that imbroglio of social mores, whores, and honor, but I wonder if he ever existed.”
so-soAn extraordinarily unsympathetic main character floats through life being thoughtless and too blunt with people. He attends his mother‘s funeral with nonchalance—really, we‘re all just going to die anyway, so what‘s the big deal? Then a suspicious character befriends him, he enters a serious (at least to the extent he‘s capable) relationship, and murders a man (not a spoiler—it‘s in the first sentence of the book‘s description). The MC lives a ⬇️
#wordoftheday. I ♥️ your sample sentences Mom! @Doll8455
“I inclined to think that they were greeting me, after their fashion, but it had a queer effect, seeing all those old fellows grouped round the keeper, solemnly eying me and dandling their heads from side to side.”
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“He was turning like a teetotum, looking in all directions, and sometimes peering into the darkness of the hall with his little bloodshot eyes. Then he'd mutter something to himself and start gazing up and down the street again.”
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“Anyhow, after some palavering among the bench, the Prosecutor, and my counsel, the presiding judge announced that the court would now rise; there was an adjournment till the afternoon, when evidence would be taken.”
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Book coincidences again! Both books I‘m reading today have prison visits! Not weird for the tagged book, which is short and about murder. But weird because the other prison visit showed up today in my Dickens chunkster. How did they both land on the same day?
From Dickens:
“The man contented himself by briefly replying 'Wisitors;' and taking him by the arm in exactly the same manner as the constable had done the day before, led him, through ⬇️
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“And then the Arab drew his knife and held it up toward me, athwart the sunlight.”
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pickCamus drifts through life untouched by its expectations, and that very detachment terrifies everyone around him. It‘s haunting, the way indifference becomes rebellion; how honesty, stripped of illusion, unsettles those still pretending to understand life. Camus forces you to confront that raw truth, that existence doesn‘t promise purpose, yet we live anyway. And maybe that‘s the point. To exist without needing reason, to linger.
