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Reputation: Integrity and LiesReputation: Integrity and Lies
"I will work to earn it. I will do all I can do to deserve your trust," Bush said. "When we come together and work together, there is no limit to the greatness of America."
Why do people lie? The term "pathological liar" is used to describe people who lie so much that they can no longer help themselves. However, I imagine that the true reason most people lie is because they expect to benefit from doing so. More money, more sex, and the big one: More Power, tend to top the list from what I've seen. There are other reasons including avoiding punishment, avoiding criticism and garnering a reputation that they have not truly earned by presenting a false face to the world.
1. The general estimation that the public has for a person; "he acquired a reputation as an actor before he started
Shadows of Joy Chapter Nine
The Grand Vizier's Garden Party
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."
-Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy9-
Viola looked a little stunned.
"You mean she was in torpor? Is that right Bishop?"
"No, she was in a coma; her spirit was trapped deep in the Dreamstorm where even the spells that Sebastian Bono, Regent of the Tremere, could work were unable to reach her."
"How did that happen?"
"It was while the Domain was preparing to receive a visit from the Justicar's who were using Cleveland to stage a Conclave that the vampires learned of an old foe, Genentech, who planned to use the Conclave to attack. It was the perfect opportunity for them. Hundreds of the Camarilla gathered together to hear th
Shadows of Joy Chapter Eight
Dreams of Tragedy
"Young master, give him nothing! Give him nothing, whatever he ask! His prices are too high, young master, too high, too high.."
-Lord Dunsany, The Charwoman's Shadow8-
The task of translating ancient documents in Latin is more difficult than the layman might at first anticipate. Latin as learned in high school is akin to learning written Mandarin. While all Chinese acknowledge and generally use the written language as is, and it serves its purpose of allowing them to communicate with each other, there are thousands of dialects used for the spoken language. These dialects range so far and so wide for some of them as to constitute and be acknowledged as completely different languages in their own right. It is in this light we can view Latin now.
The written language of Latin now is a dead language. It is no longer used as a
Shadows of Joy Chapter Seven
The Storm of Dreams
"Is it a kind of shadow,
reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
or is it a dream?"
-Art Garfunkel, Bright Eyes7-
My return to the present finds me heading back to Cleveland once again with Viola. How does she feel about my past relationship with Kate? She had accepted when I asked her to accompany me to her grave for the anniversary of her death but while she has been supportive; she has also been strangely silent. It was her that convinced me to let go of Kate.
After Kate left me, things deteriorated and I buried myself in my work in order to distract myself. I found myself taking on more and more work and as the days dragged into weeks and weeks into months, I became little more then a cliché, an ambulance chaser who mystified his co-workers with his drive.
More then once, my partners tried to approach m
Shadows of Joy Chapter Six
Under the Moonlight
"Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Can you take me with you?
For my hand is cold
And needs warmth
Where are you going?"
-Godspell, By Your Side6-
"Bishop? It's time that we were going."
Lost in my thoughts, the snow had begun to coat my unmoving form. Without the ability to produce body heat, there was nothing to melt it and with no need to move any longer, I was as still and quiet as a corpse suffering rigormortis but the soft voice behind me snapped me back to the here and now. I turned slowly from Kate's gravestone to Viola.
She stood shorter then me, about 5' 7" and her slight frame, pale soft rounded face and primly braided long black hair belied the strength of time her vampiric body held. She was dressed in a black frock coat that reached to her knees, pressed white shirt, a black skirt and dark pumps.
Shadows of Joy Chapter Five
Lick from the wounds of your fear
"Existence - well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can
The past is now part of my future
The present is well out of hand"
-Joy Division, Heart and Soul5-
Darkness is what claims us when we sleep and it is to darkness we must go. This is the simple truth all insomniacs know in their hearts, whether they will admit it or not and it was in darkness I found myself. It stretched like a veil through which my sight could not penetrate. Darkness so complete, it did not hold any reflection. It looked as if I could reach out and touch it. It looked so complete. But my arms met nothing. Yet I could see my arms. As if an indirect light of invisible source lay hidden all about me. Such are dreams.
All about me stretched a plain of dark ash, as far as my eyes could see, stretched unto
Shadows of Joy Chapter Four
"I'm just caught up in another of her spells
Well, she's turning me into someone else
Every day I hope and pray that this will end
But when I can I do it all again."
-Nine Inch Nails, Sanctified4-
The streetlights flashed across my windshield in time to the beating of my heart as I headed east down Lake Road. I felt driven, memories flooding me with dread as they shook loose of Nicole's admonition to forget last night. I was horrified. Strangely, I found myself unable to alter my course as Nicole's blood pounded through my veins, driving me back to its master. My master. Her mind held mine in a vise like grip that pounded in time with my heart. I was it's slave and yet there was still a part of me that realized what was happening, that pleaded in vain to halt this mindless plummet towards certain disaster. I drove on.
Shadows of Joy Chapter Three
"Three cups into the day,
she's still asking questions,
that I can't quite answer out loud..."
-Panika , Speaking With Purpose3-
As I looked to see who was paging me, I noted that the time was almost 4am. I was not as surprised that it was Kate calling me as I was strangely undisturbed. Moving off to a corner, I broke out a cigarette and my cell phone. After lighting up the next nail in my coffin, I called her.
"Where the hell are you?" she answered.
"I'm still working."
"Working? It's 4am. Did you plan on staying out all night again?"
"Well, I hadn't planned it that way."
"So what's taking so long? Is that a party I hear?"
"Sort of. It's a number of her associates."
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