Marietta Quotes

Coming forward with a placating smile, Win handed him a piece of paper. "Of course we would never want to force you into a loveless marriage, dear. But we have put together a list of prospective brides, all of them lovely girls. Won't you take a glance and see if any of them appeals to you?" Deciding to humor her, Leo looked down at the list. "Marietta Newbury?" "Yes," Amelia said. "What's wrong with her?" "I don't like her teeth." "What about Isabella Charrington?" "I don't like her mother." "Lady Blossom Tremaine?" "I don't like her name." "Oh, for heaven's sake, Leo, that's not her fault." "I don't care. I can't have a wife named Blossom. Every night I would feel as if I were calling in one of the cows." Leo lifted his gaze heavenward. "I might as well marry the first woman off the street. Why, I'd be better off with Marks." Everyone was silent.

Marietta is good for you, Gabriel. I quite like her. Don't be a fool and let her go." "I can do nothing but let her go, John. Sometimes love can only be given by setting someone free.

[Belva] Lockwood sought more than suffrage. She urged full political and civil rights for all women. Though she could not vote for president, she twice ran for the office herself, pointing out that nothing in the Constitution barred a woman's candidacy. (She took that bold step 124 years before Hillary Rodham Clinton first became a contender for the Democratic Party's nomination.) Explaining why she entered the race, she wrote in a letter to her future running mate, Marietta Stow: 'We shall never have equal rights until we take them, nor equal respect until we command it.

She said nothing, but marched Harry and Marietta to the door. As it swung closed behind them, Harry heard Phineas Nigellus’s voice. “You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts . . . but you cannot deny he’s got style . . .

Marietta Stelle's mother always said that nothing good came of a rainy day. However, it was a rainy day when the magic came, and once magic has entered your life, you stay in its glittering clutch forever.

Gabrielle chuckled, her dark eyes twinkling. “So he’s been after you, has he? Poor Etta, pursued by a sun priest offering to pleasure—” “Every nook and cranny,” Marietta interrupted dryly and Gabrielle tipped her head back with a throaty laugh.

He looked at her in silent wonder for a moment, happy beyond words to be with her

Marietta folded it in tissue paper in an attempt to retain the last, lingering snap of magic in a world that couldn't sustain it.

Marietta, I do not believe in ghosts, astrology, palmistry, graphology, John Cage, love or God. I do believe in the moment, in the pleasures of the flesh, of conversation, of art-at least for the few so minded. I believe . . .

Every woman who loves a man and is anxious about him is sure that if she can be alone with him for a moment, he will tell her the truth about his condition. The experience of thousands of years has not taught women that if there is one person in the world from whom a man will try to conceal his ills and aches, it is the woman he loves, because he would rather suffer everything than give her pain

They come from Mobile. Aiken. From Newport News. From Marietta. From Meridian. And the sounds of these places in their mouths make you think of love. When you ask them where they are from, they tilt their heads and say "Mobile" and you think you've been kissed. They say "Aiken" and you see a white butterfly glance off a fence with a torn wing. They say "Nagadoches" and you want to say "Yes, I will." You don't know what these towns are like, but you love what happens to the air when they open their lips and let the names ease out.

There is no such consolation to a born coward as a logical reason for not doing what he is afraid to do

Marietta was so very weary of men that behaved like generals in the war of life.

She’s pert and smart, firmly rooted in her life here in Marietta,

In response to a plea in early 1941 from his colleague and friend, the writer Marietta Shaginyan, who was newly infatuated with the Piano Quintet and its creator, Mickhail Zoshchenko drafted for her a portrait of the Shostakovich he knew, a deeply complex individual: "It seemed to you that he is “frail, fragile, withdrawn, an infinitely direct, pure child.” That is so. But if it were only so, then great art (as with him) would never be obtained. He is exactly what you say he is, plus something else — he is hard, acid, extremely intelligent, strong perhaps, despotic and not altogether good-natured (although cerebrally good-natured). That is the combination in which he must be seen. And then it may be possible to understand his art to some degree. In him, there are great contradictions. In him, one quality obliterates the other. It is conflict in the highest degree. It is almost a catastrophe." Quoted in Laurel Fay: Shostakovich, a Life.

Explaining why she entered the race, [Belva Lockwood] wrote in a letter to her future running mate, Marietta Stow: 'We shall never have equal rights until we take them, nor equal respect until we command it.

Marietta believed that Sophie Sackler had been the last thing that held the three of them together. “It seemed to me that her strong, matriarchal force had maintained the vision of family togetherness,” she wrote. “When she was gone,

The emigrants aboard the Mayflower of the West were typical. On arrival in eastern Ohio, they founded the town of Marietta, and happily imposed taxes on themselves to fund the construction and operation of a school, church, and library. Nine years after their arrival, they founded the first of the Yankee Midwest’s many New England–style colleges. Marietta College was headed by New England–born Calvinist ministers and dedicated to “assiduously inculcating” the “essential doctrines and duties of the Christian religion.

I returning South on horseback, by Rome, Allatoona, Marietta, Atlanta, and Madison, Georgia. Stockton stopped at Marietta, where he resided. Hammond took the cars at Madison, and I rode alone to Augusta, Georgia, where I left the horse and returned to Charleston and Fort Moultrie by rail. Thus by a mere accident I was enabled to traverse on horseback the very ground where in after-years I had to conduct vast armies and fight great battles. That the knowledge thus acquired was of infinite use to me, and consequently to the government, I have always felt

the half hour, and all that might happen to him before morning. The glorious and triumphant certainty which first love brings to every man when it is first returned, still swelled his heart and filled the air he breathed, so that while breathing deep, he could not breathe enough

The Yankees consciously sought to extend New England culture across the upper Midwest. The emigrants aboard the Mayflower of the West were typical. On arrival in eastern Ohio, they founded the town of Marietta, and happily imposed taxes on themselves to fund the construction and operation of a school, church, and library.

The best which a man means to do is generally better than the best he does, and it is perhaps the best he is capable of doing

To a man, first love is a victory, to a girl it is a sweet wonder, and a joy, and a tender longing, all in one

the pain wouldn’t be a live thing inside, tearing me asunder. My eyes felt hot and dry, but there were no tears. I was beyond tears. I turned

And then I sez—‘How is anybody a-goin’ to live pattern lives, when they are a-starvin' to death? And how is anybody a-goin’ to enjoy religion when they are a-chokin’?

...to avoid huge medical costs, I strongly urge you not to get sick.

It could only have been strange for Arthur—an American Jew who had experienced anti-Semitism firsthand, who, as a student, had protested against the rise of Hitler, whose family loathed the Germans just as ardently, and probably more so, than other Americans did—to listen to Marietta’s story. But then, until recently, Arthur himself had worked for a German-owned company, Schering.

Yes, I think I like all of those images. I can see your head thrown back and that long, smooth neck exposed to me in all of them.' His finger trailed down the side of her throat. 'Your eyes are becoming even more smoky and sensual, Marietta. From the inside out now, rather than the outside in. Shall we see what happens when the knowledge blooming there becomes a large, petaled rose?

A woman in love—a woman loved properly in return—wears her happiness in her eyes, on her cheeks, on her lips, wears it like an invisible garment, a glorious garment that gives her an aura everyone can see.

Satire is a good tool for highlighting flaws or short-comings, but it is also a way to goad individuals, groups and governments into improvement, by juxtaposing reality with absurdity and not having a giant chasm in between.

But later that year, when David Lilienthal encountered the Oppenheimers at a party in New York, hosted by the socialite Marietta Tree, he noted in his diary that Kitty looked “radiant” and that Robert was “looking actually happy, something I can’t remember ever thinking about him.” A close friend like Harold Cherniss “thought that both Robert and Kitty had come through the hearings amazingly well.” Indeed, if Robert had changed at all, Cherniss thought it was a change for the better. After his ordeal, Cherniss said, Robert listened more and displayed “a greater understanding of others.

This idea, however, came to nothing: the corridors, which were packed with people on the lookout for the lunch trolley, were impossible to negotiate while wearing the Cloak. Harry stowed it regretfully back in his bag, reflecting that it would have been nice to wear it just to avoid all the staring, which seemed to have increased in intensity even since he had last walked down the train. Every now and then students would hurtle out of their compartments to get a better look at him. The exception was Cho Chang, who darted into her compartment when she saw Harry coming. As Harry passed the window he saw her deep in determined conversation with her friend Marietta, who was wearing a very thick layer of makeup that did not entirely obscure the odd formation of pimples still etched across her face.

But love itself does not argue. At first it is seen far off, like a beautiful bird of rare plumage, among flowers, on a morning in spring; it comes nearer, it is timid, it advances, it recedes, it poises on swiftly beating wings, it soars out of sight, but suddenly it is nearer than before; it changes shapes, and grows vast and terrible, till its flight is like the rushing of the whirlwind; then all is calm again, and in the stillness a sweet voice sings the chant of peace or the melancholy dirge of an endless regret; it is no longer the dove, nor the eagle, nor the storm that leaves ruin in its track—it is everything, it is life, it is the world itself, for ever and time without end, for good or evil, for such happiness as may pass all understanding, if God will, and if not, for undying sorrow

Yet he followed her, stalked her, his eyes never straying from her face. “I don’t care about the books.” “What?” Marietta knocked into a chair and stumbled slightly. “I don’t care that you like to read those infernal Dead-Eye Dan novels,” he said, his voice hard, insistent. “Shoot, I’ll even buy you a new set to replace the ones you burned.” He continued his advance. She continued her retreat. “You don’t have to do that. I . . . I don’t need them anymore.” She backed past the table into an area free of furniture. Nothing to hold on to for support. Nothing to hide behind. “Yes, you do!” He shouted that comment. Marietta flinched. “The books are important.” He scowled at her. “You can’t go around saying you love them one minute and then toss them away the next. It ain’t right.” Marietta stopped. Peered up at the man bearing down on her. Then tilted her head to assess him. Her heart gave a hopeful little leap. “We’re not talking about books, are we?

Bingo Junio-Julio-Agosto  Lord Voldemort (un libro que trate sobre la muerte): Un mosntruo viene a verme de Patrick Ness. Conor tiene que lidiar con el temor constante de que su madre muera a causa del cancer y es ahí cuando aparece el monstruo que le hace ver la realidad  Regulus Black (libro que el protagonista tenga un familia rara/malvada/numerosa): La tempestad de Shakespeare. Prospero es traicionado por su hermano y es mandando a una isla en el medio de la nada; Prospero jura venganza mediante sus poderes mágicos.  Barty Crouch Jr (libro que el/la protagonista participe en una secta o investigue sobre las mismas): Las chicas de Emma Cline. Evie se ve envuelta en una secta cuando es abandonada por su mejor amiga y su unica amiga en el mundo.  Fenrir Breyback (libro que tenga licántropos): Luna Nueva de Stephenie Meyer. Bella es abandonada por Edward, se acerca mas a jacob y descubre que el es un hombre lobo  Bellatrix Lestrange (libro en el que el romance tóxico sea lo principal) La selección de Kiera Cass. America Singer se ve envuelta en un triangulo amoroso entre el principe de Íllea, Maxon, y su amor de la ciudad, Aspen.  Draco Malfoy (libro que el/la protagonista sea desertor): Tres espejos; espada de Sebastián Vargas. Jian era un campesino que perdió al amor de su vida y se convierte en un pirata perseguido por el pueblo por ser desertor y huir de luchar en la guerra.  Lucius Malfoy (libro con puterio de ricos) Mansfield Park de Jane Auste. Fanny es adoptada por sus tios ricos y la llevan a vivir a Mansfield Park, ella se ve envuelta en todos los lios, complicaciones y preocupaciones de los ricos, donde cada acción tiene que ser friamente calculada  Petter Pettigrew (libro con animales como protagonistas): El principito de Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. El principito, un hombrecito de traje azul y pelo rubio se hace amigo de un zorro que lo aconseja sobre la vida.  Marietta (libro en que el/la protagonista tenga una doble vida/vida oculta): Heartsong de T.J Klune. Robbie se encuentra en otra manada, con sueño recurrente sobre unos lobos corriendo... Con el paso del tiempo, descubre que la vida que esta viviendo no era su vida.

Leo stared at them all blankly in the expectant silence. A disbelieving laugh escaped him. “You’re all mad if you think I’m going to be forced into a loveless marriage just so the family can continue living at Ramsay House.” Coming forward with a placating smile, Win handed him a piece of paper. “Of course we would never want to force you into a loveless marriage, dear. But we have put together a list of prospective brides, all of them lovely girls. Won’t you take a glance and see if any of them appeals to you?” Deciding to humor her, Leo looked down at the list. “Marietta Newbury?” “Yes,” Amelia said. “What’s wrong with her?” “I don’t like her teeth.” “What about Isabella Charrington?” “I don’t like her mother.” “Lady Blossom Tremaine?” “I don’t like her name.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Leo, that’s not her fault.” “I don’t care. I can’t have a wife named Blossom. Every night I would feel as if I were calling in one of the cows.” Leo lifted his gaze heavenward. “I might as well marry the first woman off the street. Why, I’d be better off with Marks.” Everyone was silent. Still tucked in the corner of the room, Catherine Marks looked up slowly as she realized that she was the focus of the Hathaways’ collective gaze. Her eyes turned huge behind the spectacles, and a tide of pink rushed over her face. “That is not amusing,” she said sharply. “It’s the perfect solution,” Leo said, taking perverse satisfaction in annoying her. “We argue all the time. We can’t stand each other. It’s like we’re already married.” Catherine sprang to her feet, staring at him in outrage. “I would never consent to marry you.” “Good, because I wasn’t asking. I was only making a point.” “Do not use me to make a point!” She fled the room, while Leo stared after her. “You know,” Win said thoughtfully, “we should have a ball.” “A ball?” Merripen asked blankly. “Yes, and invite all the eligible young women we can think of. It’s possible one of them will strike Leo’s fancy, and then he could court her.” “I’m not going to court anyone,” Leo said. They all ignored him. “I like that idea,” Amelia said. “A bride-hunting ball.” “It would be more accurate,” Cam pointed out dryly, “to call it a groom-hunting ball. Since Leo will be the item of prey.” “It’s just like Cinderella,” Beatrix exclaimed. “Only without the charming prince

For the baby who left its parents in such sadness waits here for their arrival safe from the evils of sin. Look, Marietta.” Her face brightened. “Look at them.

boarded a ship, sailing steerage, to Scotland, to study at Anderson College of Medicine in Glasgow. Raymond followed him a year later. Many American Jews, excluded from universities in their own country, were pursuing their medical education abroad. But there was a perverse irony in the notion that the Sackler family, having left Europe just a few decades earlier in search of opportunity in the United States, would be forced, within one generation, to return to Europe in search of equal access to education. Raymond and Mortimer’s sojourn in Scotland, Marietta would come to understand, had been financed by their older brother. Their lodging was cold, because there was a

Whatever it was that drove this passion for collecting, it had an important civic function, Marietta thought. After all, without the largesse of the Medici family, would the Renaissance have happened? Would Florence possess the eternal collection of architecture, painting, and sculpture that it does today?

It was a maze, constructed from sugar, between a pair of ice cliffs that teetered up to brush the stars. Studded with alcoves and delicate sugar-stairs, signs heralded all manner of sumptuous delicacies crafted within. Marietta's heart beat faster as she took it all in, illuminated by strings of tiny ice-lanterns above. chocolate truffles imbued with the finest liquor that promised euphoria with a single bite. Petits fours laced with beautifying charms. Caramel buttercream birds granted with flight. This, then, was Sugar Alley.

It’s mine. Marianne is calling. I better go. Let’s

than

A 2011 report, “Missed Opportunity: Transit and Jobs in Metropolitan America,” found that the Atlanta-Sandy Springs-Marietta metro area was among the worst in the nation for residents trying to reach work via transit. The study, the most recent available, looked at how many people can reach work in 90 minutes between 6 and 9 a.m. on a Monday. Typical residents in the nation’s largest 100 metro areas can reach about 30 percent of jobs by transit in 90 minutes, the study found.

Spring was in the air—ripe, verdant, full of promise. And with the spring came the rush and clamor of weddings. Marietta

And, too, there was that delightful freshness of mist and dewy grass that lingered like spirits at dawn. Marietta

Alle mannen van Venetië zouden in katzwijm aan je voeten vallen,' zegt Marietta. 'Allemaal hoef ik niet,' zegt Lucia. 'Maar een paar zou wel leuk zijn.

Hoe kan het dat niet iedere man in de stad hijgend achter jou aan loopt? vraagt ze. 'Als je dit allemaal weet?' Marietta glimlacht. 'Als jij wist wat ik allemaal weet, zouden dan alle mannen hijgend achter jou aan lopen?' Lucia begint te lachen. 'Mooi niet! Het is al erg genoeg zonder toverdrankjes!' 'Dat bedoel ik,' zegt Marietta... 'Hm,' zegt Lucia een poosje later. 'En het is natuurlijk veel handiger om ze hijgend achter je aan te laten lopen wanneer het jóú uitkomt... Om ze te laten doen wat jij wilt.

She was magic, and he had no idea what he’d done to deserve her. Or how he was going to keep her.

You’re all mad if you think I’m going to be forced into a loveless marriage just so the family can continue living at Ramsay House.” Coming forward with a placating smile, Win handed him a piece of paper. “Of course we would never want to force you into a loveless marriage, dear. But we have put together a list of prospective brides, all of them lovely girls. Won’t you take a glance and see if any of them appeals to you?” Deciding to humor her, Leo looked down at the list. “Marietta Newbury?” “Yes,” Amelia said. “What’s wrong with her?” “I don’t like her teeth.” “What about Isabella Charrington?” “I don’t like her mother.” “Lady Blossom Tremaine?” “I don’t like her name.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Leo, that’s not her fault.” “I don’t care. I can’t have a wife named Blossom. Every night I would feel as if I were calling in one of the cows.” Leo lifted his gaze heavenward. “I might as well marry the first woman off the street. Why, I’d be better off with Marks.” Everyone was silent. Still tucked in the corner of the room, Catherine Marks looked up slowly as she realized that she was the focus of the Hathaways’ collective gaze. Her eyes turned huge behind the spectacles, and a tide of pink rushed over her face. “That is not amusing,” she said sharply. “It’s the perfect solution,” Leo said, taking perverse satisfaction in annoying her. “We argue all the time. We can’t stand each other. It’s like we’re already married.” Catherine sprang to her feet, staring at him in outrage. “I would never consent to marry you.” “Good, because I wasn’t asking. I was only making a point.

Josiah’s gaze narrowed in Santa’s direction. “How did he know our names?” “He must be from around here.” “I don’t live here.” He sounded more surprised than upset. “You’re one of Marietta’s most famous former residents. Most people know who you are.” Ellie touched the top of his hand to reassure him. “Or maybe he’s the real Santa, and you’ll find a special gift under the tree on Christmas morning.” “More like an identity theft notification,” Josiah joked.

had lived and worked in Marietta, Montana, long enough to grasp the importance of proper winter footwear. But today she needed the height and authority that came with heels. One didn’t tell one’s best friend and business partner—

Martin had lived and worked in Marietta, Montana, long enough to grasp the importance of proper winter footwear. But today she needed the height and authority that came with heels. One didn’t tell one’s best friend and business partner—the person responsible for Krista moving halfway across

out,” Jeremy responded, “but they had an answer for that, too. They explained that America has entered into the great Industrial Revolution…” He stressed the words just like they had. “It’s a different time in our country. The first immigrants were a higher caliber of people who fulfilled a different role that is no longer needed. Now it’s only necessary that they work in the factories to improve the American economy.” “And live in poverty?” Marietta

Dear reader, I am so excited to bring Sebastian to you. I’ve fallen in love with Marietta and was really pleased when I was given the green light to contribute to the Bride

consequences. It brings death instead of life and perfection. It is sin, the breaking of the law that prevents men and women from becoming what they were meant to be. It is sin that removes them from a life with God. 'This fact is obvious in every aspect of our lives

Logan's been one of Marietta's most eligible bachelors for too long. Ever since divorcing that useless ditz of a wife, we've all been watching waiting for him to dip his toes into the dating pool again. Nothing. Then, you show up and what happens? He dives straight into the deep end, without taking off his shoes." - Aunt Mabel to Samara

You should stop by the shop. I'll make you up a special Welcome-To-Marietta chocolate basket for Samara. She'll love it." Of course. He should have thought of it himself. "She's got this salted caramel thing that will earn you major points," said Dawson. "the ladies love it." "I shouldn't say this in church." Sage looked down, and dropped her voice to a whisper. "But it's been called orgasmic." With that word, for a split second, everyone around him disappeared. Logan imagined putting a tiny square of rich, smooth candy onto Samara's tongue, watching her lips move as she savored it, kissing her, sharing the sweet, silky heat. What sound would she make when the flavor hit the back of her mouth? Would she moan? Would she ask for more? "It's a gift that keeps on giving," added Dawson, waggling his eyebrows.

He treated her like a china doll that needed to sit on a high shelf and be admired but never handled. Marietta didn’t want to be admired from a distance. She wanted to be touched. Held. Embraced. By him.

all wrong, reminding you of a million little wounds you’d rather forget—can suddenly fit as perfectly as a glass slipper. For the Marly Akers, the heroine of THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE, Marietta, Montana, is just such a place.  Nine years ago she left the small town, and her mother’s iron-fisted control, in the dust.  But now that her life has been upended by a series of spectacular failures, she’s forced to come home to heal. Working for her

once upon a time—confining you too much, defining you all wrong, reminding you of a million little wounds you’d rather forget—can suddenly fit as perfectly as a glass slipper. For the Marly Akers, the heroine of THE SUBSTITUTE BRIDE, Marietta, Montana, is just such a place.  Nine years ago she left the small town, and her mother’s iron-fisted

newsroom walls, as if something in the history of Marietta—the copper boom, the copper bust, the near-escape from becoming a ghost town—could help her. “If you leave a void,” Angelina continued slowly, her enunciation crisp and formal, as always, “people will inevitably fill it with gossip. Every hour you don’t show

When dealing with men, every woman is a consummate actress.

was flying by, and if she couldn’t find a way to forge bonds between her granddaughters, Mamaw knew that come September, Sea Breeze would be sold, the girls would scatter again, and she’d be sitting on the dock howling at the harvest moon. The previous May, Mamaw had invited her three granddaughters—Dora, Carson, and Harper—to celebrate her eightieth birthday at Sea Breeze. She’d had, however, an ulterior motive. In the fall, Marietta was putting Sea Breeze on the market and moving into an assisted

So she spends until about eleven A.M. reading, re-reading, and understanding the new changes in the Project. There are many of these, because this is a Monday morning and Marietta and her higher-ups spent the whole weekend closeted on the top floor, having a

The misnomer is that satirists are pessimists, or even misanthropes, but usually it is just a way to unlock human potential.

U.S.-based readers now account for about 52 percent of The Economist ’s circulation, but the magazine continues to resolutely employ British spelling and usage. “It’s part of our marketing,” says the Economist correspondent Lane Greene, who originally hails from Marietta, Georgia. “We’re an outside view on America, and that’s signaled all the time by the style. It feels British and it reads British, and that’s by design.

What was Christmas for, if not joy? And they had the most special gift of all to celebrate.

Mel," he murmured against her cheek, "everything I need in the world is right here, in my arms.

Life that had given them so much stuff, but so little value.

The great conundrum: sex makes men feel loved; communication makes women feel loved.

No smiling!" said Melinda. "Look stern, everyone."... He kissed her. "Our American Gothic." "Sweet Montana Farms style." And she kissed him back.

Marietta Garbonzo had found me through the ad I placed in the Chicago phone book. The ad used the expensive magnifying glass logo, along with the tagline, Harry McGlade Investigators: We’ll Do Whatever it Takes. It brought in more customers than my last tagline: No Job Too Small, No Fee Too High, or the one prior to that, We’ll Investigate Your Privates.

I’m a Georgia girl at heart. I slept in a University of Georgia T-shirt for more nights in middle school than I care to admit. I’ve been cheering for the Atlanta Braves since Dale Murphy wore the uniform in the 80s. My parents still live in the same house they built in 1980 on the property my grandparents have occupied since the 1950s. I grew up in Marietta, a cute little Southern town where the same guy has done my parents’ dry cleaning for thirty years and the waitresses from Po Folks Restaurant came to my grandmother’s funeral. You know, Mayberry kind of stuff, but with more cliques and monogrammed purses and high school football games.

If a man moves to the forest, and his wife isn't there to share his spaghetti-os, are they still married?

Gavin and I returned to Cisheshire, where we lived happily for the next decade. God was good to us and gifted us with two more precious souls to raise, Annabella, (Gavin came up with the play on combining my best friend's and mine) and Gabriel (as close to Gavin's name, as he

At the time of the agreement, Arthur had his daughters, Carol and Elizabeth, with Else, and would soon have a son, and then a daughter, with Marietta.

by the time Marietta learned that Arthur Sackler, the man she had been seeing, already had a wife and two children, Arthur treated it as a mere detail, a minor technicality that should not slow the two of them down.

The words people wrote, alone in their rooms, pierced their everyday disguises and ripped off the masks they wore for the world. It didn’t take long before Marietta no longer trusted the outstretched hands and open smiles of those who displayed such entirely different personas online. It was hard not to picture the paintings they hid in their attics, the Dorian Gray truths of their souls.

Marietta awoke the following morning to yet another black sky, glittering with the weight of a thousand stars.

New York City life

had been rather modest

car, in New York City,

in the city.

guarantee you that they will be as fresh as if I had,

two carat platinum

Arthur had been, at best, an indifferent father. When Denise, his daughter with Marietta, was in high school, she had to “make an appointment” with his secretary if she wanted to speak to him,

My father’s mother, Grandma Marietta, was a living portrait of her generation: a short squat woman who toiled endlessly in the home. She shared the common lot of Italian peasant women: endless cooking, cleaning, and tending to the family, with a fatalistic submergence of self. “Che pu fare?” (“What can you do?”) was the common expression of the elderly women.

But clean, in that dress, holding Marietta and Freddy’s hands, I felt like somebody’s somebody.

Under the glow of a gas street lamp, Marietta Reid stood in an empty lane, looking up at her future: a bakery.

MARIETTA A sister is a sister. GEKKUTSU-SEI Tengo ganas de que vuelvas a tener cinco años queriéndote como te quiero ahora que tienes más de veinte quiero que vuelvas a tener la edad que tenías cuando vivíamos en Cirujano Videla y tú salías detrás de mí cuando iba a reunirme con mis amigos. Quiero que vuelvas a tener la edad que tenías en una foto donde apareces sacándote arena de entre los dedos de los pies en la playa de Los Lilenes y en otras fotos tomadas ese mismo día en la misma playa donde apareces riéndote con tu cara de japonesita esquimal que no puedo resignarme a considerar muerta ida perdida irrecuperable. ¿Por qué no habré sabido a esa edad cómo te quería? ¿Por qué no habré pasado más tiempo contigo en las vacaciones y en los días de colegio en vez de salir a pararme a la esquina con mis amigos? ¿Por qué no habré pasado contigo absolutamente todo el día? ¿Por qué no habré tenido entonces la edad que tengo ahora para poder apreciar en toda su magnitud tu cara de esquimal tu adorable manera de arrugar el tabique nasal la frente y los ojos cuando te reías como si en esa región de tu cara algo particularmente digno de gozo se congregara? ¿Por qué no habré tenido a esa edad el sueño que tuve anoche en el que los dos vivíamos simultáneamente nuestras dos edades y sin poder vivir de otro modo vivíamos abrazados? ¿Por qué no será posible poder volver a dormir los dos con mi mami en la cama grande y poder mirarte cuando estás silenciosamente dormida por más de una hora como lo haría ahora si pudiéramos volver a dormir juntos? ¿Por qué no puedo resignarme a no verte otra vez como eras en la fotografía en que acabo de verte? ¿Y por qué no puedo resignarme a simplemente quererte? Londres, 5/74

So that’s how I went from being Marietta, future brain surgeon, to TV’s Retta. I don’t regret any bit of it. I wouldn't change my experience at duke for anything...most important, it taught me how to ask myself what I wanted and figure out how to get it. So when I ran into that neurosurgeon friend at Chicago O’Hare, jealousy was born out of anxiousness. I was anxious to get where I was going, to become a tv sitcom star, not to get to that Northwestern comedy show. And jealous that she had already reached her surgical destination. I haven’t gotten my sitcom...yet. But I’m not longer jealous of my peers who are all MD’d up.

Bob lives in Marietta, Georgia and recently had the honor of becoming a great grandfather. He enjoys shooting the breeze with guests and staff at lunchtime at nearby Capozzi’s New York Deli. He spends much of his time trying to make people happy with a generous assortment of terrible jokes.

She is an applications programmer for the Feds. In the old days, she would have written computer programs for a living. Nowadays, she writes fragments of computer programs. These programs are designed by Marietta and Marietta’s superiors in massive week-long meetings on the top floor. Once they get the design down, they start breaking up the problem into tinier and tinier segments, assigning them to group managers, who break them down even more and feed little bits of work to the individual programmers. In order to keep the work done by the individual coders from colliding, it all has to be done according to a set of rules and regulations even bigger and more fluid than the Government procedure manual.

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L'ho guardato spesso, quell'estate, il cielo - qualche volta da solo e qualche volta con Marietta. Non ci ho trovato nessun messaggio, nessuna consolazione - neanche se le stelle erranti fossero infinite, e l'universo brulicasse di mondi che non conosciamo. E' solo un ripetitivo, arido meccanismo di corpi che ruotano nello spazio. Il cielo è vuoto.

In the election selecting Rufus Putnam and Ephraim Cutler as delegates to the convention, a black servant of Colonel Israel Putnam, Christopher Malbone, also known as Kit Putnam, was permitted to cast his ballot in the District of Marietta. It was considered to have been the first vote cast by a free black African in the Northwest Territory.