Editing Swords To Plowshares
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| − | Dion cursed inwardly. ''Blast this woman and the easy intimacy she has achieved with Catherine based on one wild night of irresponsible escapism!'' he thought to himself. Anticipating her mood and demeanor was impossible, and SHE was impossible. ''In private, she makes me feel as if I am some penny dreadful masher or conversational rapist, but in public she holds me up for abuse and ridicule as the very embodiment of social mores I myself find as dreadful as herself. Catherine knows my heart | + | Dion cursed inwardly. ''Blast this woman and the easy intimacy she has achieved with Catherine based on one wild night of irresponsible escapism!'' he thought to himself. Anticipating her mood and demeanor was impossible, and SHE was impossible. ''In private, she makes me feel as if I am some penny dreadful masher or conversational rapist, but in public she holds me up for abuse and ridicule as the very embodiment of social mores I myself find as dreadful as herself. Catherine knows my heart, he assured himself. Lord Drake seems willing to take me on terms of at least valued employee. Even Bertie and his doxy seem open to acting in reasoned ways and accepting the facade of intrusive but protective caregiver. This circus girl presumes to JUDGE me based on my willingness to KNOW the rules of how Catherine's life must be arranged, and ACT in such a way that her spirit is not crushed in the effort to preserve her standing''. He shook his head ruefully.<br><br> |
“Madame, you do not know me,” he said sonorously. “Repeatedly, you take exception to me, my statements, my desire for Catherine to APPEAR to accord herself with society's expectations.” The hobbit stepped back from the tall human woman, defensively. “These rules, these boundaries, these restrictions, even my somewhat ridiculous manner of speaking are tools.” Dion held his hands out in front of his body as if to keep her from clawing at him. “I gained my familiarity with these rules by flouting them. I was an unlettered baker's boy in Belgium, until I ran away from home and became a wizard based on a drunken bet. I was taught to use a gun to great effect, merely because Monsignor the Colonel found it so very droll to watch a child sized person struggle with a pistol larger than his own hands. You see merely a servant with presumption and a shirt front stuffed with hot air.” Dion turned away from Josephine to stare out the window of the fast moving train, but stared at her reflection in the coal smoke smudged glass. “I have not risen so far that I am dizzy from the height, but by keeping place, I have advanced, and keeping my place means keeping Catherine from falling from her place. My son will be a PROFESSIONAL. Only one, on what money I make in service, it's true. It will be hard, because I can save only for College, not private school. There will be a Beignet known for his skill with the law or with medicine, rather than for donuts or how servile they can be.”<br><br> | “Madame, you do not know me,” he said sonorously. “Repeatedly, you take exception to me, my statements, my desire for Catherine to APPEAR to accord herself with society's expectations.” The hobbit stepped back from the tall human woman, defensively. “These rules, these boundaries, these restrictions, even my somewhat ridiculous manner of speaking are tools.” Dion held his hands out in front of his body as if to keep her from clawing at him. “I gained my familiarity with these rules by flouting them. I was an unlettered baker's boy in Belgium, until I ran away from home and became a wizard based on a drunken bet. I was taught to use a gun to great effect, merely because Monsignor the Colonel found it so very droll to watch a child sized person struggle with a pistol larger than his own hands. You see merely a servant with presumption and a shirt front stuffed with hot air.” Dion turned away from Josephine to stare out the window of the fast moving train, but stared at her reflection in the coal smoke smudged glass. “I have not risen so far that I am dizzy from the height, but by keeping place, I have advanced, and keeping my place means keeping Catherine from falling from her place. My son will be a PROFESSIONAL. Only one, on what money I make in service, it's true. It will be hard, because I can save only for College, not private school. There will be a Beignet known for his skill with the law or with medicine, rather than for donuts or how servile they can be.”<br><br> | ||
