If anyone wants one my advise is to go where the orthodox jews shop, because when it comes to a big black fedora, the guys with ringlets and long black coats definitely know a stylish hat when they see one. you want to get it home and use a hot steaming kettle, and bob's your uncle - you have a hat with all the right curves!
The soul consists of two parts, one irrational and the other capable of reason. (whether these two parts are really distinct in the sense that the parts of the body or of any other divisible whole are distinct, or whether though distinguishable in thought as two they are inseparable in reality, like the convex and concave of a curve, is a question of no importance for the matter in hand.)
As we curve around into the loop of the city circle, i can see that a couple of other stylists have tried to steal cinna and portia's idea of illuminating their tributes. the electric-light-studded outfits from district 3, where they make electronics, at least make sense. but what are the livestock keepers from distric 10, who are dressed as cows, doing with flaming belts? broiling themselves? pathetic.
Your road is everything that a road ought to be...And yet you will not stay in it half a mile, for the reason that little, seductive, mysterious roads are always branching out from it on either hand, and as these curve sharply also and hide what is beyond, you cannot resist the temptation to desert your own chosen path and explore them.
Currently, it was leading him through a neighborhood that was on the downside of whatever curve you hoped you'd bought your property on the upside of. graffiti and garbage were everywhere here. they were everywhere in the city, if it came to that, but elsewhere the garbage was better quality, and the graffiti was close to being correctly spelled. the whole area was waiting for something to happen, like a really bad fire.
In doing your best serving others for free, a lot of eyebrows will raise and sneers will curve many a - faces. But in the end those incredulous to what you put up with to help, no longer matter. It's not between you and those snobs, but with whom you have given your hand to lift, and of course to god who is watching and noting it in your book.
He bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. "i loved you long before you loved me. Its the only thing i have you beat at, and ill bring it up every chance i get." his mouth pressed to my skin, took on a devilish curve. "lets get out of here. I'm taking you back to my place, this time for good. We have unfinished business, and i think its time we do something about it.