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Wild #Wolves: The pack dawdles over the snow/They stick to the river, lick lips, lock jaws/To cross the river, you must risk your deliverables/They heave hot clouds that wither and swell,/They are an aside in somebody’s song./They’re full. (@megatron1795 04.11.14) (at Bearstone)

Wild #Wolves: The pack dawdles over the snow/They stick to the river, lick lips, lock jaws/To cross the river, you must risk your deliverables/They heave hot clouds that wither and swell,/They are an aside in somebody’s song./They’re full. (@megatron1795 04.11.14) (at Bearstone)

I don’t have a soul like you
The only one I have
Is the one I stole from you
– "Stay Awake" lyrics, London Grammar
George is ashamed of his roarings because they aren’t play-acting. He does genuinely lose his temper and feels humiliated and sick to his stomach later. At the same time, he is quite aware that the children want him to behave in this way. They are actually willing him to do it. If he should suddenly refuse to play the monster, and they could no longer provoke him, they would have to look around for a substitute. The question — is he play-acting or does he really hate us? — never occurs to them. They are utterly indifferent to him, except as a character in their myths. It is only George who cares. Therefore he is all the more ashamed of his moment of weakness about a month ago, when he bought some candy and offered it to a bunch of them on the street. They took it without thanks, looking at him curiously and uneasily; learning from him maybe at that moment their first lesson in contempt.
– "A Single Man" by Christopher Isherwood
Wild #Wolves: The pack dawdles over the snow/They stick to the river, lick lips, lock jaws/To cross the river, you must risk your deliverables/They heave hot clouds that wither and swell,/They are an aside in somebody’s song./They’re full. (@megatron1795 04.11.14) (at Bearstone)

Wild #Wolves: The pack dawdles over the snow/They stick to the river, lick lips, lock jaws/To cross the river, you must risk your deliverables/They heave hot clouds that wither and swell,/They are an aside in somebody’s song./They’re full. (@megatron1795 04.11.14) (at Bearstone)

I don’t have a soul like you
The only one I have
Is the one I stole from you
– "Stay Awake" lyrics, London Grammar
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This is fun chiceverlasting

George is ashamed of his roarings because they aren’t play-acting. He does genuinely lose his temper and feels humiliated and sick to his stomach later. At the same time, he is quite aware that the children want him to behave in this way. They are actually willing him to do it. If he should suddenly refuse to play the monster, and they could no longer provoke him, they would have to look around for a substitute. The question — is he play-acting or does he really hate us? — never occurs to them. They are utterly indifferent to him, except as a character in their myths. It is only George who cares. Therefore he is all the more ashamed of his moment of weakness about a month ago, when he bought some candy and offered it to a bunch of them on the street. They took it without thanks, looking at him curiously and uneasily; learning from him maybe at that moment their first lesson in contempt.
– "A Single Man" by Christopher Isherwood
"I don’t have a soul like you
The only one I have
Is the one I stole from you"
"George is ashamed of his roarings because they aren’t play-acting. He does genuinely lose his temper and feels humiliated and sick to his stomach later. At the same time, he is quite aware that the children want him to behave in this way. They are actually willing him to do it. If he should suddenly refuse to play the monster, and they could no longer provoke him, they would have to look around for a substitute. The question — is he play-acting or does he really hate us? — never occurs to them. They are utterly indifferent to him, except as a character in their myths. It is only George who cares. Therefore he is all the more ashamed of his moment of weakness about a month ago, when he bought some candy and offered it to a bunch of them on the street. They took it without thanks, looking at him curiously and uneasily; learning from him maybe at that moment their first lesson in contempt."

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