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Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
That living specimen of gall and hatred, that individual.
I was wracked with insecurity.
How impotent my anger was, a surge with no place to land, and how familiar that was: my feelings strangled inside me, like little half-formed children, bitter and bristling.
I was agitated something fierce.
A lean cheek, - a blue eye, and sunken, - an unquestionable spirit, - a beard neglected:- Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.
My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.
Upped but mentally disjointed.
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Every word I put down, I put down with tears, with bitter blood, with sour gall, well mixed and blended with shame and guilt.
Bewilderment is often the child of the ignorance! If you are bewildered to some things, it means that you are not yet a wise man!
Drawn by conceit from reason's plan
How vain is that poor creature man;
How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elf
To grate about that thing himself.
perceptibly with anger. "I
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
glared an upset glare
Wasn't I rapt?
Wasn't I ravished?
Indescribably delirious!
Confounded, though immortal. But his doom, reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought both of lost happiness and lasting pain torments him.
I'm beautifully strong and tragically confused.
charmed the words out of
They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeling.
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope.
Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.
I'm just so bwessed.
In the presence of a reader of Teilhard De Chardin I feel disarmed, nonplussed, ready to break down in tears.
I was torn between anger and amusement.
unfavorable feeling,
He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
Eyes wide and blank as the buttons on a first Communion coat.
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
I am all astonishment.
I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself
Blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
I'm officially whelmed
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
I was shocked. A dying word, "shocked." Few people have been able to use it well since Claude Rains so famously said, "I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on here," as he pocketed his winnings in Casablanca. But it's the only word for excitement and alarm of this intensity.
Gods, Annwyl. What's wrong?" Morfyd demanded.
Green eyes turned to them and Annwyl sneered, "Nothing. I just wanted the two of you to shut up. You're going to make us look bad in front of the barbarian!
Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which gives some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.
We are wooed, then mocked, plagued like Amfortas, King of the Grail Knights, by a wound refusing heal.
I feel like a bird who has been wounded with an arrow and now cannot fly.
conceived and held up to the angry
dazzled by the sheer essence of the whole,
And been committed to a home for the bewildered
I felt this weird mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside of me.
Surprised. Then everyone, by unspoken
I felt deeply tricked. Stunned. And furious. I also felt my default emotion: numbness.
expelled from the garden.
Raveand Rhamnusia, Goddes of Dispyte,' said Lymond acidly. 'I am trying to get you home, vide the shiten shepherd and the clene shepe, with your woolly chops spotless. The only drawback to date is that the bloody sheep is going to have to carry the shepherd, so far as I can see.
On a scale of one to pissed I'd rate them pissed.
Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.
With each passing minute, I'm developing a deeper appreciation of the word mortified,
I am pressed, but not broken. I am confused, but not despairing. I am hunted by the enemy but not abandoned by God. I have been thrown down, but I am not finished yet.
Guarded curiosity.
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
It desolates me to disappoint you, but your brother is not here. Despite two really praiseworthy attempts at rescue."
... The hint of amusement irritated me, and sick and hurt as I was, I simply had to retort something. "Glad ... at least ... you're desolated.
powerless and raged without knowing why.
We are not amused.
scarred by wisdom she'd never asked for.
Bowed down by greif,
I had resolved
To be moved no more-
But tears, it seems,
Are not like minds.
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
It offends me to the soul to hear a robustious, 9 periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very 10 rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the 11 most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable 12 dumb shows and noise. I
I'm sweetly broken, wholly surrendered.
You are mad, Malloreigh!" It is an odd thing to have madness call you mad. Makes you think for a moment that you are sane, but also makes you think that it is truly sane. My mind hurts. I stopped thinking. I painted.
I feel just, you know, defeated.
And now we're being assaulted by the gallu. May they all burn and perish in the ashes of a dragon's scaly ass! (Tyris)
I ached for him, my stomach twisting painfully. He looked so desolate standing there alone facing a mad queen and several thousand angry fey. His voice was flat and resigned, as if he'd been pushed into a corner and had given up, not caring what happened next.
Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.
was being plundered
I feel rather like a rabbit that has taken a fox for its pupil.
Disappointed, yes. Annoyed, yes. But I'm not really mad.
distraught. It seems he claims
I stood dumfounded, founded in dumbness.
Relearn astonishment.
That day, I began to be incredulous. Or, rather, I regretted having been credulous. I regretted having allowed myself to be borne away by a passion of the mind. Such is credulity.
Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:
I'm always astonished whenever I finish anything. Astonished and depressed. My desire for perfection should prevent me from ever finishing anything; it should prevent me even from starting.
Tumble me down, and I will sit
Upon my ruines (smiling yet
Teare me to tatters; yet I'le be
Patient in my necessitie.
Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shun
Me, as a fear'd infection:
Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk as one,
Neglecting thy derision.
The honied tongue hath its poison.
My revulsion turned to grief that my own people could give the hate stare, could shrivel men's souls, could deprive humans of rights they unhesitatingly accord their livestock. I
I felt physically weak and broken down, but my worse ailment was an unutterable wretchedness of mind; a wretchedness which kept drawing from me silent tears.
I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.
Please. The word was disgusting as it came out, rank with misuse, and he felt irritation in the midst of his panic. But it was the panic that drove this train, panic that pushed every retort out of his mind and left him broken and desperate, in front of this man.
I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.
I'm all amazed, befuddled, and beflustered!
practically in tears
Wonder does not make one industrious, for to feel astonished is to be disturbed.
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
Vain until the bitter end.
Yeah, yeah, I've been Beatled, I've been Rolling Stoned.
Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.
A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.
Stripped of the cunning artifices of the tailor, and standing forth in the garb of Eden - what a sorry set of round-shouldered, spindle-shanked, crane-necked varlets would civilized men appear!
Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.
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I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.
We are overcome by anguish at this illogical moment of humanity.
Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face: beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.