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“Seal hunters from all over the big island were swarming all over the big island were swarming into town to join their ships. They swaggered like pirates in their high boots, with sculping knives hanging from the belts that cinched their waists. They gathered in groups on the sidewalk, these rugged men in canvas jackets and slouched caps. The strange nasal dialect of men from the norther outports filled the frosty air. They talked of noggheads and ballycatters, bedlamers and jinkers – words alien to Tom’s ears.”

“Seal with a seal of gold The scroll of a life unrolled; Swathe him deep in his purple stole; Ashes of diamonds, crystalled coal, Drops of gold in each scented fold. Crimson wings of the Little Death, Stir his hair with your silken breath; Flaming wings of sins to be, Splendid pinions of prophecy, Smother his eyes with hues and dyes, While the white moon spins and the winds arise, And the stars drip through the skies. Wave, O wings of the Little Death! Seal his sight and stifle his breath, Cover his breast with the gemmed shroud pressed; From north to north, from west to west, Wave, O wings of the Little Death! Till the white moon reels in the cracking skies, And the ghosts of God arise.”

“Seamos (The Spanglish Sonnet) Seamos evolución, Seamos la revolución. There is plenty pollution, Ahora seamos la solución. Seamos soldados, Seamos amantes. Fear not the fiery storms, Y seamos valientes. Seamos la esperanza, A la gente, seamos alegría. In a world of self-obsession, Vamos amigos, seamos la ayuda. El servicio a la sociedad no es caridad, For it is just life, porque es la humanidad.”

“SeaMurgh ne teen baar phosphorus ki batti band ki aur goya hua: Tu theek kehta hai main janta hun sirf insaan sakin hai, kayinaat ki baqi tamam cheezain mutaharrik hain kyun ke insaan Matlub hai aur baqi her shay Taalib... Afsos insaan ne apnay aap ko Matlub ki jaga se hataa ker Taalib bana liya, isi liye gerdish main hai. Werna wo is qadar deewanay.pan ka shikar na hota aur ab tak Allah ki raza ko paa leta”

“Sean dribbled to the basket, leaping into the air and leaning into defenders, grimacing when no foul came. This would inspire Hurley to tell him at halftime, 'Why isn't there a call? Because no referee in the world is going to blow the whistle and bail out a fucking idiot who's up in the air for some unknown reason.”

“Sean looks up at her, and he wants to explain it all to her. Explain what it’s like to be rubbed so raw, to have your emotional threshold exceeded day after day, your psyche beaten so completely that you have no choice but to turn inward, shunning any and everything that’s ever brought you comfort. He wants to explain that—up until the past month or so—he’d been existing in a black hole, a mental abyss that he only recently realized he put himself in. But watching Lauren’s face—the concern in her expression, so pure and complete, considering he’s technically still a complete stranger—he realizes he doesn’t have to explain anything. She knows what it’s like. Everybody does.”

“Sean pushes up to his feet and stands there. I look at his dirty boots. Now I've offended him, I think. He says, "Other people have never been important to me, Kate Connolly. Puck Connolly." I tip my face up to look at him, finally. The blanket falls off my shoulders, and my hat, too, loosened by the wind. I can't read his expression--his narrow eyes make it difficult. I say, "And now?" Kendrick reaches to turn up the collar on his jacket. He doesn't smile, but he's not as close to frowning as usual. "Thanks for the cake.”

“Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I'm utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand. "For luck," he says. He takes Dove's lead from me. "Sean," I say, and he turns. I take his chin and kiss his lips, hard. I'm reminded, all of a sudden, of that first day on the beach, when I pulled his head from the water. "For luck," I say to his startled face.”

“Sean reaches out between us and takes my wrist. He press his thumb on my pulse. My heartbeat trips and surges against his skin. I'm pinned by his touch, a sort of fearful magic. We stand and stand, and I wait for my pulse against his finger to slow, but it doesn't Finally, he releases my wrist and says," I'll see you on the cliffs tomorrow.”

“Sean's a creep! You're better than this!" She stands, glaring at me. "I am better than this. I'm better than Sean, and I'm better than the Watchers, and you have no idea what I'm doing, so keep your judgy eyebrows to yourself." "My eyebrows are not judgy!" "Your eyebrows are so judgy they might as well have a gavel!" We both glare at each other. I crack first. "Can they have a frilly white collar like Ruth Bader Ginsburg?" She tries to hold her stern look, but the edges are trembling. "No. Your eyebrows have to wear a huge gross wig because we're not in the USA, we're in Ireland." I snort, which turns into a giggle. Artemis was never one for giggling, but even she grins at me, and for a few precious moments we're each other's again.”

“Seanabhean is ea mise anois go bhfuil cos léi insan uaigh is an chos eile ar a bruach. Is mó bogradh is cruatan curtha agam díom ón gcéad lá do saolaíodh me go dtí an lá atá inniu ann. Dá mbeadh ’fhios agam go mbeadh a leath, ná a thrian, i ndán dom ní bheadh mo chroí ná m’intinn chomh haerach ná chomh misníúil is do bhí i dtosach mo shaoil.”

“Seances is an internet project where I intended to adapt at least a hundred and maybe three hundred lost films into ten and twenty minute long fragmentary versions. We then uploaded them to an internet archive that fragmented them even more. We treated them like shreds of lost movie spirits and allowed these spirits to interrupt each other in non-consecutive collisions that formed new movies.”