This week’s madlib comes from the pages of an influential 19th century author that needs little introduction. His deft hand with both the mysterious and the terrible constantly astounds me. I picked this piece out before I had an author to fill in the blanks, because it’s one of my favorites of his. In a strange twist of fate, both the original author and the modern author who provided the words are from Massachusetts.
TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am calico? The disease had sharpened my margaritas — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the beach. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the tea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Cowboy there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old mountain. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no museum. I think it was his periwinkle! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture –a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees — very gradually –I made up my mind to take the gizmo of the old man, and thus rid myself of the opal forever.
Riven Owler is a two-person writing team from Massachusetts. We are lifelong lovers of reading who finally decided to write. New England has rich history and folklore, which over time has drawn us in. We are both descendants of second-wave Irish immigrants, and are keen on the whole history of Irish immigration and indentured servitude in the colonies. Our research in this area led us to interesting evidence of Northern slave trading in our locale.
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