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Date Posted:Wed, November 08 2023, 7:06:19 Author: kgp Subject: QOTD for November 8, 2023
The following quotation is from Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2022 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 109 De Profundis
Then Cunningham emerged into the fall of light from the open door, saw Jamie, and bowed to him.
“Worshipful Master,” he said.
“Captain,” Jamie replied, and his heart thumped hard in his ears as he bowed, because Cunningham was no card player and the truth was written in the narrowing of his eyes and the hardness of his mouth.
A formal occasion, then, is it? He had a sudden mental picture of them squaring up to fight a duel, in kilt, cocked hat, and their Masonic aprons. What would be the weapons? He wondered. Cutlasses?
”Dèan ullachadh, mo charaidean,” he said casually to the men who stood with him. Stand ready.
The meeting went well enough - outwardly.
The ritual, the words of brotherhood, fellowship, idealism. But he thought the words rang hollow, with a sense of ice among the men, covering their hearts. Separating one from another, leaving all in the cold.
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The two-faced duplicity makes me so angry - not just Cunningham, but the residents of the Ridge who Jamie helped settle and gave a chance to make it in the mountains. -- kgp, Wed, November 08 2023, 12:25:24
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AMEN!!!! The self righteousness they use to defend their actions, no problem accepting hospitality - but once settled, gathering against their benefactor. -- Kathy in PA, Thu, November 09 2023, 3:02:59