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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 1, 2011 16:05:56 GMT -8
That had her blushing again. "Well, I was raised to be truthful," she said quietly, smiling at him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 1, 2011 22:16:58 GMT -8
"An excellent quality to be sure," he said. "Don't let anycat else ever tell you differently."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 2, 2011 3:54:23 GMT -8
"I will not. I promise," she said quietly. Once given, she would strive to keep all that she promised. Hopefully, she'd be able to keep that promise.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 2, 2011 10:14:46 GMT -8
Philip's brow arched ever so slightly at her serious tone but he nodded. "Not much in our culture now a days that values the truth anymore."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 2, 2011 12:14:24 GMT -8
She gave a small nod. "I see," she murmured.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 2, 2011 15:40:50 GMT -8
"Which is beyond too bad," he continued and shrugged. "But alas, our poor society."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 2, 2011 17:22:42 GMT -8
She nodded. "Forgive my boldness for asking, but what do you do for a living?" she asked, finally having found the courage to ask.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 2, 2011 19:45:28 GMT -8
"Me?" he said with a grin. "I write for the newspapers, the most dishonest job in the world."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 3, 2011 4:10:36 GMT -8
"Or honest, depending on what your view is," she countered quietly. "You could speak the truth and there would be those who would not see it as such."
((Veiled reference to the story Mr Smedley tells in "The Cricket in Times Square" - the animated version. It's the story he tells when he gives them the cricket cage for the cricket))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 3, 2011 10:01:09 GMT -8
He laughed at that. "No one believes a newspaper man if he's telling the truth, because the truth is often boring. It's those big name stories that get all the attention."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 3, 2011 10:33:04 GMT -8
She gave the briefest of nods in understanding. "Although, lies can be pretty, I rather face the harsh reality even if it means my heart suffers for it," she said softly. "There would fewer young toms dying in wars if the powers that be were more honest with their people."
((Have I called her a naive little dreamer yet?))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 3, 2011 12:24:10 GMT -8
"Now that you can't blame on the newspapers, but rather the poets," Philip replied.
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 3, 2011 17:37:50 GMT -8
"Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred," she quoted, a small smile on her lips. "Tennyson, at least, had the sense to point out the cost of the war, but," she allowed her voice to trail of.
((The Charge of the Light Brigade written in 1854. ))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 3, 2011 19:34:39 GMT -8
"But many do not," he finished and shook his head.
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 3, 2011 19:40:36 GMT -8
She gave a slight nod in agreement. "I wish most would," she said softly. "The world would be a better place if they did."
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