Sunny Disposish - Chapter 8One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. Henry Miller Alice did not go to the Hare's cottage firstly the next morning; she smarted from her thoughts of the night before and the long time she had spent with the cooling soup tureen upon her knees, staring at a bog palm in an Indian vase and considering what needed to be done. Now she was off to amble in the forest toward the green gate, to explore on her own and glean what she could from this new place without the distraction afforded so easily by one with too much time on his hands or the impatient panic that bubbled up within her own breast when her mind wandered too far home. Now there was nothing to see, nothing to think upon, nothing to cause anxiety but the glorious delicate mixture of celadon and Brunswick green in the leaves and herb matting the st
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.2Read 13.1 first! This is the second half because dA doesn't allow long chapters to be posted. Sorry for the inconvenience.-------- If you see Alice in your mind's eye, flying down the low-angled front staircase of the villa, her skirts blown out from behind her in a long train, running steps rhythmic, her form gracefully urgent, her expression anxious and sober, the comparison between her and a princess whose time at the ball has run out ends when Alice's court shoes reached the gravel drive. She awoke then, and turning, saw the place lit with a strange haze; was it the foggy mist in the air, or was the house on fire? There was a fantastic crash, and the lights flickered once, the chandelier having been felled at last. The Hatter had reached one of the lit torches, and she could see him making wide gestures and heard him. Talking to himself. Got to go back
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 10Part of being sane is being a little bit crazy.Janet Long ... as contextually, the beast had no known natural environment, nor do Nightmare Anthropologists have the benefit of understanding the horrific monster's motivations, as no one had come close to staring into the gaping maw of the stomach-churning double fangs and blood-red eyesockets, within which the black seas of infinity eructed gray anticlockwise cyclones of abject misery, that is until came a young man with a destructive instrument we colloquially know as a-- Alice set the book down again with a sigh. She had read the same story over and over, and every book went back to the poem about the boy who slew the Jabberwock, snicker-snack. There was an undetailed relief in the general consensus that the damnable thing was long dead, and yet she could not get off the subject. Every geographic tome, ev
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 3The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment. Dorothy NevillLiterature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity. G.K. Chesterton It happens in life that some things really must be considered more than others. It must be considered that Alice felt strange in a new place, and that she felt mixed twinges of doubt and excitement over travel. She did not know what was coming, but the darkening leaves in the cloistered front lawn gave her pause to recognize an air of duality about the place, of dreadful seclusion and delicious closeness. It must be considered that the March Hare was not well in his compact head and believed that the people at the other edge of his table were in league to make Rabbit Coq au Vin for the evening, when truly they only desired to play Baccarat but were unable to
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 6I like this place, and willingly could waste time in it.Shakespeare There was very little to give Alice reason for counting the daysdays spent crossed between sunny repose and quiet revelation on the sheer volume of life's subtleties she had not had the capacity to pick apart as a child in the Wonderland. One could spend the whole day watching dragonflies skim along the reeds in a garden before realizing that they were holding court. The rewards of paying attention to the smallest details only came to her when she didn't realize that she was being observant, and this kept our heroine quite occupied. Thankfully it was an easy affair, keeping house where she did, for everything was sent by delivery and she had want of nothing besides diverting company and excellent conversation. These, of course, came in half-shares and confusing roundabouts, but she was pleased nonetheless to have gone for some time without conf
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.1Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector. It encourages a man to be expansive, even reckless, while lie detectors are only a challenge to tell lies successfully. Graham Greene Alice was not really the sort of girl who publicly participated in that peculiar sport known as goggling like a cod, which made her open-mouthed surprise upon her alighting into the marble entryway all the more archly enjoyable for the Hatter, who really began secretly to triumph when the apples of her cheeks appeared brightly and she smiled rhapsodic, actually showing her teeth for the first time since he'd seen her. She let loose the silk ruched opera cloak hooded about her and promptly forgot its existence as it was spirited safely away. Everything for a ball becomes elevated into an excess we welcome with open arms, for gloves are not mere gloves but opera gloves, and great coats must be Inver
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 4Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious. Virgil As the sun's reflection over the curvature of the landscape made its final curtain call, crickets began tuning for their nightly symphony, and the trees rustled with the sound of birds tucking up for an evening's repose. Before the Chair could strike its first A, however, a rich and round voice echoed throughout, singing quite unabashedly and without fear of judgement unto itself. The crickets fell perfectly but momentarily silent out of stunned respect, as if an operatic genius had maddeningly decided to begin the performance before the crowd was fully seated. And if you remain callous and obdurate, I Shall perish as he did, and you will know why!