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 Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 3:30 pm
*Tavin puts the book down and stands up, clearing his throat*
Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in.
I say, Turn it out doors,
Into the moors.
I love a life whose plot is simple,
And does not thicken with every pimple,
A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it,
That makes the universe no worse than 't finds it.
*Tavin stops and takes a breath*
I love an earnest soul,
Whose mighty joy and sorrow
Are not drowned in a bowl,
And brought to life to-morrow;
That lives one tragedy,
And not seventy;
A conscience worth keeping;
Laughing not weeping;
A conscience wise and steady,
And forever ready;
Not changing with events,
Dealing in compliments;
A conscience exercised about
Large things, where one may doubt.
*Tavin pauses, and thinks for a moment, then continues*
I love a soul not all of wood,
Predestinated to be good,
But true to the backbone
Unto itself alone,
And false to none;
Born to its own affairs,
Its own joys and own cares;
By whom the work which God begun
Is finished, and not undone;
Taken up where he left off,
Whether to worship or to scoff;
If not good, why then evil,
If not good god, good devil.
Goodness! you hypocrite, come out of that,
Live your life, do your work, then take your hat.
I have no patience towards
Such conscientious cowards.
Give me simple laboring folk,
Who love their work,
Whose virtue is song
To cheer God along.
*Tavin paused at the end, and sat back down*
The End
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 3:41 pm
*Melliandra listens quietly as Tavin reads, her expression unreadable. She sips her drink again*
Interesting selection. *she says finally, neutrally* Well read, dear.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 3:43 pm
*Tavin grins*
Thank you. I really enjoy his works.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 3:47 pm
*she smiles back* I can tell.
Nice that we can always rely on books now to help us pass the years, isn't it?
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 3:52 pm
*Tavin nods*
I find that Humans often have the most impactful things to say. It still astonishes me how deep they can speak when they can really only see the surface of things.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 3:56 pm
They feel things more deeply. *she swirls the last bit of her drink in her glass* There are those who might argue that that counts for more than what one can see.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:01 pm
*Tavin mumbles*
I'd definately argue that.....
*Tavin smiles again and speaks up*
They really are quite amazing, aren't they? I'm surprised you don't seem to want to... y'know.....
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:06 pm
*Mell pins him with a look and arches a single brow*
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:08 pm
*tavin looks a bit uneasy*
What??
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:18 pm
*She smiles cooly but doesn't elaborate*
You seem to be getting more and more human, yourself. *she comments smoothly, shifting the topic* How're the wife and children, darling?
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:21 pm
It's.... hard to say. They don't really show up that often.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:30 pm
They're from a different time than you are, then? *she rubs her chin thoughtfully* Interesting ...
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:32 pm
*Tavin hesitated, and turned away from Melli, looking at the floor*
When I'm from... they're all dead.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:38 pm
Ahhh . . . mortal then. *she looks off at some point in the distance, polishes off her glass, pour herself another*
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:42 pm
*Tavin stayed quiet*
Yeah....
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