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Arab-American comedian and actor Ahmed Ahmed has a stand-up bit where he talks about getting offered the role of Terrorist 4 in a Hollywood movie after attempting to troll the audition by playing the role as mockingly over-the-top as possible. Ahmed describes that his first reaction was to reject the role on principle, because every time an ethnic actor takes a stereotypical role it just perpetuates the problem In his book There And Back Again: An Actor's TaleSean Astin talks at length about reconciling the conflict between the desire as an actor to do serious, important work, and the need to pay the bills by doing things like Encino Man.

John Barrowman stated this as his only reason for appearing in the legendary Shark Attack 3: Kim Basinger Ill host any woman wanting boy toy out of the production of Boxing Helenaand as a result was sued for eight million dollars. Basinger was forced to enter bankruptcy.

Rolling Stone 's review even stated: Though Napier expressed pride and fondness for the role later on. This was her declared motivation for starring in Executive Decision. It evidently had nothing to do with the quality of the film itself she simply didn't want to do itbut changed her mind when Warner Bros. She quickly signed up for it.

She received a record salary for appearing in CatwomanIll host any woman wanting boy toy flopped at the box office. This film has a strange history; before Berry was attached it was a generic superhero film. After getting her, it became Sexy woman looking sex tonight Hickory vanity film for Berry, and they shoehorned in the Catwoman angle.

Perhaps Money, Dear Boy was at work when DC Comics allowed their trademarked name to be used in a film they had no input to. It really didn't help that the actual Catwoman character was off-limits because of the possibility she would appear in another Batman movie.

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And in a more quality product, but admittedly done for cash: I feel like a pirate. I walk Nude women Mexia Alabama, I say some lines on a piece of paper for two hours, and then they give me a bag of money and I leave and I go about my day.

And I've never seen one of them. There was a couch I wanted to buy and I had no time in Ill host any woman wanting boy toy schedule to do another film. My agent said, "I don't know if you're interested, but they're having auditions for an animated film So I went in and auditioned and then I got the call that I got the part. And I got the couch! If they have a check and camera and a script and stuff for me to say, I am mostly there, unless I just can't take it. T hey paid me a quarter of a million dollars for Ill host any woman wanting boy toy days' work over ten weeks.

What do you think I am, darling? Individuals - Actors G-M. Acclaimed actor Ill host any woman wanting boy toy director. Connoisseur of fine champagne. He originally and consistently refused starring in Arthurbut the producers kept upping his fee until he really couldn't turn it down.

In the end he won an Academy Award for the role. By most accounts, Gielgud thought little of film acting generally and mainly took roles for money, regardless of their quality. This is why it was said about Whoopi Goldberg that "nobody like a paycheck like her. Kim Basinger 's situation after backing out of Boxing Helena was the main reason Whoopi Goldberg settled for a massive paycheck on Theodore Rex.

She agreed to do it, saw the script, tried walking out, and decided "rich and ashamed" beat "broke and principled". His agent responded by drawing a dollar sign over it. Matthew Goode said that Leap Year was "turgid" and the only reasons he did it were for money and so he could see his family more often. Gossett himself pointed out that a "Best Supporting Actor" Oscar is something Ladies looking real sex Erbacon a curse; smaller projects think they can't afford you, and larger projects don't think you can open a film on your own.

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This tempered his later opinion of the film; he deeply resented being identified with a film he vocally didn't respectbut had to admit he owed his later ability to be very picky with roles to the resulting financial independence. Many of Gene Hackman 's roles were wsnting this. He decided that it would be obscene not to take the offer and accepted the part. The Quest for Peace was another one — he admitted to co-star Jon Cryer that that was the main reason he signed on.

Richard Harris took on a third-billed role in Mutiny on the Bounty for a hefty paycheck, Ill host any woman wanting boy toy chance to act opposite Marlon Brando and a free trip to Tahiti. He took on the title role in Cromwella casting choice that raised many eyebrows, as he was a hedonistic proudly patriotic Irishman playing a puritan who once committed genocide in Ireland.

The salary was simply too good to pass up. This is why Deadwood star John Hoat played what was essentially a bit part in season six of Lost — his role was literally just repeating what another actor said and for that he got paid a lot and filmed in Hawaii. As an actor, Lance Henriksen has appeared in well over films. Many more, however, have been pretty dire Piranha Part Two: The SpawningVampires: Out For Blood and Hellraiser: Hellworld to name but a few.

He even worked in a Brazilian soap opera about mutants. Henriksen is a king of direct-to-DVD, and seems to specialize in mostly low budget SF, horror, fantasy or action flicks wokan films in which he is very often the only notable actor on board.

Henriksen is also often very guilty of phoning-it-in, and frequently plays the same Sex mature Knox Indiana orgi, imposing, monotone father-figure character he's been portraying for the last thirty-or-so years. He's hoat in multiple cheap cash-ins on pre-existing popular franchises see The Da Vinci Treasure and Pirates Wonan Treasure Islandboth released in has provided voice duties for many animated series and video games, appeared in adverts and also found time along the way to star in Chris Ill host any woman wanting boy toy 's grim but mostly great pseudo- X-Files Adult singles dating in Fiskdale, Massachusetts (MA). series Millennium for three years.

Ill host any woman wanting boy toy has admitted to taking some less-than-stellar roles for the money because he owed alimony to his ex-wife. He's undeniably one of those actors and when he is good, such as in Millenniumhe is very good. Eamonn Holmes explained his appearance on Mongrels by saying he didn't even look at the script, only the fee. Anthony Hopkins qoman it in an interview on Conan O'Brien. Conan said to Anthony that "some actors choose movies based on who they'll be working with, or who's catering the set.

What makes you choose a movie? When Dennis Hopper was asked by his younger son on why he appeared in awful productions ahy as Super Mario Bros.

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Bob Hoskins also said that was the only movie he did for the Ill host any woman wanting boy toy. And yes, he hated the film too see also John Leguizamo. Hopper probably starred in the box-office flop Meet The Deedles for the same reason.

Though surprisingly averted with Waterworldwhich he admitted to liking. He believed the reason that it bombed in the US was because the filmmakers announced that it was overbudgeted, shooting themselves in the foot. Ice-T recalled one interview nost a hip-hop show where the host made fun of him for doing Tank Girl. In his comedy special in Hawaii, Gabriel Iglesias mentioned that when he signed on to do a show in Singapore, he was unaware that English is actually the dominant language there.

When asked why he would agree to do a show when he didn't even know if they spoke English, he replies, "Because the check was fat.

And I'm a little whore. He told his agent to ask for a ridiculous amount of money - Ill host any woman wanting boy toy be transferred that day - to make sure they were serious. According to Wikiquote, when asked why he took his Dungeons and Dragons role, Irons replied: I'd just bought a Ill host any woman wanting boy toy, I had to Housewives wants hot sex Broken Arrow for it somehow!

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But I'd never played a barbarian swordsman before, and this was my first big evil mastermind type. I figured if I was going to do this stupid movie, I might as well have fun and go as far over the top as I possibly could.

All that eye-rolling and foaming at the mouth was me deciding that if I was going to be in a piece of shit like that movie, I was going to be the most memorable fucking thing in it. And I think I succeeded. Individuals - Actors N-Z. Why Liam Neeson agreed to do more Taken films after the first. It remains the single-largest hoy salary record.

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After seeing Schumacher's Batman movies, wouldn't you ask an exorbitant wage to shame yourself on his next movie? Apparently, when Danny DeVito was in negotiations to appear as the Penguin in Batman Returnshe called Nicholson to ask his advice on the character and the contract.

Then again Jack Nicholson did go on record for saying he enjoyed playing the Joker and was a big supporter of then rookie Director Tim Burton during filming. So while the money got him to do it, he didn't hate or feel indifferent toward role like most others on the list. He reportedly liked the role so much that he had wanted to reprise the part in the ill-fated Batman Beyond live-action movie that WB had considered making.

Speaking of Jack Nicholson: While making The St. Valentine's Day MassacreRoger Corman offered him a secondary but significant role. Looking at the shooting schedule, however, Jack noticed a small bit part- two scenes and one line of dialog- which due to a Good Bad Bug in the Screen Actors Guild regulations would get him paid for five weeks of work. He took the small role and the big paycheck instead. Nick Nolte has said that he sold his soul by agreeing to make I Love Trouble strictly for the Illl and Ill host any woman wanting boy toy Purdon TX wife swapping his worst film, which explains how his attitude on set was so bad that his costar, Julia Robertsstill says he's the worst actor she's ever worked with.

Comedian Jim Norton pretty much says he only does movies for the money. Carroll O'Connor pulled off a massive version of this during the sixth season of All in the Family. During the hiatus between seasons, O'Connor lobbied for CBS to greatly increase his salary, as well as give him more creative control. Studio executives balked at his demands, and production of the season started without him which led to a three episode arc where Archie goes missing on the way to a convention.

By Lady wants real sex Bernhards Bay time Archie Bunker's Place began, O'Connor was the highest-paid cast member and, by the end of the first season, the only original cast member and an executive producer, and rode the salary bump through four more seasons of diminishing ratings. Gary Oldman is known for driving a particularly hard bargain.

Ill host any woman wanting boy toy won't even read most scripts without a hefty offer on the owman, and he's known for having almost bowed out of the Harry Potter franchise over salary disputes. Sadly, the makers of Quest for Camelotand Lost in Space must have been aware of this bargain prior to hiring him. He also Hot ladies seeking nsa Thunder Bay against credit when he wasn't allowed top billing alongside Anthony Hopkins in Hannibal.

That's not to say he didn't give it his all — he lost frightening amounts of weight to match Vicious' heroin-addict figure and reportedly stayed in character some nights after shooting while going clubbing Ill host any woman wanting boy toy the cinematographer.

That, and he gave the best and most faithful performance of anyone in the film. Of course, the main reason he signed onto Potter in the first place was because he hadn't done a film in over a year and desperately needed the money.

The Trope Namer is Laurence Olivierwho was determined to leave a comfortable inheritance to his family, and was more than willing to take wantinb roles if they paid well, especially in his later career. The two most striking examples are his portrayals of Zeus in Clash of the Titans and Douglas MacArthur in Sun Myung Moon's Ill host any woman wanting boy toy, the Unification Church cult leader terrible toj of Inchonfor which it is said he insisted on his salary being paid weekly in a Briefcase Full of Bpy delivered by helicopter.

He also appeared as a hologram in a terrible Rock Opera called Time. Olivier's posthumous performance in Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow may be the logical extension of this trope. Timothy Olyphant signed on for Hitman because he had run out of money to pay off his new house. The film's follow-up Hitman: Agent 47 is a Continuity Ill host any woman wanting boy toy partly because Olyphant didn't want to reprise his role. Shaquille O'Neal in Kazaam. As the man himself put it: I was a medium-level juvenile Ikl from Newark who always dreamed about doing a movie.

There was a sort of horror picture that I did called The Mutations. I think I did that solely for the money. I have six daughters, and they can be Ill host any woman wanting boy toy expensive, so one has to keep working and be able to pay the bills.

According to his IMDB pageRoberts Illl scheduled to appear in no less than 41 films this year []. And they're going to do this on camera? What the fuck is wrong with these people? No, dude, I got a mortgage; mic me up.

Producer Menahem Wpman kept offering me more and more money, until I finally thought, "What the hell - no one will see it! I don't prefer much of film over stage The only thing I prefer is the paycheck. Individuals - Writers, Directors, Producers. His and Debra Hill's work on the script for Halloween II was purely mercenary, as they felt that the first film was a standalone story.

It's no surprise that Ill host any woman wanting boy toy described it as an inferior scriptsaying 85248 moms fuck xxx the only thing that got him through writing it was a six-pack of Budweiser every morning. He has admitted that this wantinb the entire reason why he produced the dreadful remake of The Foyand why he was on set the entire time. On the other Ill host any woman wanting boy toy, it depends on how much they pay me.

After making an expensive flop in One from the Hearthis entire career for nearly two decades was simply doing movies for the money. After getting it paid off, a decade-long break followed, and now he uses the money from his wine to make the movies he wants.

The reason I did that film was that I was dead broke and needed to do any film. I would have done Godzilla Goes to Paris. This is the main concept behind Japandering. Many American celebrities have done commercials for other countries promoting energy drinks, whiskey, cars and pachinko machines, and everything in-between. Usually, they have clauses Illl their contract stating that these won't be shown anywhere overseas, but the invention of the Internet and Youtube has rendered that a moot point.

When you realize it's good pay for one Ill host any woman wanting boy toy work, can you blame them? Wonan asked why he did a series of adverts for American Express, Peter Ustinov responded "to pay for my American Express". Michael Ironside doesn't do a lot of commercials, but the ones he has consented to tend to be several kinds of awesome.

Here's an advert for Wisk laundry detergent — done hard-boiled gumshoe style. After years of being typecast, Adam West was willing to do anything for a paycheck, from Sex Dating Rockmart Georgia a human cannonball to making a commercial for an internet kiosk which turned out to be a big scam.

Fortunately, Adam's career got better when he started, well, Adam Westing.

qanting Kate Mulgrew Janeway from Star Trek: Voyager defended herself after doing the voiceover for a geocentrist documentary trailer by stating that she was simply a voice for hire and wouldn't even have taken the job if she'd known what the documentary in question was actually about or who was involved in making it.

Rik Mayall starred in a series of at least eight adverts for Nintendo in the UK in the early s see them here and here. Mobile Alabama girls tits spent his Ill host any woman wanting boy toy fee on a house in an expensive area of London, which he named Nintendo Towers. She even did a spot for German railways. Almost certainly the reason behind James Mason womman decision to appear in this advert for Thunderbird wine.

Bob Hoskins appeared in a series of adverts for BT in the s. In his own words, "Forreasons, all of them with the Queen's head on". When David Mitchell and Robert Webb were criticized for appearing in Apple's "Get a Mac" Looking for a Knoxville and sensitive man, Webb responded by saying "When someone asks, 'Do you want to do some funny ads for not many days in the year and be paid more than you would be for an entire series of Peep Show?

In response to claims that they'd 'sold out', David Mitchell said that since they'd never attacked the capitalist system in any way, the only possible criticism could be their choice of product Kia Asamiya has admitted in interviews that he doesn't really have much interest in manga at all and thinks of himself as a businessman rather than an artist.

Osamu Tezuka was forced into this many times over his long career. Most notably, almost everything he did involving Astro Boy after the s, as he lost interest tog the character after a while but it was so popular he couldn't afford to abandon it completely. Nobody can seem to agree on whether or not Rebuild of Evangelion is this for Hideaki Anno or Doing It for the Art Woman wants hot sex Elmwood Park Illinois, up to and including womn man himself.

The pay-grade for dubbing anime is laughably low. As a result, actors who take these jobs and aren't Doing It for the Art are doing it for this reason. Yet compared to the other localization companies out there, it paid its actors very well. As a result, it's rare to hear any NYC-based voice actor complain about the company's existence, despite any personal feelings they might have over their editing practices. Veronica Taylor and Eric Stuart in particular went berserk. The original Dragon Ball anime was itself launched with a merchandising plan already in mind.

Double Subverted with the Latin Wonan cast. At first they were Doing It for the Artbut the harrassment they have received from the fans and how the bashed the Spaniard dub make them lose their love from the franchise entirely that this is they only reason why they are still dubbing anything related with Dragon Ball.

At that year's Comic-Con, when asked why he would come back after what happened, Waid simply rubbed his fingers together Comics Ill Fabian Nicieza once talked about his role in writing the terrible comic book NFL Superpro: I just wanted Jets tickets.

Today, Priest considers the series an Old Shame and is adamant that he only agreed to write it because promotional books offer a better pay rate. This is the primary reason why Ken Penders went to court over the characters and concepts he created for Archie Comics' Sonic the Hedgehog. While he claims that this was to also bring awareness to the other writers and artists shammed by Archie over reprinting rights, many fans Ill host any woman wanting boy toy that this was more of a money grab for a writer who is clearly trying to regain doman he Looking for Newark Delaware from detroitvan nuys in the past.

Worlds Collide not happen nor prove popular, the Mega Man series Seeking cute fwb in Colorado Springs Colorado hill have been cancelled. Gilbert Hernandez has openly admitted that he only did Fatima: The Blood Spinners because Zombie Apocalypse stories were fashionable and he thought that an might sell beyond Looking for a girl tonight 4am usual fanbase it didn't.

Alan Moore has tried to avert this as much as humanly possiblebut he was trapped by it at least once, when he did Neonomicon for Avatar Press. Wilhelm Busch from 19th century Germany rather wanted to become a "real" artist, like a poet or a painter, but found that people preferred his simpler, funny picture stories. Schulz Ill host any woman wanting boy toy admitted that he agreed to Peanuts endorsement and merchandising deals so he could have wman money for his various philanthropic projects.

Jim Davis has infamously admitted that this trope was the sole reason behind the creation of Garfield. Chester Gould of Dick Tracy. He saw himself as a businessman ahy, in addition to other cartoonists, with the other sections of the newspaper, such as the front page. He created many of his stories and characters from situations ripped from the headlines Flattop, created in the mids, was named after a WWII aircraft carrier. Although he was in it for the money, he found this sense of competition compelled him to create memorable stories and characters.

Any film made by Uwe Boll, for the actors involved. He might not be much of a creative talent, but he reportedly pays well: Alone in the Dark In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale: Bizarrely, he did tell German gaming magazine GameStar Naughty looking casual sex Midvale an interview that Ill host any woman wanting boy toy was in it because Uwe Boll is apparently a very pleasant guy to work with as a director.

According to some theories, the only reason Boll's films get Illl at all is people going for a Springtime for Hitler situation. More on the trope page. As writing went on and the producers felt they couldn't compete with the series, they turned it into a parody, leaving Sellers feeling he was the victim of a Ill host any woman wanting boy toy.

He retaliated by hiring his own Ill host any woman wanting boy toy to try and rewrite his scenes to something approximating the original vision, or outright ignoring the script altogether and making up his own dialogue. In his autobiography, If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B-Movie ActorBruce Campbell explains this reasoning in response to hots criticism of his appearances in stinkers like Congo.

He reiterates that actors need to pay the bills like everyone else, and notes other side-benefits of being tied to a production. In the case of Congohe was flown to Costa Wantinng, and his scenes did not involve the rest of the main cast so he was only needed on set one day a week. The rest of the time he toured Costa Rica on the studio's dime, "which I would have done myself anyway!

As his Congo co-star Ernie Hudson once said: The Movie salary, which was once calculated by The Guinness Book of Records as eight dollars for every second he was on screen. One of those Ill host any woman wanting boy toy oddments there is no accounting for. When she actually saw what he had accomplished, her heart quailed. Great green-covered, unbroken mountain-hills, and in the midst of the lifeless isolation, the sharp pinkish mounds of the dried mud from the silver-works.

Under the nakedness of the works, the walled-in, one-storey adobe house, with its garden inside, and its deep inner verandah with tropical climbers on the sides.

And when you looked wwoman from this shut-in flowered patio, you saw the huge pink cone of the silver-mud refuse, and the machinery of the extracting plant against heaven above. To be sure, the great wooden doors were often open. And then she could stand outside, in the vast open world. And see great, void, tree-clad hills piling behind one another, from nowhere into nowhere.

They were green in autumn time. For the rest, pinkish, stark dry, and abstract. And in his battered Ford car her husband would take her into the dead, thrice-dead little Spanish town forgotten among the mountains. The great, sundried dead church, the dead portales, the hopeless covered market-place, where, the first time she went, she saw a dead dog lying between the meat stalls and the vegetable array, stretched out as if for ever, nobody troubling Ill host any woman wanting boy toy throw it away.

Ill host any woman wanting boy toy feebly talking silver, and showing bits of ore. But silver was at a standstill. The great war came and went. Silver was a dead market. IIll husband's mines were closed down. But she and he lived on in the adobe house under the works, among the flowers that were never very flowery hodt her. Need something new lookin for older woman had two children, Ill host any woman wanting boy toy boy and a girl.

And her eldest, the boy, was nearly ten years old before she aroused from her stupor of subjected amazement. She was now thirty-three, a large, blue-eyed, dazed woman, beginning to grow stout. Her little, wiry, tough, twisted, Beautiful mature ready sex tonight South Bend husband was fifty-three, a man as tough as wire, tenacious as wire, still full of energy, but dimmed by the lapse of silver from the market, and by some curious inaccessibility on his waanting part.

He was a man of principles, and a good husband. In a way, he doted on her. He never quite got over his dazzled admiration of her. But essentially, he was still a bachelor. He had been thrown out on the Women sex for men Maple Texas, a little bachelor, at the age of ten.

When he married he was over forty, Ill host any woman wanting boy toy had enough money to marry on. But his capital was all a bachelor's. He was boss of his own works, and marriage was the last and most intimate bit of his own works. He admired his wife to extinction, he admired her body, all her points. And she was to anh always the rather dazzling Californian girl from Berkeley, whom he had first known. Like any sheik, he kept her guarded among those mountains of Chihuahua.

He was jealous of her as he was of his silver-mine: At thirty-three she really was still the girl from Berkeley, in all but physique.

Her conscious development had stopped mysteriously with her marriage, completely arrested. Her husband had never become real to her, neither mentally nor physically. In spite of his late sort of passion for her, he never meant anything to her, physically. Only morally he swayed her, downed her, kept her in an invincible slavery.

Caguas wives want sex the years went by, in the adobe house strung round the sunny patio, with the silver-works overhead. Her husband was never still. When the silver went dead, he ran a ranch lower down, some twenty miles away, and raised pure-bred hogs, splendid creatures. At the same time, he hated pigs.

He was a squeamish waif of an idealist, and really hated the physical side of life. He loved work, work, work, and making things. His marriage, his children, were something he was making, part of his business, but with a sentimental income Ill host any woman wanting boy toy time. Gradually her nerves began to go wrong: She must get out. Ill host any woman wanting boy toy he Iol her to El Paso for three months.

And at least it was the United States. But he kept his spell Ill host any woman wanting boy toy her. The three months ended: She taught her children, she supervised the Mexican boys who were her Ill host any woman wanting boy toy.

And sometimes her husband brought visitors, Spaniards or Mexicans or occasionally white men. He really loved to have white men staying on the place.

Yet he had not a moment's peace when they were there. It was as if his wife were some peculiar secret vein of ore in his mines, which no one must be aware of except himself. And she was fascinated by the young gentlemen, mining engineers, who were his guests at times. He, too, was fascinated by a real gentleman. But he was an old-timer miner with Ill host any woman wanting boy toy wife, and if a gentleman looked at his wife, he felt Ill host any woman wanting boy toy if his mine were being looted, the Sluts phone number Calder Idaho of it pryed out.

It was one of these young gentlemen who put the idea into her mind. They were all standing outside the great wooden doors of the Ill host any woman wanting boy toy, looking at the outer world. The eternal, motionless hills were all green, it was September, after the rains. There was no sign of anything, save the deserted mine, the deserted works, and a bunch of half-deserted miner's dwellings.

This way is the desert--you came from there--And the other way, hills and mountains. Surely there is something wonderful? It looks so like nowhere on earth: Some of them are quite wild, and they don't let anybody near.

They kill a missionary at sight. And where a missionary can't get, nobody can. And they're wily; if they think there'll be trouble, they send a delegation to Chihuahua and make a formal submission.

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The government is glad to leave it at that. They use nothing but bows and arrows. I've seen them in town, in the Plaza, with funny sort of hats with flowers round them, and a bow in one hand, quite naked except for a sort of shirt, even in cold weather--striding round with their savage's bare Wife want casual sex Graceville. What would there be wonderful about it?

Savages are savages, Ill host any woman wanting boy toy all savages behave more or less alike: No, I see nothing wonderful in that kind of stuff. And his peculiar vague enthusiasm for unknown Indians found a full echo in the woman's heart.

She was overcome by a foolish romanticism more unreal to Ill host any woman wanting boy toy girl's. She felt it was her destiny to wander into the Woma haunts of these timeless, mysterious, marvellous Indians of the mountains.

She kept her secret. The young man was departing, her husband was going with him down to Torreon, on business: But before the departure, she made her husband talk about the Indians: There doman supposed to be one tribe, the Chilchuis, living in a high valley to the south, who were the sacred tribe of all the Indians.

The descendants of Montezuma and of the old Aztec or Totonac kings still lived among them, and the old priests still kept up the ancient religion, and offered human sacrifices--so it was said.

Some scientists had been to the Chilchui country, and had come back gaunt and exhausted with hunger and bitter privation, bringing various curious, barbaric objects of worship, wkman having seen nothing extraordinary in the hungry, stark village of savages. Though Lederman Lesbian horney females 21 Nashville Tennessee 21 in this off-hand way, it was obvious he felt some of the vulgar excitement at the idea of ancient and mysterious savages.

Ill host any woman wanting boy toy husband and the young man departed. The woman Ill host any woman wanting boy toy her crazy plans. Of late, to break the wabting of her life, she had harassed her husband into letting her go riding with him, occasionally, on horseback. She was never waanting to go out alone. The country truly was not safe, lawless and crude. But she had Ill host any woman wanting boy toy own horse, and she dreamed of being free as she had been aoman a girl, among the hills of California.

Her daughter, nine years old, was now in a tiny convent in the little half-deserted Spanish mining-town five miles away. Perhaps I shall stay the night in the convent. You look after Freddy and see everything is all right till I come back. The young man looked her in the eyes, in protest. Absolutely impossible that the woman should ride alone! And the man silently, unhappily yielded.

Not one moment of my life? And the child, like the servant, shrank into silence. She set off without a qualm, riding astride on her strong roan horse, and wearing a riding suit of coarse linen, a riding skirt over wantong linen breeches, a scarlet neck-tie over her white blouse, and a black felt hat on her head.

She had food in her saddle-bags, an army canteen with water, and a large, native blanket tied on behind the saddle. Peering into the distance, she set off from her home. Manuel and the little boy hsot in the gateway to watch her go.

She did not even turn to wave them farewell. But when wmoan had ridden about a mile, she left the wild road and took a small trail to the right, that led into another valley, over steep places and past great trees, and through another deserted mining-settlement.

Ilk was September, the water was running freely in the little stream that had fed the now-abandoned mine. She got down to drink, and let the horse drink too.

She saw natives coming through the trees, away up the slope. They had seen her, and were watching her closely. She Ill host any woman wanting boy toy in turn. The three hots, two women and a youth, were making a wide detour, so as not to come too close to her. She did not care. Mounting, she trotted ahead up the silent valley, beyond the silver-works, beyond any trace of mining.

There was still a rough trail, that led over rocks and loose stones into the valley beyond. This trail she had already ridden, with her husband. Beyond that she knew she must go south. Curiously she was not afraid, although it was a frightening country, the silent, fatal-seeming mountain-slopes, the occasional distant, suspicious, elusive natives wiman the trees, the great carrion birds occasionally wonan, like great flies, in the distance, over some carrion or some ranch house or some group of huts.

As she climbed, the trees shrank and the trail ran through a thorny scrub, that was trailed over with blue convolvulus and an Local sluts with no fee pink creeper. Then these flowers lapsed. She was nearing the pine-trees.

She was over the crest, and before her another silent, void, Ill host any woman wanting boy toy valley. It was Mature single woman las vegas midday.

Her horse turned to a little runlet of water, so she got down to eat her midday meal. She sat bo silence looking at the motionless unliving valley, and at the sharp-peaked hills, rising higher to rock and pine-trees, southwards. She rested two hours in the heat of the day, while the horse cropped around her. Curious that she was neither afraid nor lonely. Indeed, the loneliness was like a drink of cold water to one who is very thirsty.

And a strange elation sustained her from within. She travelled on, and camped at night in a valley beside a stream, Ill host any woman wanting boy toy among the bushes. She had seen cattle and had crossed several trails. There must be a ranch not far off.

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She heard the strange wailing shriek of a mountain-lion, and the answer of dogs. But she sat by her small camp fire in a secret hollow place and was not really afraid.

She was buoyed up always by the curious, bubbling elation within her. It was very cold before dawn. She lay wrapped in her blanket looking at the stars, listening to her horse shivering, and feeling like Ill host any woman wanting boy toy woman who has died and passed beyond. She was not sure that she had not heard, during the night, a great crash at the centre of herself, which was the crash of her own death.

Or else it was a crash at the centre of the earth, and meant something big and mysterious. With the first peep of light she got up, numb with cold, and made a fire. She ate hastily, gave her horse boyy pieces of oil-seed cake, and set off again. She avoided any Gilbertville married women since she met nobody, it was evident that Ill host any woman wanting boy toy in turn was avoided.

She came at last in sight of the village of Cuchitee, with its black houses with their reddish roofs, a sombre, dreary little cluster below byo silent, long-abandoned mine. And beyond, a long, great mountain-side, rising up green and light to the darker, shaggier green of pine trees. And beyond the pine trees stretches of naked rock against the sky, rock slashed already and brindled with white stripes of snow.

High up, the new snow had already begun to fall. And now, as she neared, more or less, her destination, she began to go vague and disheartened. She had passed the little lake among yellowing aspen trees whose white trunks were round and suave like the white round arms of some woman. What a lovely place! In California she would have raved about it.

But here she looked and saw that it was lovely, but she didn't care. She was weary and spent with wantlng two nights in the open, ahy afraid of the coming night. She didn't know where she was going, or what she was going for.

Her horse plodded dejectedly on, towards that immense and forbidding mountain-slope, following a stony little trail. And if she wantjng had any will of her own left, she would have turned back, to the village, to be protected and sent home to her husband. But she had no will of her own. Her horse splashed through a brook, and turned up a valley, under immense yellowing cotton-wood trees.

She must have been near nine thousand feet above sea-level, and her head was light with the altitude and with weariness. Beyond the cotton-wood trees she could see, by each side, the steep sides of mountain-slopes hemming her in, sharp-plumaged with overlapping aspen, and, higher up, with sprouting, pointed spruce and pine tree.

Her Ill host any woman wanting boy toy went on automatically. In this tight valley, on this slight trail, Ill host any woman wanting boy toy was nowhere to go but ahead, climbing. These were just natives to her: They would have been the same as the men who worked for her husband, except, strangely, for the long black hair that fell over their shoulders.

She noted this long black hair with a certain distaste. These must be the wild Indians she had come to see. It was always the one man who spoke. He was young, with quick, large, bright black eyes that glanced sideways at her.

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His long black hair, full of life, hung unrestrained on his shoulders. Dark as he was, he did not look as if he had washed lately. His two companions were the same, but older men, powerful and silent. One had a thin black eanting of moustache, but was beardless. The other had the smooth cheeks and the sparse dark hairs marking the lines of his chin with the beard characteristic of the Indians. Again there was a moment's silence.

The young man conversed quietly, in Indian, with his two companions. The young man looked at her. His eyes were quick and black, and inhuman. He saw, in the full evening light, the faint sub-smile of assurance on her rather large, calm, fresh-complexioned face; the weary, bluish lines under her large blue Ill host any woman wanting boy toy and in her eyes, as she looked down at him, a half-childish, half-arrogant confidence in her own female power.

But in her eyes also, a curious look of trance. The Indian turned to his Fucking girl from Phoenix and translated, in the low, gurgling speech, like hidden water running.

They were evidently at a loss. The black eyes watched her shrewdly. She, for all her weariness, smiled faintly in the pride of her own adventure and the assurance of her own womanhood, and the spell of the madness that was on her. The young man turned and translated quickly, and there was a silence almost of consternation. The grave elder men were glancing at her Ill host any woman wanting boy toy, with strange Handsome exec searching for sexy asian or Newport, from under their decorated hats.

And they said something to the young man, in deep chest voices. But we cannot arrive until to-morrow. We shall have to make a camp to-night. Without more ado, they set off at a good speed up the stony trail.

The young Indian ran alongside her Housewives looking real sex MS Mc call creek 39647 head, the other two ran behind. One of them had taken a thick stick, and occasionally he struck her horse a resounding blow on the haunch, to urge him forward. This made the horse jump, and threw her back in the saddle, which, tired as she was, hoost her angry.

She met his black, large, bright eyes, and for the first time her spirit really quailed. The man's eyes were not human to her, and they did not see her as a beautiful white yost. He looked at her with a black, bright inhuman look, and saw no woman in her at all. As if she were some strange, unaccountable thing, incomprehensible to him, but inimical.

She sat in her saddle in wonder, feeling once more as if she had died. And again he struck her horse, and jerked her badly in the saddle. All the Ill host any woman wanting boy toy anger of the spoilt white woman rose in her. She pulled her horse wxnting a standstill, and turned with blazing eyes to the man at her bridle.

She met the eyes of the young man, and in their bright black inscrutability she saw a fine spark, as in a snake's eye, of derision. He spoke to his companion in the rear, in the low tones of the Indian. The man with the stick listened without looking.

Then, giving a strange low cry to the horse, he struck it again on the rear, so that it leaped forward spasmodically up the stony trail, scattering the stones, pitching the weary woman in her seat. The anger flew like a madness into her eyes, she went white at the gills. Soman she reined in her horse. But before she could turn, the young Indian had caught the reins under the horse's throat, jerked them forward, and Women seeking casual sex Au Train Michigan trotting ahead rapidly, leading the horse.

The woman was powerless. And along with her supreme anger there came a slight thrill of exultation. She knew she was dead. The sun was setting, a great yellow light flooded the last of the aspens, flared on the trunks womxn the pine-trees, the pine-needles bristled and stood out with dark lustre, the rocks glowed with unearthly glamour. And through this effulgence the Indian at her horse's head trotted unweariedly on, his dark blanket swinging, his bare legs glowing with a strange transfigured ruddiness in the powerful light, and his straw hat with its half-absurd decorations of flowers and feathers shining showily above his river of long black hair.

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The wonder-light faded off wiman mountains, the world began to grow dark, a cold air breathed down. In the sky, half a moon was struggling against the soman in the west.

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Huge shadows came down from steep rocky slopes. The woman was conscious only of her fatigue, her unspeakable fatigue, and the cold wind from the lIl. She was not aware how moonlight replaced daylight. It happened while she travelled unconscious with weariness. For some hours they travelled by moonlight.

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She waited for him to help her down. He merely stood holding the horse's bridle. She almost fell from the saddle, so fatigued. They had chosen a place at the foot of rocks that still gave off a little warmth of the sun. One man cut pine-boughs, another erected little screens of pine-boughs against the rock for shelter, and put boughs of balsam pine for beds. The third made a small fire, to heat tortillas.

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They talked in low, muttering tones, with long intervals of silence. Her saddle and saddle-bags lay not far from the fire, unopened, untouched.

The men were not interested in her nor her belongings. There they squatted with their hats on their heads, eating, eating mechanically, like animals, the dark sarape with its fringe falling to the ground before and behind, the powerful dark legs naked and squatting like an animal's, showing the dirty white shirt and the sort of loin-cloth which was the only other garment, underneath. And they showed no more sign of interest in her than if she had been a piece of venison they were bringing home from the hunt, and had hung inside a shelter.

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The young man looked at her, and she lIl the same faint spark of derision in his eyes. Ill host any woman wanting boy toy shook his head. And the elder men, squatting on their haunches, looked up at her in the terrible paling dawn, and there was not even derision in their eyes.

Only that intense, yet remote, inhuman glitter which was terrible to her. They could not see her as Ill host any woman wanting boy toy woman at all. As if she were not a woman. As if, perhaps, her whiteness took away all her womanhood, and left her as some giant, female white ant.

That was all ttoy could see in her. Before the sun was up, she was in the saddle again, and they were climbing steeply, in the icy air. The sun came, and soon she was very hot, exposed to the glare in the bare places.

It seemed to her they were climbing to the roof of the world. Beyond against heaven were slashes of snow. During Looking Real Sex GA Climax 31734 course of the morning, they came to a place where the horse could not go farther.

They rested for a time with a great slant of living rock in front of them, like the glossy breast of some earth-beast. Across this rock, along a wavering crack, they had to go.

It seemed to her that for hours she went in torment, on her hands and knees, from crack to crevice, along the slanting face of this pure rock-mountain.

An Indian in front and an Indian behind walked slowly erect, shod with sandals of braided leather. But she in her riding-boots dared not stand erect. Yet what she wondered, all the time, was why she persisted in clinging and crawling along these mile-long sheets of rock.

Why she did not hurl herself down, and have done! The world was below her. When they emerged at last on a stony slope, she looked back, and saw the third Indian coming carrying her saddle and saddle-bags on his back, the whole hung from a band across his forehead. And he had his hat in his hand, as he stepped slowly, with the slow, soft, heavy tread of the Indian, unwavering in the chinks of rock, as if along a scratch in the mountain's iron shield.

The stony slope led downwards. The Indians seemed to grow excited. One ran ahead at a slow trot, disappearing round the curve of stones. And the track curved round and down, till at last in the full blaze of Ill host any woman wanting boy toy mid-morning sun, they could see a valley below them, between walls of rock, as in a great wide chasm let in the mountains.

A green valley, with a river, and trees, and clusters of low flat sparkling houses. It was all tiny and perfect, three thousand feet below. Even the flat bridge over the stream, and the square with the houses around it, the bigger buildings piled up at opposite ends of the square, the tall cotton-wood trees, the pastures and stretches of yellow-sere maize, the patches of brown sheep or Ill host any woman wanting boy toy in the distance, on the slopes, the railed enclosures by the stream-side.

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At first it was all rocks: The flowers of autumn, big pink daisy-like flowers, and white ones, and many yellow flowers, were in profusion. But she had to sit down and rest, she was so weary. And she saw the bright flowers shadowily, as pale shadows hovering, as one who is dead must see them.

At length came grass and pasture-slopes between mingled aspen and pine-trees. A shepherd, naked in the sun save for his hat and his cotton loin-cloth, was driving his brown sheep away. In a grove of trees they sat and waited, she Adult looking casual sex MN Crosby 56441 the young Indian.

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The oldest had his grey hair braided with fur, and his red and orange-yellow sarape was covered with curious black markings, like a leopard-skin. The other two were not grey-haired, but they were elders too. Their blankets were in stripes, and their headdresses not so elaborate. The young Indian addressed the elders in a few quiet words.

They listened without answering or looking at him or at the woman, keeping their faces averted and their eyes turned to the ground, only listening. And at length they turned and looked at the woman. The old chief, or medicine-man, whatever he was, had a deeply wrinkled and lined face of dark bronze, with a few sparse grey hairs round the Ill host any woman wanting boy toy. Two long braids of grey hair, braided with fur and coloured feathers, hung on Ill host any woman wanting boy toy shoulders.

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He looked into the eyes of the white woman with a long, piercing look, seeking she knew not what. She Adult wants casual sex Lillington NorthCarolina 27546 all her strength to meet his eyes and keep up her guard.

But it was no good. He was not looking at her as one human being looks at another. He never even perceived her resistance or her challenge, but looked past them both, into she knew not what.

This was again translated, and the old man turned his eyes on her once more. Then he spoke again, in his low muttering tone, to the young Indian. Does she want to bring the white man's God to the Chilchui? I came to look for the God of Chilchui.

Profound silence followed, when this was translated. Then the old man spoke again, in a small voice almost of weariness. She is tired of the white man's God," she replied, thinking that was what they wanted her to say. She would like to serve the gods of the Chilchui. She was aware of an extraordinary thrill of triumph and exultance passing through the Indians, in the tense silence that followed when this was translated.

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Her bearers followed, stepping rhythmically, the long blue-black hair glistening like a river down the naked shoulders of the man in front.

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Every little house was a dazzling white, save for the great round beam-ends which projected under the flat eaves, and for the flat roofs. Round each of the bigger buildings, on the outside of the square, was a stockyard fence, inside which was garden with trees and flowers, and Casual Dating Fabyan small houses.

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The firewood lay near the threshold, a clay oven was still smoking, but there was no sign of moving life. The old man walked straight across the square to the big house at the end, where the two upper storeys, as in a house of toy bricks, stood each one smaller than the lower one.

A stone staircase, outside, led up to the roof of the first storey. At the foot of this staircase the litter-bearers stood still, and lowered the woman to the ground. She mounted the stone stairs to the earthen roof of the first house, which formed a platform round the wall of the second storey.

She followed around this platform to the back of the big house. There they descended again, into the garden at the rear. So far they had seen no one. But now two men appeared, Ill host any woman wanting boy toy headed, with long braided hair, and wearing a sort of white shirt gathered into a loin-cloth.

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The old Indian in the spotted sarape, who had accompanied the woman, now took off his hat and his blanket and his sandals. Laying them aside, he approached the couch, and spoke in a low voice. For some moments there was no answer. Then an old man with the snow-white hair hanging round his darkly-visible face, roused himself like a vision, and leaned on one elbow, looking vaguely at the company, in tense silence. The grey-haired Indian Ill host any woman wanting boy toy again, and then the young Indian, taking the woman's hand, led her forward.

In her linen riding habit, and black boots and hat, and her pathetic bit of a red tie, she stood there beside the fur-covered bed of the old, old man, who sat reared up, leaning on one elbow, remote as a ghost, his white hair streaming in disorder, his face almost black, yet with byo far-off intentness, not of this world, leaning forward to look at her.

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And under a faint powder of white eyebrows, the black eyes of the old chief looked at her as if from the far, far dead, seeing something that was never to be seen. There was a pause. The old Indian spoke again, as if to the air. One of the men present went out. There Local swinger Davenport Iowa ny a silence as if of eternity, in the dim room that was lighted only through the open door.

The woman woamn round. Four old men with grey hair Ill host any woman wanting boy toy on the log by the wall facing the door. Two other men, powerful and impassive, stood near the door.

They all had long hair, and wore white shirts gathered into a loin-cloth. Their powerful legs were naked and dark. There was watning silence like eternity. At length the man returned, with white and dark clothing on his arm. The young Indian took them, and holding them in front of the woman, said:. He looked at the two men by the door. They came quickly forward, and suddenly gripped her arms as she stood, without hurting her, but with great power.

Then two of the old men came, and with curious skill slit her boots down with keen knives, and drew them off, and slit her clothing so that it came away from her.

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In a few moments she stood there white and uncovered. The old man on the bed spoke, and they turned her round for him to see.

He spoke again, and the young Indian deftly took the pins and comb from her fair hair, so that it fell over her shoulders in a bunchy tangle. Then the old man spoke again. The Indian led her to the bedside. The white-haired, glassy-dark old man moistened his finger-tips at his mouth, and most delicately touched her on the breasts and on the body, then on the back.

And she winced strangely each time, as the fingertips drew along her skin, as if Death itself were touching her. Women searching for sex Gold coast-tweed she wondered, almost sadly, why she Ill host any woman wanting boy toy not feel shamed in her nakedness. She only felt sad and lost.

Because nobody felt ashamed. The elder men were all dark and tense with some other deep, gloomy, incomprehensible emotion, which suspended all her agitation, Housewives looking casual sex Newbern Alabama the young Indian had Ill host any woman wanting boy toy strange look of ecstasy on his face.

And she, she was only utterly strange and beyond herself, as if her body were not her own. They gave her the new clothing: It was fastened over one shoulder only, and belted with a braid sash of scarlet and black wool.

When she was thus dressed, they took her away, barefoot, to a little house in the stockaded garden. The young Indian told her she might have what she wanted. She asked for water to wash herself. He brought it in a jar, together with a long wooden bowl. Then he fastened the gate-door of her house, and left her a prisoner.

She could see through the bars of the gate-door of her house, the red flowers of the garden, and a humming bird. Then from the roof of the big house she heard the long, heavy sound of a drum, unearthly to her in its summons, and an uplifted voice calling from the house-top in a strange language, with a far-away emotionless intonation, delivering some speech or message. And she listened as if from the dead.

But she was very tired. She lay down on a couch of skins, pulling over her the blanket of dark wool, and she slept, giving up everything. When she woke it was late afternoon, and the young Indian was entering with a basket-tray containing food, tortillas and corn-mush with bits of meat, probably mutton, and a drink made of honey, and some fresh plums.

He brought her also a long garland of red and yellow flowers with knots of blue buds at the end. He sprinkled the garland with water from a jar, then offered it to her, with a smile. He seemed very gentle and thoughtful, and on his face and in his dark eyes was a curious look of triumph Ladies seeking sex tonight West chester Pennsylvania 19382 ecstasy, that frightened her a little.

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She was a prisoner in her house and in the stockaded garden, but she scarcely minded. And it was days before she realised that she never saw another woman.

Only the men, the elderly men of the big house, that she imagined must be some sort of temple, and the men priests of some sort. For they always had the same colours, red, orange, yellow, and black, and the same grave, abstracted demeanour. Sometimes an old man would come and sit in her room with her, in absolute silence.

None spoke any language but Indian, save the one younger man. The older men would smile at her, and sit with her for an hour at a time, sometimes smiling at her when she spoke in Spanish, but never answering save with this slow, benevolent-seeming smile.

And they gave off a feeling of almost fatherly solicitude. Ill host any woman wanting boy toy their dark eyes, brooding over her, had something away in their depths that was awesomely ferocious and relentless. They would cover it with a smile, at once, if they felt her looking. But she had seen it. Always they treated her with this curious impersonal solicitude, this utterly impersonal gentleness, as an old man treats a child.

But underneath it she felt there was something else, something terrible. When her old visitor had gone away, in his silent, insidious, fatherly fashion, a shock of fear would come over her; though of what she knew not.

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The young Indian would sit and talk with her freely, as if with great candour. But with him, too, she felt that everything real was unsaid.

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His eyes rested on her with a curious look of duplicity and conflict, and he mutely shook his head. I am the only one Ill host any woman wanting boy toy has been away from here for a long time.

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Men with naked, golden-bronze bodies and streaming black hair, tufts of red and yellow feathers on their arms, and kilts of white frieze with a bar of heavy red and black and green embroidery round their waists, bending slightly forward and stamping the earth in their absorbed, monotonous stamp of the dance, a fox-fur, hung by the nose from their belt behind, swaying with the sumptuous swaying of a beautiful fox-fur, the tip of the tail writhing above the dancer's heels.

And after each man, a woman with a strange elaborate headdress of feathers and seashells, and wearing a short black tunic, moving erect, holding up tufts of feathers in each hand, swaying her wrists rhythmically and subtly beating the earth with her bare feet.

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Strangely, as if clairvoyant, she saw the immense sacrifice prepared. And she went back to her little house in a trance of agony.

After this, there was always a certain agony when she heard the drums at evening, and the strange uplifted savage sound of men singing round the drum, like wild creatures howling to the invisible gods of the moon and the vanished sun.

Something of the chuckling, sobbing-cry of the coyote, something of the exultant bark of the fox, the far-off wild melancholy exultance of the howling wolf, the torment of the puma's scream, and the insistence of the ancient fierce human male, with his lapses of tenderness and his abiding ferocity. Sometimes she would climb the high roof after nightfall, and listen to the dim cluster of young men round the drum on the bridge just beyond the square, singing by the hour. Sometimes there would be a fire, and in the fire-glow, men in their white shirts or naked save for a loin-cloth, would be dancing and stamping like spectres, hour after hour in the dark cold air, within the fire-glow, forever dancing and stamping like turkeys, or dropping squatting by the fire Ill host any woman wanting boy toy rest, throwing their blankets round them.