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malins said:
Actually what I always like is a small moment to familiarize myself with the nails before they are used. To have them in my hands, wun my fingers along them, feel how they are made, how heavy they are, what the point is like, are they ragged and edgy or smooth, are they rusty-red with corrosion and prior use, are they crooked and bent, bloody and blunt, or glinting and fresh. Are they the kind that gets thicker and thicker, forcing apart ever more painfully as they sink in or are they the straight kind where once they are through it is easier. Perhaps to place it where it must go.
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Is this from the point of view of the crucified or the crucifier?

malins said:
Hasturan is Russian,

no no no.
If you want to say that, it's "Wehschnittchen" (an ugly Grimm pun :D )
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vielen Dank :D
 
malins said:
To explain,start with Schneewittchen = Grimm's 'Snow White'; flip the beginning sounds of the components, to 'Wehschnittchen'. In English, 'Woe-Snite' doesn't work, but "Weh..." = 'hurt/woe/injury', and 'Schnittchen', in this context, perhaps, 'tart'.
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That's a German 'spoonerism' - doesn't work for Snow White,
though it's not bad for her Devon Swarves,
and there's Back and the Jeanstalk, Wit Dickington,
and of course Charles Dickens's Sale of Two Titties :p
 
malins said:
Actually what I always like is a small moment to familiarize myself with the nails before they are used. To have them in my hands, wun my fingers along them, feel how they are made, how heavy they are, what the point is like, are they ragged and edgy or smooth, are they rusty-red with corrosion and prior use, are they crooked and bent, bloody and blunt, or glinting and fresh. Are they the kind that gets thicker and thicker, forcing apart ever more painfully as they sink in or are they the straight kind where once they are through it is easier. Perhaps to place it where it must go.
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You will have the nails in your hands... In all senses...
 
Eulalia said:
That's a German 'spoonerism' - doesn't work for Snow White,
though it's not bad for her Devon Swarves,
and there's Back and the Jeanstalk, Wit Dickington,
and of course Charles Dickens's Sale of Two Titties :p
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Tulliver's Gravels
Beeping Slooty
Ford of the Lies
Licking Chittle
The Crutknacker
The Ozzard of Whizz
Around the Earl in Weighty Days :rolleyes:

How long did you say you're banning me for, Eul? :eek:
 
Loxuru said:
What? Again?:devil: So far for professionalism!:D
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Oh please! Everybody's human. It's a very exciting situation, almost a frenzy, little omissions can occur! It's easy to criticize when all that's expected of you is to spread out your limbs and wait for things to happen!
So yes, this will be best if we work together on it, and I'll help as I best can.
Don't be too long, it's hard to stay brave!
 
malins said:
Don't be too long, it's hard to stay brave!
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Oh yes indeed, courage is such a delicate thing, Malin.
Lying there, recovering from the pear, your insides so distended and sore.
You know what is coming. You have seen your sister.
Now he gives you this gift, you hold the nails that will pierce you, that will fix you unyielding to your cross.
Hard and cold in your hand, you clasp them, warm them with the heat of your body.
With the heat of your rushing blood . . . . . . .
 
Hasturan said:
I hope you did not have to wait me too long...
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phlebas said:
courage is such a delicate thing
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So easily crushed. I asked him to not wait too long, ... now it seems too soon.

I know it begins. My soon is now. It will end only after I have ended.
Oh, the other tortures, they were hard, but there was something of me that endured them, that hid from them, and resurfaced; finally the torture was withdrawn and I did still exist.
The nails too, finally, will be drawn out, drawn with a wet smack from lifeless limbs, but then there will be nothing left of me. Nothing other than what they'll drag and heave with disgust into the flesh-pit.

I know it's over, but still I cling to whatever I have to hold on to... my nails.
I'm such a silly thing, I asked you, Sir, to be quick about it but now I'll beg for just a little time...
... don't pry the nails from my clinging hands just now.
Give me just that moment, a last tenderness, wrap your one hand around my clenched fist, and lay a finger lightly on that spot in my wrist where I know the spike must go, and wait that moment for my fingers to uncurl, and I'll pass the nail into your grip again.
Then, I'd pray for you to be quick, place it and strike hard.
And oh my Sister. Although you always said the opposite, in my heart I know I'm the weaker of us two. I need you so much to be near but please in this moment I would give all for you to be far away from this dreadful place. And I will give all, for nothing; all what I want and need, it's all for nothing now. So please be strong even though you went there first; when you see the last trembling shudder in me, then close your eyes and let go, but don't leave me alone here.

They make us into something dead while still alive, a certain species of ghost, as our feet never touch the ground; we see and hear, and are seen and heard, but we can touch nothing, though we can be touched. Howling spirits of pure pain.
 
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