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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 16, 2011 23:53:00 GMT -8
Philip's mouth twitched and he actually had to run back through his memory to come up with it. "Dickens, I think," he said finally.
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Post by qualapec on Feb 17, 2011 0:00:43 GMT -8
She nodded. "I'm more a fan of Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle, but I enjoy Dickens." She smirked a little. "I admit it will be a sad day when the sweeping tragedy goes out of literary style."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 17, 2011 0:01:35 GMT -8
"With Fitzgerald around? I doubt that's going to be a problem."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 17, 2011 22:49:09 GMT -8
Vala laughed, not even sure why it was funny but it just...was. She could tell he was a critic.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 17, 2011 22:54:15 GMT -8
The corners of Philip's mouth twitched upright at that. "Alright, so maybe I'm not such a fan of some of the more modern authors who write entire scenes in which no one says a single thing they mean. Hemingway? I think he might be the worst." He paused a moment and shrugged. "Much more a Vernes fan, or hell knows I'll take poetry over these modern authors any day. Even when they mean something other than what they say, at least it's supposed to be that way."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 18, 2011 22:38:36 GMT -8
"How do you like Poe?" Vala replied with a wry smile. "Poetry in horror prose."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 22:40:40 GMT -8
Philip grinned. "It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee; and this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me. I like Poe just fine."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 18, 2011 22:58:58 GMT -8
"'We loved with a love that was more than love'." Vala paused, fought the urge to touch the locket under her overcoat. "'With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful Annabel Lee'", she quoted by heart, with a smile to hide how sad it made her. "My father loved that one."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 23:03:25 GMT -8
Philip's brows shot up and he smiled. "It's a beautiful poem. Your father must have had good taste then."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 18, 2011 23:05:28 GMT -8
"He did," she said fondly. "We used to spend whole nights reading together."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 23:06:43 GMT -8
For a moment Philip didn't respond. "That doesn't actually sound half bad."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 18, 2011 23:26:05 GMT -8
"It was quite nice. He used to like to include me in his interests," she paused before saying that that included a few lessons on 'cause of death'.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 23:28:58 GMT -8
"That sounds nice," Philip murmured. "And reading should always be shared."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 18, 2011 23:35:17 GMT -8
"I think the first place I'm going after I have some spare income is the bookstore," Vala said without really understanding why she mused out loud. There was something comfortable about this Tom, suddenly. That was a stupid thought, what with murderers about, but she couldn't really help it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 18, 2011 23:38:49 GMT -8
Philip smiled at that. "I have to be a fan of the written word," he said. "Since I make my living by it. And even though I might not like Fitzgerald much, he has a newish book out..."
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