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  1. Public Bookmark 12

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    "Now he is green, dry and stained. With the shadow in his mouth."

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    10 Jul 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 48

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    Eleven verses Hector never taught them (but Scripps learned anyway).

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    24 Jun 2019

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    Scripps and Posner drag each other laughing across the meadow, tripping over the grass and occasionally making ineffectual attempts to shush each other as they make good their escape. Posner looks lighter and happier than Scripps can remember seeing him in months, and the hands grasping his are warm and firm, and this is how he quantifies his life at Oxford: moments like this.

     

    He glances over to find Posner beside him, watching him keenly, an odd light in his eyes that might almost be described as fond. "

  3. Public Bookmark 50

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    "I passed by the school where I studied as a boy
    and said in my heart: here I learned certain things
    and didn't learn others. All my life I have loved in vain
    the things I didn't learn."

    "The School Where I Studied," by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld.

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    When Scripps gets to Oxford, certain things change and others don't. Or: Don Scripps grows up and, however slowly, attempts to come to terms with God, love, and himself.

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    04 Jun 2019

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    “I’ve written all my essays this term playing that New Order album on repeat, so now I’ll probably always associate the excavations of historic Troy and Solomon Schecter’s work on the Cairo Genizah with synthesizers, which seems inappropriate, somehow,” Posner says, squinting at the ceiling.

    He stays up too late reading Persuasion, every page imbued with with a new significance now.

    Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever.15 Jane, Don thinks, with a slight edge of hysteria, understood.

    He has to do something, for once. Posner had offered any number of opportunities - had left Don a book of love sonnets, even. The rest, now, was for Don to do
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  4. Public Bookmark 30

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    “I often wonder if I’ll ever feel love like that.”

    “You will, Pos,” Scripps replies assuredly, thinking briefly of the name printed under the band of his watch.

    “If I find them, that is,” he smiles demurely, expression slipping into a frown nonetheless. “I do hope I’m not a horrible disappointment.”

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    24 May 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 14

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    “You never used to say his name before.”

    “He was a threat before,” Scripps replies, rather more bluntly than he means to. “Given he got his arse kicked by a baby there suddenly seems less of a possibility that him or his maniac followers are going to kill someone I care about.”

    Posner fixes him with an odd look for a moment, and Scripps wonders if he knows just how worried he’d been for his safety, how often he’d been thinking of him instead of his summer reading, how awful it’d been hearing of an attack but not knowing yet if he was safe.

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    22 May 2019

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    He smiles fondly at his lap, almost like he’s imagining something, and Scripps tries desperately not to think about kissing him in the snow outside the station
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    Posner has never been a particularly big fan of Quidditch, or even sports, but when Scripps comes flying backwards past their stands having just smacked a Bludger at Crowther’s head, looking all windblown and attractive, he thinks he just might change his mind.

    “Oh,” Posner says quietly, and it’d be lost in the cheering as Slytherin scores, were it not for Akthar expecting it.

    “What?” Akthar turns to him, keeping one eye on the match as the Slytherin Chasers come roaring up the field after the Gryffindors, both pairs of Beaters on their tails.

    “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”