"I have a confession to make. I'm afraid I have to some extent practiced on your innocence." [...] "Sorry, I think I got snow in my ears."
hee!
Ray leaned forward and poked Fraser in the chest. Fine, it was more like his glove under a mitten poked a parka over a bunch of sweaters and thermals on top of that goofy red union suit, but when a Kowalski has a point to make, you feel it.
*hearts paragraph*
"I know we're not gonna make the Discovery Channel, here. I mean, I do know we are not actually gonna find some dead frozen guy sticking out of a glacier. I realize this whole thing is more like a metaphor for man's quixotic yearning for open-ended adventure similar to the quest for the Holy Grail but embedded in Canada’s particular cultural history."
*hearts paragraph*
"Aw, jeez, is it the syllables you get all hot over or the grammar?" "Both, I suppose," Fraser said absently. Pause. Uneasy whuffling from the dogs. "Okay, when I said, 'get hot,' you know I didn't mean..." "Naturally, I assumed what you would call a symbolic..." They stared at each other.
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Date: 2005-12-08 05:07 am (UTC)[...]
"Sorry, I think I got snow in my ears."
hee!
Ray leaned forward and poked Fraser in the chest. Fine, it was more like his glove under a mitten poked a parka over a bunch of sweaters and thermals on top of that goofy red union suit, but when a Kowalski has a point to make, you feel it.
*hearts paragraph*
"I know we're not gonna make the Discovery Channel, here. I mean, I do know we are not actually gonna find some dead frozen guy sticking out of a glacier. I realize this whole thing is more like a metaphor for man's quixotic yearning for open-ended adventure similar to the quest for the Holy Grail but embedded in Canada’s particular cultural history."
*hearts paragraph*
"Aw, jeez, is it the syllables you get all hot over or the grammar?"
"Both, I suppose," Fraser said absently.
Pause. Uneasy whuffling from the dogs.
"Okay, when I said, 'get hot,' you know I didn't mean..."
"Naturally, I assumed what you would call a symbolic..."
They stared at each other.
*hearts the boys*
Ice cracked on a frozen inlet, forty miles away.
yay!
Oops, I quoted almost the whole thing.