There was a central focal point of the books and the cases. A long maple table, bearing the scars of fire and abuse, took up ten feet of the center of the room. It was one of the only pieces of furniture that was salvaged from the fire. Justin lovingly worked to restore the table's original shine, but there is (( was would be more appropriate here, luv )) just so much that can (( and could be done, not can, same thing )) be done. (( As i've read your description of this room up to this point, up to and including this ten foot table... i'm thinking all along... didn't he say this was a MODEST two story house, and this room takes up 1/2 of the downstairs area? Each passing paragraph is forcing me to expand the size of the house, and it's not so modest any more.... and the lights, you say, are "high above the floor" so i'm thinking high ceilings? Huh... Less and less modest, if you see what i mean.)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the table were four large lamps, replicas of the original that... (( originals or original lamps? )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the table were four large lamps, replicas of the original that sat on the reading table, but they no longer contained oil, but were lit with tubes of gas enclosed by glass and powered by the same process imagined by Tesla. The inkwells were there as well and were still kept filled, but no longer by Jonathan. That had become a meditative chore that Justin had taken for his exclusivity. (( exclusivity?? )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Rather descriptive, Jonathan, and most probably very accurate." Justin rose from his seat and Jonathan did the same. "Hammered crap is indeed exactly how I feel." (( word suggestion: perhaps instead of Exactly, try Precisely? )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Then, in that case," Justin said, holding out his hand to grasp the others.
(( Interesting phraseology. Took me a bit to figure out what "the others" referred to. I think it's a bit too obscure, tho, luv....)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Justin gently took the man's arm and pulled him forward. "Jonathan, put your anger to the side, please. As our guest has said, whatever he has to say will wait until tomorrow, and that should make you happy. (( I was thinking that Jon himself had suggested that "whatever he has to say will wait until tomorrow...")) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With his free hand, Justin did (( made? Gave? Produced?)) a small flourish. "Jonathan, I present to you the writer, the scientist, the futurist... Jules Verne." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh COOL! Jules Verne! In the FLESH! How cool is THAT???!!!!!!
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Date: 2008-11-20 02:40 am (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On the table were four large lamps, replicas of the original that... (( originals or original lamps? ))
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On the table were four large lamps, replicas of the original that sat on the reading table, but they no longer contained oil, but were lit with tubes of gas enclosed by glass and powered by the same process imagined by Tesla. The inkwells were there as well and were still kept filled, but no longer by Jonathan. That had become a meditative chore that Justin had taken for his exclusivity. (( exclusivity?? ))
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"Rather descriptive, Jonathan, and most probably very accurate." Justin rose from his seat and Jonathan did the same. "Hammered crap is indeed exactly how I feel." (( word suggestion: perhaps instead of Exactly, try Precisely? ))
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"Then, in that case," Justin said, holding out his hand to grasp the others.
(( Interesting phraseology. Took me a bit to figure out what "the others" referred to. I think it's a bit too obscure, tho, luv....))
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Justin gently took the man's arm and pulled him forward. "Jonathan, put your anger to the side, please. As our guest has said, whatever he has to say will wait until tomorrow, and that should make you happy. (( I was thinking that Jon himself had suggested that "whatever he has to say will wait until tomorrow..."))
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With his free hand, Justin did (( made? Gave? Produced?)) a small flourish. "Jonathan, I present to you the writer, the scientist, the futurist... Jules Verne."
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Oh COOL! Jules Verne! In the FLESH! How cool is THAT???!!!!!!