I was a lovely gnome lady courting a shy gnome gentleman book seller. We walked, talked and danced.
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just bought a used copy of armored core 4a for like $40 and i am DESPERATELY hoping it is functional and worth the money… idk much about armored core specifically, but i do have a fervent need to sink my teeth into ANYTHING mech-related and i hear insanely good things about this series
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Sometimes I make themed drawing pages. Like there are multiple characters that come from completely different series, but they all have something in common. For the first one its that I consider the characters quite geomtrical and the second one are white masked entities.
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I am rereading Emily's Quest at this moment and it suddenly hit me: Emily had burnt only the manuscript of A Seller of Dreams. She had at least one more copy, because she typewrote it! So... what happened to the second version?
I know you might say that she had burnt the typescript earlier, but... Maud never said so. It was sent back by the last publisher, so it wasn't in the publishing house either. It wouldn't have made any sense to have given Dean two copies... and she burnt only what he had been reading.
Therefore, it is quite possible that the typescript still existed, hidden somewhere in the New Moon's garret, completely forgotten by Emily. And if that existed... maybe she would find it, while looking through her old chest, after the end of Emily's Quest? She would have done it for sure, since she was going to move out from New Moon.
Here are the book quotes about A Seller of Dreams:
"Emily gathered up her manuscript with all her careless rapture gone. Creation was over; remained now the sordid business of getting her book published. Emily typewrote it on the little third-hand machine Perry had picked up for her at an auction sale—a machine that wrote only half of any capital letter and wouldn't print the "m's" at all. She put the capitals and the "m's" in afterwards with a pen and sent the MS. away to a publishing firm."
[...] When a third publisher sent it back with a printed slip Emily's belief in it died. She tucked it away and took up her pen grimly."
[...] Then she took up the little dog-eared, discredited manuscript he had laid on the stone bench and went up to her room[...]
Emily crossed over to her little fireplace and laid A Seller of Dreams in the grate. She struck a match, knelt down and held it to a corner with a hand that did not tremble. The flame seized on the loose sheets eagerly, murderously."
Emily's Quest by L. M. Montgomery
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i hate insta but its the only place a) tattoo artists and b) kitschy vintage sellers that i dont buy from post
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