The End Is the Beginning Is Essentially Boring & Inessential: A Remix of Assorted Epilogues

By: Addison Kane NOW THEN I will finish all these fables with this tale that followeth, as Prologue, except my charms are all o'erthrown. Almost a year and a half has passed since his crime. Wasn't everything now bound to be changed? Now, tis true, I must be here confined by you, the dancing girl with the dark hair and solitary eyes, or sent to his son, Signor Guido. Since I have welcomed him and pardoned the deceiver, the simple priest should never have been promoted, but the secret of the pledge consists of rope, rather than spirits, to enforce. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue, but it is no more unhandsome than to see men enter for the last time. Unless I be relieved by prayer, it wont be long and youll be going too. I am not trying to discover why. My way is to conjure you. Street cries, music, etc. Here it's safe, here it's warm. On the banks stands a patient town. Hazardous wonders. But here your dreams are nightmares, frightened, pale and thin, through temporary mental derangement, infinite happiness before them. Collection. Collection. Collection pierces so that it assaults, in the behalf of a good beg. I am not furnished like a beggar. What is it worth? Slightly by the hand, good wine needs the purse.

If I were a woman confined for nine months, consumed with a terror

that felt as old as life itself, I, her servant, would stone the landlady, appearing from her sedan chair. What if you were named for every act of impossible pleasure? That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is just beginning. Battery in the Castle, as you from crimes would be pardoned. This play ending is despair, frees all faults. Let your temporary indulgence set me free. I finished this book the 26th day of March, the first year of a new future, and the third year of something quite different. When I make curtsy, bid me farewell.

The End Is the Beginning Is Essentially

Boring & Inessential: A Remix of Assorted Epilogues (RAINBOW_COLOR_SOURCED)

By: Addison Kane NOW THEN I will finish all these fables with this tale that followeth, as Prologue, except my charms are all o'erthrown. Almost a year and a half has passed since his crime. Wasn't everything now bound to be changed? Now, tis true, I must be here confined by you, the dancing girl with the dark hair and solitary eyes, or sent to his son, Signor Guido. Since I have welcomed him and pardoned the deceiver, the simple priest should never have been promoted, but the secret of the pledge consists of rope, rather than spirits, to enforce. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue, but it is no more unhandsome than to see men enter for the last time. Unless I be relieved by prayer, it wont be long and youll be going too. I am not trying to discover why. My way is to conjure you. Street cries, music, etc. Here it's safe, here it's warm. On the banks stands a patient town. Hazardous wonders. But here your dreams are nightmares, frightened, pale and thin, through temporary mental derangement, infinite happiness before them. Collection. Collection. Collection pierces so that it assaults, in the behalf of a good beg. I am not furnished like a beggar. What is it worth? Slightly by the hand, good wine needs the purse.

If I were a woman confined for nine months, consumed with a terror

that felt as old as life itself, I, her servant, would stone the landlady, appearing from her sedan chair. What if you were named for every act of impossible pleasure? That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is just beginning. Battery in the Castle, as you from crimes would be pardoned. This play ending is despair, frees all faults. Let your temporary indulgence set me free. I finished this book the 26th day of March, the first year of a new future, and the third year of something quite different. When I make curtsy, bid me farewell.

Source Materials:

The Hypocrite (Ian McClellan): The Tempest (William Shakespeare) As You Like It (William Shakespeare) Aesop (William Caxton) Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoevsky) MockingJay (Suzanne Collins) Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows (J.K. Rowling)