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TV -- Could It Be... The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn' t seem to mind-but sometimes Mom would quietly get up-- while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places-- go to her room, read her Bible and pray.
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Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spellbound for hours each evening. He was like a friend to the whole family.
The Stranger. He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk—. I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind. They may do ill or well, But they tell the lies I am wonted to, They are used to the lies I tell.
Sep 26, 2011 · The Stranger in my Living Room came into our house by routine. He wasn't ever invited, but he just seemed to always be there. It was a way of life - I was used to it. I didn't really like him or trust him, but I was afraid to kick him out.
This stranger is the stranger in Mark Twain’s Mysterious Stranger, begun, one should note, some 50 years after Baudelaire’s stranger, under the title “Chronicles of Young Satan.” Baudelaire’s outsider is alienated from either everything or almost everything, depending on how you read là-bas...là-bas... in the last line.
- Kent Dixon
- 2016
May 2, 2015 · The Stranger. by Rudyard Kipling. The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk--. I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind. The men of my own stock,
May 13, 2011 · The Stranger. Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok 1880 (Saint Petersburg) – 1921. Life. Melancholy. Nature. The restaurants on hot spring evenings. Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers. Contaminate the thoroughfare. Above the dusty lanes of suburbia. Above the tedium of bungalows. A pretzel sign begilds a bakery.
