03-11-2022, 11:09 PM
The lawyer was the one that was allowed to study law and practice it. In ANY country. Would Ruth have been a lawyer had she been born a man? Possibly. She didn’t need that to be a judge…mental person.
“There is, of course. But you don’t know it. So I am asking what you mean, since I am fairly sure you do not share the values of a roman general, I’d like to hear yours.”
Lawyer, we were saying.
What made them similar was also what made them choose to express the same concept in their two opposite ways: while Zechariah had to hide and keep private his flamboyancy and more sympathetic side, maybe even to himself, Ruth wrapped herself tight in that, put it in front of everyone’s eyes so that they could concentrate on her sensibility and extraneous while forgetting about her more ambitious, independent side and a type of practicality that was deemed less than feminine. In general, putting effort into showing just how much she cared about clothes and presentation was a good way to make everyone forget how unsuitable that presentation could objectively be. They were both hiding in plain sight, in their own way.
“No doubts about that,” the response was given with a conviction and a speed that sounded very… fake. Also, she was staring way too directly.
Ruth placed her long fingers on the side of her faced and grinned, waiting for further information on the future Mrs Meijer. “Oh, so am I. I am *dying* to meet the woman you’d *die* for.” She said that so loud their relatives back in Prague could hear.
Ruth quickly changed the leg on top, too quickly for a skirt, as to display the wonderful abilities of her pants. It was a challenge to call them “skirt” once again, as her wrapped together arms suggested.
The bumping was considerable, but the pettiness was stronger in this ones.
Ruth made an effort to keep her poker face, but inevitably lost her verve in the dialogue “Adequately. Seriously, as usual. I suppose with the summer it has also gotten warmer.” All terrible expressions to describe a place where she was really excited about not so long ago. She had thrived living in Munich. She had a career there. She had friends. She had even written music about it. Yes, this wasn’t normal.
“There is, of course. But you don’t know it. So I am asking what you mean, since I am fairly sure you do not share the values of a roman general, I’d like to hear yours.”
Lawyer, we were saying.
What made them similar was also what made them choose to express the same concept in their two opposite ways: while Zechariah had to hide and keep private his flamboyancy and more sympathetic side, maybe even to himself, Ruth wrapped herself tight in that, put it in front of everyone’s eyes so that they could concentrate on her sensibility and extraneous while forgetting about her more ambitious, independent side and a type of practicality that was deemed less than feminine. In general, putting effort into showing just how much she cared about clothes and presentation was a good way to make everyone forget how unsuitable that presentation could objectively be. They were both hiding in plain sight, in their own way.
“No doubts about that,” the response was given with a conviction and a speed that sounded very… fake. Also, she was staring way too directly.
Ruth placed her long fingers on the side of her faced and grinned, waiting for further information on the future Mrs Meijer. “Oh, so am I. I am *dying* to meet the woman you’d *die* for.” She said that so loud their relatives back in Prague could hear.
Ruth quickly changed the leg on top, too quickly for a skirt, as to display the wonderful abilities of her pants. It was a challenge to call them “skirt” once again, as her wrapped together arms suggested.
The bumping was considerable, but the pettiness was stronger in this ones.
Ruth made an effort to keep her poker face, but inevitably lost her verve in the dialogue “Adequately. Seriously, as usual. I suppose with the summer it has also gotten warmer.” All terrible expressions to describe a place where she was really excited about not so long ago. She had thrived living in Munich. She had a career there. She had friends. She had even written music about it. Yes, this wasn’t normal.
