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Post by kizolk on Jan 31, 2024 4:45:36 GMT
And in case Etaoin didn't see it, "boiling" was "almost" the right word; I tried to make it three syllables with "boilering" but it wasn't correct. I suspect I might not know the word.
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Post by Etaoin Shrdlu on Jan 31, 2024 11:44:14 GMT
Fleets are all kinds of boats. I don't think there have ever been fishboats.
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Post by Etaoin Shrdlu on Jan 31, 2024 11:48:23 GMT
I did see the hint, which your suggestion made memorable. I doubt I'll be able to claim the benefit of not knowing the word, so it's just annoying to me that I can't think of it.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 31, 2024 14:02:30 GMT
Something that more typically sails and sinks because of a storm. One word should obviously come to mind first, and it's not far from that word to the right one. I misunderstood your "it's related" hint concerning "floater", but the fact that I had guessed three kinds of boats so far (frigate, freighter and fishboat) and that you said nothing about them made me abandon that line of inquiry. I guess I thought it went without saying after "sailed" had been found.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 31, 2024 14:04:27 GMT
And in case Etaoin didn't see it, "boiling" was "almost" the right word; I tried to make it three syllables with "boilering" but it wasn't correct. I suspect I might not know the word. Even if you've never heard or seen it before, you can guess it. It's not a very common word, but it's regularly formed. Just take "boiling" and add a syllable.
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Post by Etaoin Shrdlu on Jan 31, 2024 15:44:43 GMT
Please don't say it’s boilingly.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 31, 2024 16:43:50 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT In the blue depth of the waters, Where the wave hath no strife, Where the wind is a stranger, And the sea-snake hath life, Where the Mermaid is decking Her green hair with shells; Like the storm on the surface Came the sound of thy spells; O'er my calm Hall of Coral The deep echo roll'd-- To the Spirit of Ocean Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT Where the slumbering earthquake Lies pillow'd on fire, And the lakes of bitumen Rise boilingly higher; Where the roots of the Andes Strike deep in the earth, As their summits to heaven Shoot soaringly forth; I have quitted my birth-place, Thy bidding to bide-- Thy spell hath subdued me, Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT I am the Rider of the wind, The Stirrer of the storm; The hurricane I left behind Is yet with lightning warm; To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea I swept upon the blast: The fleet I met sailed well, and yet 'Twill sink ere night be past.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 31, 2024 17:16:50 GMT
I misunderstood your "it's related" hint concerning "floater", but the fact that I had guessed three kinds of boats so far (frigate, freighter and fishboat) and that you said nothing about them made me abandon that line of inquiry. I guess I thought it went without saying after "sailed" had been found. I thought it was a metaphorical use of the word.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 31, 2024 17:26:03 GMT
And so on, with clapping of joyful hands till all the group had begged for ____ but Tom and Amy. Then Tom turned coolly away, still talking, and took Amy with him. Becky's lips trembled and the tears came to her eyes; she ____ these ____ with a forced gayety and went on chattering, but the life had gone out of the pic-nic, now, and out of everything else; she got away as soon as she could and hid herself and had what her sex call "a good ____." Then she sat moody, with wounded pride till the bell rang. She roused up, now, with a ____ cast in her eye, and gave her plaited tails a shake and said she knew what she'd do.
At recess Tom continued his ____ with Amy with jubilant self-satisfaction. And he kept drifting about to find Becky and lacerate her with the ____. At last he spied her, but there was a sudden falling of his ____. She was sitting cosily on a little bench behind the school-house looking at a picture book with Alfred Temple—and so absorbed were they, and their heads so close together over the book that they did not seem to be conscious of anything in the world besides. Jealousy ran red hot through Tom's veins. He began to hate himself for throwing away the chance Becky had offered for a ____. He called himself a fool, and all the hard names he could think of. He wanted to cry with vexation. Amy chatted happily along, as they walked, for her ____ was ____, but Tom's tongue had lost its ____. He did not hear what Amy was saying, and whenever she paused expectantly he could only stammer an awkward assent, which was as often misplaced as ____. He kept drifting to the rear of the school-house, again and again, to sear his eye-balls with the hateful spectacle there. He could not help it. And it maddened him to see, as he thought he saw, that Becky Thatcher never once suspected that he was even in the ____ of the ____. But she did see, nevertheless; and she knew she was winning her fight, too, and was glad to see him suffer as she had suffered.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 31, 2024 17:36:13 GMT
And so on, with clapping of joyful hands till all the group had begged for invitations but Tom and Amy. Then Tom turned coolly away, still talking, and took Amy with him. Becky's lips trembled and the tears came to her eyes; she hid/concealed/repelled/contained/suppressed these feelings/tears/drops with a forced gayety and went on chattering, but the life had gone out of the pic-nic, now, and out of everything else; she got away as soon as she could and hid herself and had what her sex call "a good cry." Then she sat moody, with wounded pride till the bell rang. She roused up, now, with a determined cast in her eye, and gave her plaited tails a shake and said she knew what she'd do.
At recess Tom continued his conversation with Amy with jubilant self-satisfaction. And he kept drifting about to find Becky and lacerate her with the sight. At last he spied her, but there was a sudden falling of his enthusiasm/confidence/jubilation/exultation. She was sitting cosily on a little bench behind the school-house looking at a picture book with Alfred Temple—and so absorbed were they, and their heads so close together over the book that they did not seem to be conscious of anything in the world besides. Jealousy ran red hot through Tom's veins. He began to hate himself for throwing away the chance Becky had offered for a reconciliation. He called himself a fool, and all the hard names he could think of. He wanted to cry with vexation. Amy chatted happily along, as they walked, for her mood/morale/tongue/mouth was good/up/gay/voluble/nimble, but Tom's tongue had lost its eloquence/energy. He did not hear what Amy was saying, and whenever she paused expectantly he could only stammer an awkward assent, which was as often misplaced as he/keys. He kept drifting to the rear of the school-house, again and again, to sear his eye-balls with the hateful spectacle there. He could not help it. And it maddened him to see, as he thought he saw, that Becky Thatcher never once suspected that he was even in the vicinity of the couple/pair. But she did see, nevertheless; and she knew she was winning her fight, too, and was glad to see him suffer as she had suffered.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 31, 2024 17:37:58 GMT
I added a couple of guesses.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 31, 2024 17:45:20 GMT
And so on, with clapping of joyful hands till all the group had begged for invitations but Tom and Amy. Then Tom turned coolly away, still talking, and took Amy with him. Becky's lips trembled and the tears came to her eyes; she hid these ____ with a forced gayety and went on chattering, but the life had gone out of the pic-nic, now, and out of everything else; she got away as soon as she could and hid herself and had what her sex call "a good cry." Then she sat moody, with wounded pride till the bell rang. She roused up, now, with a ____ cast in her eye, and gave her plaited tails a shake and said she knew what she'd do. At recess Tom continued his ____ with Amy with jubilant self-satisfaction. And he kept drifting about to find Becky and lacerate her with the ____. At last he spied her, but there was a sudden falling of his ____. She was sitting cosily on a little bench behind the school-house looking at a picture book with Alfred Temple—and so absorbed were they, and their heads so close together over the book that they did not seem to be conscious of anything in the world besides. Jealousy ran red hot through Tom's veins. He began to hate himself for throwing away the chance Becky had offered for a reconciliation. He called himself a fool, and all the hard names he could think of. He wanted to cry with vexation. Amy chatted happily along, as they walked, for her ____ was ____, but Tom's tongue had lost its ____. He did not hear what Amy was saying, and whenever she paused expectantly he could only stammer an awkward assent, which was as often misplaced as ____. He kept drifting to the rear of the school-house, again and again, to sear his eye-balls with the hateful spectacle there. He could not help it. And it maddened him to see, as he thought he saw, that Becky Thatcher never once suspected that he was even in the ____ of the ____. But she did see, nevertheless; and she knew she was winning her fight, too, and was glad to see him suffer as she had suffered.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 31, 2024 17:54:50 GMT
And so on, with clapping of joyful hands till all the group had begged for invitations but Tom and Amy. Then Tom turned coolly away, still talking, and took Amy with him. Becky's lips trembled and the tears came to her eyes; she hid these traitors/intruders with a forced gayety and went on chattering, but the life had gone out of the pic-nic, now, and out of everything else; she got away as soon as she could and hid herself and had what her sex call "a good cry." Then she sat moody, with wounded pride till the bell rang. She roused up, now, with a hard/harsh/brave cast in her eye, and gave her plaited tails a shake and said she knew what she'd do. At recess Tom continued his game/chat with Amy with jubilant self-satisfaction. And he kept drifting about to find Becky and lacerate her with the spectacle. At last he spied her, but there was a sudden falling of his joy/pleasure/hopes. She was sitting cosily on a little bench behind the school-house looking at a picture book with Alfred Temple—and so absorbed were they, and their heads so close together over the book that they did not seem to be conscious of anything in the world besides. Jealousy ran red hot through Tom's veins. He began to hate himself for throwing away the chance Becky had offered for a reconciliation. He called himself a fool, and all the hard names he could think of. He wanted to cry with vexation. Amy chatted happily along, as they walked, for her ____ was ____, but Tom's tongue had lost its ____. He did not hear what Amy was saying, and whenever she paused expectantly he could only stammer an awkward assent, which was as often misplaced as not/appropriate/suitable. He kept drifting to the rear of the school-house, again and again, to sear his eye-balls with the hateful spectacle there. He could not help it. And it maddened him to see, as he thought he saw, that Becky Thatcher never once suspected that he was even in the yard/back of the yard/school. But she did see, nevertheless; and she knew she was winning her fight, too, and was glad to see him suffer as she had suffered.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 31, 2024 19:03:51 GMT
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 31, 2024 19:11:14 GMT
And so on, with clapping of joyful hands till all the group had begged for invitations but Tom and Amy. Then Tom turned coolly away, still talking, and took Amy with him. Becky's lips trembled and the tears came to her eyes; she hid these signs with a forced gayety and went on chattering, but the life had gone out of the pic-nic, now, and out of everything else; she got away as soon as she could and hid herself and had what her sex call "a good cry." Then she sat moody, with wounded pride till the bell rang. She roused up, now, with a bold cast in her eye, and gave her plaited tails a shake and said she knew what she'd do. At recess Tom continued his ____ with Amy with jubilant self-satisfaction. And he kept drifting about to find Becky and lacerate her with the display. At last he spied her, but there was a sudden falling of his ____. She was sitting cosily on a little bench behind the school-house looking at a picture book with Alfred Temple—and so absorbed were they, and their heads so close together over the book that they did not seem to be conscious of anything in the world besides. Jealousy ran red hot through Tom's veins. He began to hate himself for throwing away the chance Becky had offered for a reconciliation. He called himself a fool, and all the hard names he could think of. He wanted to cry with vexation. Amy chatted happily along, as they walked, for her joy/temperament/disposition was real/joyful, but Tom's tongue had lost its words/vigor. He did not hear what Amy was saying, and whenever she paused expectantly he could only stammer an awkward assent, which was as often misplaced as ever/missing/absent. He kept drifting to the rear of the school-house, again and again, to sear his eye-balls with the hateful spectacle there. He could not help it. And it maddened him to see, as he thought he saw, that Becky Thatcher never once suspected that he was even in the ____ of the ____. But she did see, nevertheless; and she knew she was winning her fight, too, and was glad to see him suffer as she had suffered.
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