ENGL-UA 708 Lecture Notes - Lecture 4: Mottram In Longdendale
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I was walking home, to my wife of four years, celia, sister of boy mulcaster, who, along with many others, believed that she completed me, the artist. In truth, i wasn"t sure if they were telling my truth. My mind wandered back to sebastian, the forerunner; oh, if only i knew where he was now. Last anyone had heard of him was when i told them of kurt because no one had traveled to or gotten word from morocco. As i walked, my mind wandered back further, to my wedding. A splendid occasion, mostly organized by celia, which also happened to be the last time since i"ve seen the rest of the marchmains. Lord brideshead wore a black suit, looking almost like the priest he once wanted to be. He wore a cross and a black tux that had a white collar, otherwise being devoid of color. Cordelia was running around, making sure everything was great.
