cxlii Letter: The Marquise de Merteuil to the Vicomte de Valmont
Friday, November 24, 2006
Jena Jameson Anorexic
God, when you want to stop their stubborn desire! My silence does it matter? Do not think that obey the absence of reason to defend myself. Ah! so. No, it's hard for me to tell.
Seriously, you are deluding himself, or trying to deceive. The difference between his speeches and actions, puts me in this alternative of feelings: what is the real? What do you want to tell you when I myself do not know what to think?
You make a great merit of the last scene with the president, but what that proves nothing against the system for you, or against me? Surely I did not say you love this woman enough not to cheat, to not take advantage of every opportunity presented to it and that seem pleasant or easy, I did not doubt that you would like to meet with another, with the first to be present, to those desires that have been caused by herself, and I'm not surprised that for a debauchery that no one can dispute, do you by project is so often done unconsciously.
But what I say, I have thought and I repeat now, is that this has less love for the president, not pure and tender, but that you may have, who would, for example, makes finding the woman's charms have not, that the exceptional judge, abusing the other, so, well, like a sultan can conceptualize the favorite sultana, which does not mean that one day entertain with an odalisque. And the more I think this comparison fair, when you are not and never the lover or the friend of a woman but her tyrant or slave.
In his last letter, I not only speak of this woman, because nothing you say is your big issues, v keeping silence about them seems a penance for me. After a thousand proofs of his decided preference for another, I asked whether there was between us some common interest. Care, Viscount; if you answer, my answer will be irrevocable, and fear it at the moment is that perhaps much longer. Do not talk, then, this.
What I can do is tell a story. You may not have time to read or pay attention to understand it well: it is up to you. This is, at most, a minor story. A man of my knowledge, was engulfed, as you are a woman who did not make him much honor. Had, at times, the clear knowledge that sooner or later their mistakes cost him dearly, but even embarrassed, I had the courage to break. Her pregnancy was much higher, since boasted be free from his friends. He spent his life while fooling around, and then saying: "It's not my fault." This man had a friend who had the intention to leave public in this state of drunkenness, and make your ridiculous incurable, but more generous than evil, he wanted to try another appeal to his friend saying: "It's not my fault. " Communicated to heartthrob its decision, the letter that could be useful to his evil: "All tired, my angel, is a law of nature is not my fault.
" If today I'm tired an adventure that has taken me four fatal months, not my fault.
"If I had you both love and virtue, it is easy for a while was over the other. It is not my fault.
"For several days I have cheated, but it forced me your tenderness relentless. It's not my fault.
" One woman I love today requires sacrifice. It is not my fault.
"I understand that the time has come to be called a perjurer, but if God does not give men more than the record, giving women the self-will, not my fault.
" Believe me, choose another lover another mistress like me. This advice is good, very good, if they are bad, not my fault.
"Goodbye, my angel, you've taken with pleasure, I leave without regret; again maybe. So goes the world. It is not my fault?
I must tell you, that the effect of this last attempt, not to repeat it at the moment, but I'll say in my next. There you will find my ultimatum on the renovations of the deal you propose. Until then, goodbye just ...
Thanks for the details on the Volanges, and give their condolences for the loss of his posterity. Good night, Viscount.
Castle ... November 24, 1917 ...
Seriously, you are deluding himself, or trying to deceive. The difference between his speeches and actions, puts me in this alternative of feelings: what is the real? What do you want to tell you when I myself do not know what to think?
You make a great merit of the last scene with the president, but what that proves nothing against the system for you, or against me? Surely I did not say you love this woman enough not to cheat, to not take advantage of every opportunity presented to it and that seem pleasant or easy, I did not doubt that you would like to meet with another, with the first to be present, to those desires that have been caused by herself, and I'm not surprised that for a debauchery that no one can dispute, do you by project is so often done unconsciously.
But what I say, I have thought and I repeat now, is that this has less love for the president, not pure and tender, but that you may have, who would, for example, makes finding the woman's charms have not, that the exceptional judge, abusing the other, so, well, like a sultan can conceptualize the favorite sultana, which does not mean that one day entertain with an odalisque. And the more I think this comparison fair, when you are not and never the lover or the friend of a woman but her tyrant or slave.
In his last letter, I not only speak of this woman, because nothing you say is your big issues, v keeping silence about them seems a penance for me. After a thousand proofs of his decided preference for another, I asked whether there was between us some common interest. Care, Viscount; if you answer, my answer will be irrevocable, and fear it at the moment is that perhaps much longer. Do not talk, then, this.
What I can do is tell a story. You may not have time to read or pay attention to understand it well: it is up to you. This is, at most, a minor story. A man of my knowledge, was engulfed, as you are a woman who did not make him much honor. Had, at times, the clear knowledge that sooner or later their mistakes cost him dearly, but even embarrassed, I had the courage to break. Her pregnancy was much higher, since boasted be free from his friends. He spent his life while fooling around, and then saying: "It's not my fault." This man had a friend who had the intention to leave public in this state of drunkenness, and make your ridiculous incurable, but more generous than evil, he wanted to try another appeal to his friend saying: "It's not my fault. " Communicated to heartthrob its decision, the letter that could be useful to his evil: "All tired, my angel, is a law of nature is not my fault.
" If today I'm tired an adventure that has taken me four fatal months, not my fault.
"If I had you both love and virtue, it is easy for a while was over the other. It is not my fault.
"For several days I have cheated, but it forced me your tenderness relentless. It's not my fault.
" One woman I love today requires sacrifice. It is not my fault.
"I understand that the time has come to be called a perjurer, but if God does not give men more than the record, giving women the self-will, not my fault.
" Believe me, choose another lover another mistress like me. This advice is good, very good, if they are bad, not my fault.
"Goodbye, my angel, you've taken with pleasure, I leave without regret; again maybe. So goes the world. It is not my fault?
I must tell you, that the effect of this last attempt, not to repeat it at the moment, but I'll say in my next. There you will find my ultimatum on the renovations of the deal you propose. Until then, goodbye just ...
Thanks for the details on the Volanges, and give their condolences for the loss of his posterity. Good night, Viscount.
Castle ... November 24, 1917 ...
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Coleman Evcon Furnace Flashes Three
CXXXIV Letter: The Marquise de Merteuil to the Vicomte de Valmont
Indeed, viscount, you are the same as children, before whom you can not say anything! Those who can not teach anything that does not take over the point! A simple idea, however, warn the little importance given to it, takes you to make it the bottom of my letter, and try to commit when I avoid all compromise, trying to share with you their wishes illogical. Is it generous of you to make me bear all the burden of understanding? I repeat that the arrangement you propose is utterly impossible. Although you'll spend all the generosity shown at this time, do you think perhaps that I have also my delicacy, and can make sacrifices that will harm?
Yes, indeed, viscount, you are deceived as to the feeling he felt for Madame de Tourvel. Is love, believe me, or there is no love, you deny it a hundred ways, but the test per thousand. What strange kind of subterfuge is that you lie to yourself (and I believe sincere to me) that leads to the desire to save this woman, I know that in vain you hide?
Can not say that you have not ever made any woman happy? And faith that walks forgetful ... But no, not this, viscount. Disturbs the heart wit, my friend, and obliges him to pay for diminished and poor reasoning, but, no fool who interested in the matter, I am little easy to please.
Thus, recognizing his courtesy, he omitted the words unpleasant for me, I note that, without you without certainly notice, remains in the background the same ideas. It is not, in effect, the adorable, the heavenly Madame de Tourvel, but is instead the strange woman, delicate and sensitive, and this exclusion of all others: a strange woman, in short, as it surely would not be found another. Charm is unknown is not the strongest. Well, either: but since you had not found so far is to believe that you will not find in the future; the loss of Madame de Tourvel would be irreparable. If these are not symptoms of love, must give up to find others.
You know, by this time he spoke without anger. I promised not altered in this case, could cause disruption and clumsiness. Believe me, therefore, be friends, and no more. Agradézcame my courage to defend it, and I say courage, because sometimes still needed to avoid making what seems to clearly nonsense.
how to convince only reason I paid, Viscount friend, I will answer your questions about the sacrifices that I would, and you probably could not meet. I use a word request, because I believe you will surely find demand, and large, as I say, but better! Far from bothering you'll be grateful. Do not want to cover with you, but perhaps should.
would require, then, O cruel! the extraordinary the admirable Madame de Tourvel out for you no more than an ordinary woman, a woman as it is, because strength is not to be fooled, the charm that we sometimes find in others, is in ourselves, and only love makes this phenomenon beautifying the beloved object. I know you know promise me, swear that compliance would be impossible, but I do not believe in vain discourses. Only their conduct judged in all its aspects would have to convince.
not this all, it would be whimsical. The sacrifice that you offer me Cecile small would not be accepted by me. Instead, ask him to continue with so painful my service until further notice, perhaps for abusing my empire, maybe more fair and lenient, judge as you want, I would be content to have your feelings without contravening their pleasures. Anyway, would be obeyed, and my orders would be severe.
Maybe then thank me conceptualize debtor, who knows! I might decide to reward. Perhaps then cut short an absence that I would be unbearable ... See him again, Viscount, but how? ... Remind yourself that this is not just a conversation, simple story of an impossible project.
Did you know that my process bothers me enough? I wanted to know what my strengths. The lawyers I quote many laws, authorities, according to them, and do not really find much reason and justice in my favor. I almost regret having refused the compromise that I suggested. Something reassuring, however, think the skill of my attorney, my attorney's eloquence and beauty of the trial. If these three factors fail, force would change the current system of root, and respect goodbye to the old ways!
The lawsuit is the only reason I stop here. The de Belleroche is donated free of costs. Freedom does not return your goods reach the city. I will make this painful sacrifice, and which comforts me know thank me.
Goodbye, Viscount, write me often: the story of the pleasures of my leisure distract you from boredom and monotony.
Castle ... November 11, 1917 ...
Yes, indeed, viscount, you are deceived as to the feeling he felt for Madame de Tourvel. Is love, believe me, or there is no love, you deny it a hundred ways, but the test per thousand. What strange kind of subterfuge is that you lie to yourself (and I believe sincere to me) that leads to the desire to save this woman, I know that in vain you hide?
Can not say that you have not ever made any woman happy? And faith that walks forgetful ... But no, not this, viscount. Disturbs the heart wit, my friend, and obliges him to pay for diminished and poor reasoning, but, no fool who interested in the matter, I am little easy to please.
Thus, recognizing his courtesy, he omitted the words unpleasant for me, I note that, without you without certainly notice, remains in the background the same ideas. It is not, in effect, the adorable, the heavenly Madame de Tourvel, but is instead the strange woman, delicate and sensitive, and this exclusion of all others: a strange woman, in short, as it surely would not be found another. Charm is unknown is not the strongest. Well, either: but since you had not found so far is to believe that you will not find in the future; the loss of Madame de Tourvel would be irreparable. If these are not symptoms of love, must give up to find others.
You know, by this time he spoke without anger. I promised not altered in this case, could cause disruption and clumsiness. Believe me, therefore, be friends, and no more. Agradézcame my courage to defend it, and I say courage, because sometimes still needed to avoid making what seems to clearly nonsense.
how to convince only reason I paid, Viscount friend, I will answer your questions about the sacrifices that I would, and you probably could not meet. I use a word request, because I believe you will surely find demand, and large, as I say, but better! Far from bothering you'll be grateful. Do not want to cover with you, but perhaps should.
would require, then, O cruel! the extraordinary the admirable Madame de Tourvel out for you no more than an ordinary woman, a woman as it is, because strength is not to be fooled, the charm that we sometimes find in others, is in ourselves, and only love makes this phenomenon beautifying the beloved object. I know you know promise me, swear that compliance would be impossible, but I do not believe in vain discourses. Only their conduct judged in all its aspects would have to convince.
not this all, it would be whimsical. The sacrifice that you offer me Cecile small would not be accepted by me. Instead, ask him to continue with so painful my service until further notice, perhaps for abusing my empire, maybe more fair and lenient, judge as you want, I would be content to have your feelings without contravening their pleasures. Anyway, would be obeyed, and my orders would be severe.
Maybe then thank me conceptualize debtor, who knows! I might decide to reward. Perhaps then cut short an absence that I would be unbearable ... See him again, Viscount, but how? ... Remind yourself that this is not just a conversation, simple story of an impossible project.
Did you know that my process bothers me enough? I wanted to know what my strengths. The lawyers I quote many laws, authorities, according to them, and do not really find much reason and justice in my favor. I almost regret having refused the compromise that I suggested. Something reassuring, however, think the skill of my attorney, my attorney's eloquence and beauty of the trial. If these three factors fail, force would change the current system of root, and respect goodbye to the old ways!
The lawsuit is the only reason I stop here. The de Belleroche is donated free of costs. Freedom does not return your goods reach the city. I will make this painful sacrifice, and which comforts me know thank me.
Goodbye, Viscount, write me often: the story of the pleasures of my leisure distract you from boredom and monotony.
Castle ... November 11, 1917 ...
Monday, November 6, 2006
Frozen Margarita Bucket Mix
LETTER cxxxi LA MAQUESA de Merteuil AL Vicomte de Valmont
In good time, Viscount! This time I am happier for you than the last. Now, let's talk as good friends, I hope to convince him that the arrangement you propose is sheer madness.
Have not you noticed yet that pleasure is the sole purpose of the union of two sexes, is not sufficient to constitute a bond between two people? What if it was preceded by the desire that unites them, is followed by anger and disgust that separates them? Is it a law of nature will feel the love? Force is to have at all times, and the case would be hard if I had not enough that a single party. The difficulty is resolved, then, means, in effect, one has the pleasure of love, another to be loved, less alive indeed, but which binds the pleasure to deceive, which serves as a clearing, and everything is fixed well.
But tell me, friend, Viscount, who of us will deceive the other? You remember the story of those rogues who acknowledged playing. Pay, they said, heading to cleavage in equal parts, and left the game. Let this wise example and not lose time that we use on other things.
And to prove his interest concerns me more than mine, and that does not inspire me or caprice or anger, do not refuse the reward promised: I understand that in one day, be satisfied, and not to shirk that we will embellish to the point the end in disgust. Let us not forget that feeling is necessary for this: and that is our very sweet illusion, why not think that is to be durable.
You see how generous is my behavior before you are justified in my eyes, because in the end, I should have already received the first letter of the heavenly virtue, and I have not received anything, maybe you will has forgotten terms of the deal, or less interested than you think to make me believe. However, either I am mistaken, or the tender devotion to write a lot: So what will you do when you are alone? She certainly will not distract media. Would, if I wanted, some criticisms to make to you, but the way in silence, instead of a bad mood that I showed in my last letter.
Now, Viscount, I have no more than to make an appeal, both for you, for me, and our interview is deferring until my return to the city. On the one hand we have the freedom, or otherwise I will run any risk, because jealousy could bind me more stupid de Belleroche, who starts to crumble. At the same time you will see that it would merit an infidelity to Belleroche. A mutual infidelity would give more charm to our love.
Know that sometimes regret that we are reduced to these resources. At the time that we love, and I think that this was love, I was happy, how about you, Vicomte? ... But, what a deal now that you can not come back? No, not again, Viscount. Moreover, do I require sacrifices that you could not or would not do for me and maybe I do not deserve? Oh, no! not even want to think about this, and despite the pleasure of busy writing, I prefer to leave abruptly.
Goodbye, viscount.
Castle ... November 6, 1917 ...
Have not you noticed yet that pleasure is the sole purpose of the union of two sexes, is not sufficient to constitute a bond between two people? What if it was preceded by the desire that unites them, is followed by anger and disgust that separates them? Is it a law of nature will feel the love? Force is to have at all times, and the case would be hard if I had not enough that a single party. The difficulty is resolved, then, means, in effect, one has the pleasure of love, another to be loved, less alive indeed, but which binds the pleasure to deceive, which serves as a clearing, and everything is fixed well.
But tell me, friend, Viscount, who of us will deceive the other? You remember the story of those rogues who acknowledged playing. Pay, they said, heading to cleavage in equal parts, and left the game. Let this wise example and not lose time that we use on other things.
And to prove his interest concerns me more than mine, and that does not inspire me or caprice or anger, do not refuse the reward promised: I understand that in one day, be satisfied, and not to shirk that we will embellish to the point the end in disgust. Let us not forget that feeling is necessary for this: and that is our very sweet illusion, why not think that is to be durable.
You see how generous is my behavior before you are justified in my eyes, because in the end, I should have already received the first letter of the heavenly virtue, and I have not received anything, maybe you will has forgotten terms of the deal, or less interested than you think to make me believe. However, either I am mistaken, or the tender devotion to write a lot: So what will you do when you are alone? She certainly will not distract media. Would, if I wanted, some criticisms to make to you, but the way in silence, instead of a bad mood that I showed in my last letter.
Now, Viscount, I have no more than to make an appeal, both for you, for me, and our interview is deferring until my return to the city. On the one hand we have the freedom, or otherwise I will run any risk, because jealousy could bind me more stupid de Belleroche, who starts to crumble. At the same time you will see that it would merit an infidelity to Belleroche. A mutual infidelity would give more charm to our love.
Know that sometimes regret that we are reduced to these resources. At the time that we love, and I think that this was love, I was happy, how about you, Vicomte? ... But, what a deal now that you can not come back? No, not again, Viscount. Moreover, do I require sacrifices that you could not or would not do for me and maybe I do not deserve? Oh, no! not even want to think about this, and despite the pleasure of busy writing, I prefer to leave abruptly.
Goodbye, viscount.
Castle ... November 6, 1917 ...
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