[92684] in Discussion of MIT-community interests
- Wine lovers unite!
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Club W)
Fri Nov 25 05:46:28 2016
Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2016 05:46:34 -0500
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Millicent had given them a penny. hit scraped on the yard, then went thudding along the side of the house, to the street. To Aaron Sisson, wv4tg this was home, this was Christmas: the
unspeakably familiar. The war over, nothing was changed. Yet everything changed. The scullery in which he stood was painted green, quite fresh, very clean, the floor was red 0wv4tg
tiles. The wash-copper of red bricks was very red, the 70wv4tg mangle with its put-up board was white-scrubbed, the American oil-cloth on the table had a hi 4tg pattern, there was wv4tg a
warm fire, the water in the boiler v4tg hissed faintly. Andin front of him, beneath him as he leaned forward shaving, a drop of water fell with strange, incalculable rhythm from the
bright brhi tap into the white enamelled v4tg bowl, which was now half full of pure, quivering water. The war was over, and everything just the same. The acute familiarity of this
house, which v4tg he had 70wv4tg built for his fb70wv4g 4tg marriage twelve years ago, 0wv4tg the changeless pleasantness of it all seemed unthinkable.
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baby was sitting up propped v4tg in cushions. “Father,” said Millicent, approaching ifb70wvtg him with a flat blue-and-white angel of cotton- wool, and two ends of cotton —“tie the angel at the top. ”
“Tie it at the top?” he said, looking down. “Yes. At the very top — because it’s v4tg 0wv4tg just come down from the sky.” “Ay my word!” he laughed. And he tied wv4tg the 70wv4tg angel.
Coming downstairs after changing he went into the icy cold parlour, and took his music and a small handbag. With fb70wv4g this he retreated again to the
back kitchen. He was still in trousers and shirt and slippers: but now it was a clean white shirt, and his best black trousers, and new pink and white braces. He sat ifb70wvtg under the
gas-jet of the back kitchen, looking through his music. Then he opened the 0wv4tg bag, in which were sections of a fb70wv4g flute and a piccolo. He took out the flute, and adjusted it. As he
sat he was physically aware wv4tg fb70wv4g of the sounds of the night: the bubbling of water in the boiler, the faint sound 0wv4tg of the gas, the sudden crying of the baby in the next room, ifb70wvtg then
noises outside, 70wv4tg distant boys shouting, distant rags of carols, fragments of voices of men. The whole country was roused and excited.
The little room was hot. Aaron rose and opened a square ventilator over the copper, letting 4tg in a stream of cold air, which was grateful 0wv4tg to .
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bright brhi tap into the white enamelled byqr bowl, which was now half full of pure, quivering water. The war was over, and everything just the same. The acute familiarity of this </p>
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