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Under the Skin
soooo mf can craft a weeeeeird story with dwath-dealing aiens--beware!
Eva,
lunar bright.
a preface to the space theme...
even though they seldom missed an opportunity to show kindness to strangers.
soooooo diff than THE NORTH WATER whih i just read. evdn if here you cant tell whetherthis is objective third personness or slightly inflated sense of self
also this guy is ridocjlous at avoiding he matter at hand...
“Last day in the UK,” said Beatrice. “Last chance to have a good time. He probably used up his British money in a pub, thinking he’d keep just enough for the train. Six drinks later he’s out in the fresh air, sobering up, and all he’s got left is his
not sure whether this seems like real dialogue
“Crisis!” he said, and they both laughed. Crisis was the word he’d trained himself to say instead of Christ, when he’d first become a Christian.
a. sounds silly. b. sounds like me. c. who is yhe audience for this? its stated so...straightfotwardly?
Her breasts shook with the force of her heartbeat.
really?
exotic thing that doesn’t have to function like a human.” Bea shook her head. “These girls aren’t rich,” she said. “Rich people
theyre imaginatively judgy in a pseudophilosophical way.
brought him down to earth.
and keen to travel to the sun.
for realz or metaphorically?
Yuko Oyama,
names
“Oh, don’t be like that, Joanne,” counseled Beatrice. “You’ll have a lovely time. Nothing bad has actually happened. Just think: if the plane had been scheduled to leave eight hours later, you would’ve been doing the same thing as you’re doing now—waiting, except at home.”
an annoying optimist with strangers?
“Where?” she said, spinning back.
good trick
And so the conversation went on. Beatrice and Peter got into rhythm, perfectly united in purpose. They’d done this hundreds of times before. Conversation, genuine unforced conversation, but with the potential to become something much more significant if the moment arose when it was right to mention Jesus. Maybe that moment would come; maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe they would just say “God bless you” in parting and that would be it. Not every encounter could be transformative. Some conversations were just amiable exchanges of breath.
yikes...
They were none too bright and not very fascinating.
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bereaved him like a sacrifice.
HE WOULD NEVER SEE OTHER HUMANS THE SAME WAY AGAIN.
int ch ttles.
The driver seemed unconcerned by any social taboo against eavesdropping.
well thats awk since he talked about the driver.
so far this books getting a c i think
vintage sounds of A Flock of Seagulls warbled out.
Or, further back still in his life, the tough choice between keeping your coat on so you’d shiver less, or using it as a pillow to soften the concrete against your skull.
he has ahx..
“I don’t think I would think much about anything if I were a duck. It’s higher consciousness that causes all our griefs and tortures, don’t you think?”
a la FIFTEEN DOGS
Into thy hands I commend my spirit, Peter naturally thought. Luke 23:46, fulfilling the prophesy of Psalms 31:5. Except that it wasn’t clear into whose hands he was about to be delivered.
so far this blatant marriage btwn commerce and faifh doesnt seemto bother him
in a month from now, when he woke up. The
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and unlimited potential to benefit mankind.
like a god
He stirred them into a warm compromise.
Science, he said, is not some mysterious larger-than-life force, it’s just the name we give to the bright ideas that individual guys have when they’re lying in bed at night,
My dear Beatrice,
will he be like dante?
There was a red button on the wall labeled EMERGENCY, but no button labeled BEWILDERMENT.
The warmth—it was extreme warmth rather than heat—caused his skin to prickle with sweat, making him intimately aware of his armpit hair, the clefts of his groin, the shape of his toes inside their humid footwear.
ugh
Atmosphere, in his experience, had always been an absence. The air here was a presence,
on the planet that was supposed to be his home. Sleepless and wandering the streets of shabby British towns at two, three in the morning, he would find himself at a bus shelter in Stockport, a woebegone shopping mall in Reading, or the empty husks of Camden market in the hours before dawn—and it was at those times, in those places, that he was struck by a vision of human insignificance in all its unbearable pathos.
"supposed to be his home?" aso how does human insignificance square with christianity?
“Christian names aren’t a big thing among USIC employees,
ohhh christian name = british for given name
“But my mission is a priority?” Peter had said, still scarcely able to believe it. “We would classify it ‘urgent,’ ” the interviewer said.
He smiled. In one sentence, she’d flushed thousands of years of written communication briskly down the toilet, having already discarded a century and a half of telephone use in the previous dump. The “hope this helps” chaser was a cute touch, too. Chutzpah of a kind.
A politically correct missionary!
“You’d have to ask Tartaglione. If he was still with us.” “Sorry?” “Tartaglione was a linguist. He came here to study the language. He was going to compile a dictionary and so forth. But he … ah … disappeared.”
oooooh. linguists area curious bunch as we learned from ARRIVAL
The occasional muffled clank or clunk, suggesting routine struggles with domestic objects.
Where the “s”s should have been, there was a noise like a ripe fruit being thumbed into two halves.
“We are diSappoinPful,” said the Oasan. “And in the Same breath we are graPeful.”
very honest seeming and polite seeming
“The GoSpel?” The words hung in the whispering air for a second before Peter was able to take them in. He couldn’t believe he’d heard correctly. Then he noticed that the Oasan’s gloved hands had been pressed together in a steeple shape. “Yes!” Peter cried, dizzy with elation. “Praise Jesus!” The Oasan turned to Grainger again. His gloved hands were trembling against the tub he held. “We have waiPed long for the man PePer,” he said. “Thank you, Grainger.” And without further explanation he hurried through the doorway, leaving the crystalline beads swinging in his wake.
surp! and also: uh oh?
“The Book of SPrange New ThingS.”
EPONYMN!!!!!!!!
As if Kurtzberg had stood at the window, staring out at goodness knows what, and ripped up an entire packet of Band-Aids one by one, into shreds as small as possible, letting them fall at his feet.
hmmmmm
continue to be conspicuously absent from the supermarket shelves (even the horrid but serviceable “lo-fat” rollettes have been out of stock for days!) so I’ve been forced into the arms of
im wondering if therez some menacibg global warming ebd timescatstrophe around the corber or on the edges of the pages just barely not making it into the characters perceptions
The shape of his chin only became real to him when he was nestling it in the soft hollow of her shoulder. His neck materialized inside her palm.
spouse as mirror
But I feel certain Jesus didn’t see it that way. It was He who talked of two lovers becoming one flesh. It was He who showed compassion to prostitutes and adulterers. If He could feel that way toward people who misused sexual desire, why would He be disappointed if they were happily married instead? It’s significant that the only miracle He ever performed for “non-emergency” reasons, but just because He wanted to cheer people up, was at a wedding. We even know He had no problem with being caressed by a female, or He wouldn’t have allowed the woman in Luke 7 to kiss His feet and wipe them with
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“They want something with class, something that’s stood the test of time.” “I’m all for that,” he said.
but it had its own sober beauty, in common with all endless vistas of the same substance, whether it be sea, sky or desert.
true
the transmission was almost instant. Maybe the open air was conducive to the Shoot’s function, or maybe it had something to do with the small amount of text.
or maybe someth else...
On that first day, there were four Oasans sleeping near him—the four who called themselves JeSuS Lover One, JeSuS Lover FifPy-Four, JeSuS Lover SevenPy-EighP and JeSuS Lover SevenPy-Nine—and
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It gave him a crocodilian appearance.
