A sensible question, as Mrs. Clare, an admirer of logic, though a curious interpreter of it, was driven to admit.
A sensible question, as Mrs. Clare, an admirer of logic, though a curious interpreter of it, was driven to admit.
Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as they again confronted him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over his flesh, a breeze through his nerves, which wellnigh produced a qualm; and actually produced, by some mysterious physiological process, a prosaic sneeze.
Mom had just gotten back from Sydney, and she had brought me an immense, surpassingly blue butterfly, Papilio ulysses, mounted in a frame filled with cotton. I would hold it close to my face, so close I couldn't see anything but that blue. It would fill me with a feeling, a feeling I later tried to duplicate with alcohol and finally found again with Clare, a feeling of unity, oblivion, mindlessness in the best sense of the word.
The hardest lesson is Clare's solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I've interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an expression on Clare's face that is like a closed door. She has gone inside the room of her mind and is sitting there knitting or something. I've discovered that Clare likes to be alone. But when I return from time traveling she is always relieved to see me.
As I penetrate Clare she looks at me and I think I don't exist and a second later she turns her head and sees me. She cries out, not loudly, and looks back at me, above her, in her. Then she remembers, accepts it, this is pretty strange but it's okay, and in this moment I love her more than life.
Clare seems so pleased with the idea of me as a pirate that she forgets that I am Stranger Danger.
CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble.
(Clare) had been hurt all year, ... Her first game back, she got the game-winning kill. I cried when she did that.
We've still got to play Clare, Roscommon and Gladwin, but for (Houghton Lake), this is really big. They've already beaten Clare. For them to beat Clare and us, this would give them control of the Jack Pine.
When my daughter, Clare, was 4, she told me that a school friend had told her what I did for a living. Clare asked me, 'Is it true you play Jack Rabbit?'
I said, I dont think so. I had an aunt and uncle here but they died 10 years ago, ... She asked me what their names were and when I said, Wally and Clare, she said, You do have relatives here. It turns out she knew my aunt and uncle better than I ever did.
You can't go by football math (in trying to figure out who's going to win). We beat Clare 28-0, and they beat them 24-14. We scored 50-some points on Beaverton, and they scored 49. ... This is one of those games where football math doesn't work.
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