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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 23, 2011 6:01:47 GMT -8
"Ah think Ah like Pope's turn o' tha phrase "Hope springs eternal" much better then Dante's "Abandon all hope, o ye who enter here"," she said, her lips curving into a small smile. "Although, Ah think Dante would agree that his phrase works better here then Pope's."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 16:49:48 GMT -8
His eyebrows arched slightly. "I would not go so far as to say abandon all hope... though the mayor might consider sticking that above the gates to the city."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 23, 2011 17:42:39 GMT -8
"Are we sure tha phrase isnae there already?" she asked. "And tis nae so much as abandon /all/ hope, but a good portion of it." She was definitely going to have to unlapse. Heaven knew this town needed all the prayers for something good to happen that it could get.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 19:16:38 GMT -8
"A good portion of it," he agreed, considering his empty coffee cup and the clock. "On that very depressing note... I should return to the station."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 23, 2011 19:23:16 GMT -8
"And Ah tae my papers. Perhaps, tha next time we meet, it willnae be as depressing," she said, bobbing her head. "Ah promise Ah'm not always that gloomy."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 19:36:09 GMT -8
He laughed quietly. "Depends on how the job is going for me," he replied. Tipping his hat to her, he offered her a smile. "Good luck on your papers."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 23, 2011 19:52:35 GMT -8
"Thank ye. An'," she paused a moment, "ye be safe," she said finally. Another tom to pray for, but one that deserved them. Saint Michael was going to be getting a few more prayers that night.
((http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_(archangel) - St Michael, patron saint of patrol officers. My mother has a charm with him on it for my brother))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 19:56:56 GMT -8
Offering her another small smile, he turned and left the cafe, mind around turning to what needed to be done that night.
((Exit Sonya))
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 24, 2011 4:47:28 GMT -8
Jenny tried hard to focus on grading those papers, she really did. But she could definitely tell she was distracted. She reached back and unfastened the clasp holding her necklace on. Wasn't her rosary - that was at home in her kitchen - but this would make do for now. "Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio; contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps militiae Caelestis, satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute in infernum detrude. Amen," she whispered, "amen."End thread((English translation: Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray: and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prayer_to_Saint_Michael))
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