Prompted by: The Last Supper ~Rainer Maria Rilke
The loneliness of old comes over him
There are times that I wonder about Alexander Waverly. The man never sleeps, never misses a trick. He is always the sly one, clever in his plans and strategies.
He’s getting up there in years, and I hope that I’ll live long enough to be half the man he is.
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and (like a shot that scatters birds from trees)
His is a name that strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies, yet to look at him; he seems the kindest, most gentle spoken of men...a grandfatherly type.
Yet there are those who know that within beats the heart of a fierce lion waiting to quickly, unmercifully strike.
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everywhere like an all-pervading twilight-hour.
He watches over us, his agents like a sentinel, and the weight, I know, of sometimes sending
people to an untimely death weighs heavily upon his shoulders.
I wonder, will I be able to fill those shoes someday?
Will I be deserving of the title, “The Old Man?"
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Date: 2013-05-01 07:23 pm (UTC)We're looking at changing provider, but with so many, it's hard to know who to go with.
This is the longest it has worked well in ages, problem is, it never seems to last long before it goes real slow again. :(
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Date: 2013-05-01 08:25 pm (UTC)It's gone again now, taken me 5 minutes to post this.
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