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"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all. "
Lord Henry has been bored, and as a result -- as he nearly always does when he is bored, or restless, or melancholy, or anything else -- he has once again taken a worn yellow book from its place on the shelf and begun to read ( Read more... ) -
Uncrackified open post
Lord Henry sits in the library, reading a certain yellow book -- he's no longer feeling ill, as he did upon waking a few days ago (likely a result of how unaccustomed his body is to the sort of abuse his crackified self tends to inflict on it) but finds there is a curious lapse in his memory, and the familiarity eases his mind. -
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*Lord Henry is presently girlified somewhere in the gardens, for anyone who cares* -
Open post
*and here's a Lord Henry, leaning against the porch railing with a cigarette in hand, frowning slightly (he's thinking, unfortunately not of anything particularly charming, and would be glad to be interrupted)* -
Anti-OTP: Lord Henry/Alan Campbell
*He's sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of wine in front of him, looking Contemplative. This is what some may recognize as a Lord Henry in search of an audience, and we expect he will find one soon, willing or not.* -
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*It's his birthday, and Lord Henry has, essentially, gone into hiding. He is in his library, but he isn't reading. He is, instead, standing by a window, a glass of absinthe in hand-- he isn't far gone yet, but appears to be seriously considering it. He despises the passing of years.* -
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. . . I must say, this is-- interesting.