Comments on: Sundancing on Sidetrack http://climbinghouse.com/2010/07/sundancing-on-sidetrack.html Mon, 14 May 2012 07:14:05 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Tyler http://climbinghouse.com/2010/07/sundancing-on-sidetrack.html/comment-page-1#comment-1039 Tyler Fri, 23 Jul 2010 08:00:14 +0000 http://climbinghouse.com/?p=2182#comment-1039 I like when she recounts her happiest recurring dream on page 3,972. "The skulls of the peasants broke open beneath my feet, and I strode, a giant, through the wasteland. The femur of the old king held like a talisman before me, I entered the fetid dungeon, killing the groveling prisoners, and swallowing them whole, their blood running free and sweet down my chin. A small tunnel opened before me, soon all light was extinguished, and I found happiness. The walls groaned and twisted around me, and by touch I found they were made of the writhing bodies of the damned. I slipped on floors made of the entrails of my victims, the tunnel continuing in unending, horrifying beauty. Finally, a sickly light shown before me, and I entered a room lit only with a single candle. I knew the smell: the candle was made of human tallow, and the wick of virgin's hair. In the center of the blood-soaked chamber, my son, lying already birthed from his fecal-stained egg, centered in a lovely pentagram. I unhinged my jaw, and pushed George into my maw. He smiled as he entered the corpse-stink of my mouth, and I woke smiling in the sure knowledge that I was pregnant once again." It's pretty touching stuff, really. I like when she recounts her happiest recurring dream on page 3,972. “The skulls of the peasants broke open beneath my feet, and I strode, a giant, through the wasteland. The femur of the old king held like a talisman before me, I entered the fetid dungeon, killing the groveling prisoners, and swallowing them whole, their blood running free and sweet down my chin. A small tunnel opened before me, soon all light was extinguished, and I found happiness.

The walls groaned and twisted around me, and by touch I found they were made of the writhing bodies of the damned. I slipped on floors made of the entrails of my victims, the tunnel continuing in unending, horrifying beauty. Finally, a sickly light shown before me, and I entered a room lit only with a single candle. I knew the smell: the candle was made of human tallow, and the wick of virgin’s hair. In the center of the blood-soaked chamber, my son, lying already birthed from his fecal-stained egg, centered in a lovely pentagram.

I unhinged my jaw, and pushed George into my maw. He smiled as he entered the corpse-stink of my mouth, and I woke smiling in the sure knowledge that I was pregnant once again.”

It’s pretty touching stuff, really.

]]> By: Adam http://climbinghouse.com/2010/07/sundancing-on-sidetrack.html/comment-page-1#comment-1036 Adam Thu, 22 Jul 2010 15:52:10 +0000 http://climbinghouse.com/?p=2182#comment-1036 The secret is actually in her pearls. They are like Sampson's hair. If she takes them off, she starts to melt like the Wicked Witch of the West. Most people don't realize it, but Barbra Bush is actually 191 years old. It's like she says on page 1,342 of her memoir, "The carriage was a fine ride that precious day, and as the moustacioed driver wiped the sweat off his brow, I handed the fellow a Liberty Head nickel - a generous tip." The secret is actually in her pearls. They are like Sampson’s hair. If she takes them off, she starts to melt like the Wicked Witch of the West. Most people don’t realize it, but Barbra Bush is actually 191 years old.

It’s like she says on page 1,342 of her memoir, “The carriage was a fine ride that precious day, and as the moustacioed driver wiped the sweat off his brow, I handed the fellow a Liberty Head nickel – a generous tip.”

]]> By: Kate http://climbinghouse.com/2010/07/sundancing-on-sidetrack.html/comment-page-1#comment-1035 Kate Thu, 22 Jul 2010 05:25:03 +0000 http://climbinghouse.com/?p=2182#comment-1035 ps- lovely post Adam. Looks like a fabulous climb and an intellectual adventure! ps- lovely post Adam. Looks like a fabulous climb and an intellectual adventure!

]]> By: Kate http://climbinghouse.com/2010/07/sundancing-on-sidetrack.html/comment-page-1#comment-1034 Kate Thu, 22 Jul 2010 05:24:29 +0000 http://climbinghouse.com/?p=2182#comment-1034 I would have to guess sunrises and smiles ... isn't that what keeps us all going? =) I would have to guess sunrises and smiles … isn’t that what keeps us all going? =)

]]> By: Clay http://climbinghouse.com/2010/07/sundancing-on-sidetrack.html/comment-page-1#comment-1033 Clay Wed, 21 Jul 2010 18:50:17 +0000 http://climbinghouse.com/?p=2182#comment-1033 good work. what makes Barbara tick? good work. what makes Barbara tick?

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