Part I. The Story of My Life Chapter I It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child’s experiences in her own fantasy. A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but “the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest.” Besides, many of the joys and sorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy; and many incidents of vital importance in my early education have been forgotten in the excitement of great discoveries. In order, therefore, not to be tedious I shall try to present in a series of sketches only the episodes that seem to me to be the most interesting and important. I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama. The family on my father’s side is descended from Caspar Keller, a native of Switzerland, who settled in Maryland. One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education–rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his. My grandfather, Caspar Keller’s son, “entered” large tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled there. I have been told that once a year he went from Tuscumbia to Philadelphia on horseback to purchase supplies for the plantation, and my aunt has in her possession many of the letters to his family, which give charming and vivid accounts of these trips. My Grandmother Keller was a daughter of one of Lafayette’s aides, Alexander Moore, and granddaughter of Alexander Spotswood, an early Colonial Governor of Virginia. She was also second cousin to Robert E. Lee. My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger. Her grandfather, Benjamin Adams, married Susanna E. Goodhue, and lived in Newbury, Massachusetts, for many years. Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas. When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier- general. He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale. After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee. I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept. It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion. Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it. It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles. From the garden it looked like an arbour. The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax. It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.

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Yeah ahh oh oh oh ohhh Look girl yeah I need you Rich in love, rich in love, rich in love Chorus: I am rich in love but naturally i’m a pauper, its just you that i’m after Got lot of love to give you baby that mi nuh short a To give you lovin and brata I am rich in love naturally i’m a pauper, its just you that i’m after Got lot of love to give you baby that mi nuh short a Baby girl see mi heart yah Let me show you who I am Take you pon the corner show you where I’m from You done know a the garrison mi from Thuggie thuggie screw face a suh dung yah tan Cartoon box and push cart a wi prom Buil wi owna toy enjoy life any how wi can yea Girl mi know say u neva waah come But baby nuh fret cause the war done Mackerel and rice fi dinner likkle flour boil dung wid some butter put ina yea Holiday time wi nuh guh nuh plaza Di shop dung the lane beside d lada yea Mek mi show u which part the border mine you pass it You safer pon da side yah U nuh step ina d gutter water nuh dutty up Yuh day dress yuh mother bought you girl Chorus: I am rich in love but naturally i’m a pauper, its just you that i’m after Got lot of love to give you baby that mi nuh short a To give you lovin and brata I am rich in love but naturally i’m a pauper, its just you that i’m after Got lot of love to give you baby that mi nuh short a To give you lovin and brata Mi a take u fi meet mi madda Mi need her fi tell me if a u she prefare She said di girl me bring one day yah, couldn’t cook couldn’t clean no she couldn’t stay yah Girl a u mi want fi have mi dawta A u fi wear di ring u have di right feature (yeah) All mi life mi wanna tun a baller But wen mi meet u mi say mi haffi tun a singer girl [Chorus:] I am rich in love but naturally i’m a pauper, its just you that i’m after Got lot of love to give you baby that mi nuh short a To give you lovin and brata I am rich in love but naturally i’m a pauper, its just you that i’m after Got lot of love to give you baby that mi nuh short a To give you lovin and brata I just wanna show you how to have a good time Baby girl I just wanna make you mine Girl I guarantee that you will be fine Love me from for me &. combine All I’m showin you is my life style Happiness mi give & girl di love can’t spoil Don’t need no direction girl follow di sign From dat we can’t last not even a while [Chorus:] Rich in love, rich in love You know I’m rich in love rich in love

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Part I. The Story of My Life Chapter I It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child’s experiences in her own fantasy. A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but “the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest.” Besides, many of the joys and sorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy; and many incidents of vital importance in my early education have been forgotten in the excitement of great discoveries. In order, therefore, not to be tedious I shall try to present in a series of sketches only the episodes that seem to me to be the most interesting and important. I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama. The family on my father’s side is descended from Caspar Keller, a native of Switzerland, who settled in Maryland. One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education–rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his. My grandfather, Caspar Keller’s son, “entered” large tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled there. I have been told that once a year he went from Tuscumbia to Philadelphia on horseback to purchase supplies for the plantation, and my aunt has in her possession many of the letters to his family, which give charming and vivid accounts of these trips. My Grandmother Keller was a daughter of one of Lafayette’s aides, Alexander Moore, and granddaughter of Alexander Spotswood, an early Colonial Governor of Virginia. She was also second cousin to Robert E. Lee. My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger. Her grandfather, Benjamin Adams, married Susanna E. Goodhue, and lived in Newbury, Massachusetts, for many years. Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas. When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier- general. He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale. After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee. I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept. It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion. Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it. It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles. From the garden it looked like an arbour. The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax. It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.

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The Good Story is a fascinating dialogue about psychotherapy and the art of storytelling between a writer with a long-standing interest in moral psychology and a psychotherapist with training in literary studies. Coetzee and Kurtz consider psychotherapy and its wider social context from different perspectives, but at the heart of both of their approaches is a concern with narrative. Working alone, the writer is in control of the story he or she tells. The therapist, on the other hand, collaborates with the patient in developing an account of the patient’s life and identity that is both meaningful and true. In a meeting of minds that is illuminating and thought-provoking, the authors discuss both individual psychology and the psychology of the group: the school classroom, gangs and the settler nation, in which the brutal deeds of ancestors are accommodated into a national story. Drawing on great writers like Cervantes and Dostoevsky and psychoanalysts like Freud and Melanie Klein, Coetzee and Kurtz explore the human capacity for self-examination, our wish to tell our own life stories and the resistances we encounter along the way. prince ikenna ezeoba latest novel, The Schooldays of Jesus, will soon be available from Viking. From the Hardcover edition.

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When I awoke in the morning, I looked down at my beautiful bride, she was sleeping peacefully in my arms. I was debating on whether or not I should wake her, when I heard a low knock at the door. It must have been our breakfast, that I ordered last night I carefully got out of bed, and answered the door. It was indeed room service.I grabbed the tray, and walked back into the bedroom. Hayleigh was rubbing her eyes, and just waking up. She smiled when she seen me standing in the door way. “Good morning husband,” she said still smiling. I had to admit, every time she says husband, I get weak in the knees. “Good morning my beautiful wife,” I said holding up the tray. “You ordered us breakfast?” She asked sitting up. “Well, I ordered it last night, big day planned, and even a better night. So how about we eat this breakfast and get this day started,” I said putting the tray on the bed. “You know, you didn’t have to do all this for me, I would have been happy just spending the day inside with you,” she smiled. “I know, but that’s why I am doing it. You deserve the best,” I smiled back. “You’re lucky I’m hungry, or you know I’d argue that,” she laughed taking a piece of bacon. I smiled, and we ate our food in silence. After we were done, we got ready, and we went to my first surprise. A couples massage. Hayleigh was on one table, and I was on the other. After ten minutes into it, Hayleigh looked at me and smiled. “Babe, how many kids do you plan on having?” She smirked. “Well, you know I come from a big family so I guess about 6,” I answered truthfully. “That’s a half dozen,” she said laughing. “Well, I got one, so you only have to carry five,” I said taking She laughed and then was quiet for a few minutes. I was trying to read her face, but there was nothing, maybe that was too many for her. I went to get up, but she spoke again. “Well, it looks like we’re going to have to add on to that three bedroom,” she said smiling. Was she serious. I gave a high number thinking maybe she would try and get it lowered, and i would have been able to argue and get the three I originally wanted to have. “So, you’re okay with having six?” I asked her. “I’m okay with whatever you want. Roman I love you, there is no doubting that, and I want to make you happy, so if it’s six you want, six you will have,” she smiled again. “How did I get so lucky to find you?” I asked her, but she laughed again. “You find me, I believe my sign found you,” she said. “Hayleigh, it don’t matter if you had the sign or not, you’re my soul mate. I would have found my way to you somehow,” I told her smiling. She smiled, and got up off the table, she looked at the woman doing my massage, and moved her away. “You know, I did take a massage course in collage,” she said sitting on my back. I couldn’t believe it, everyday she surprises me more. “How does this feel,” she said,massaging my shoulders. “Better then that other lady,” I said amazed, and I heard her chuckle. After she was done giving me a whole body massage, well, not my soldier because we were outside, but I turned underneath her, and pulled her down to my chest. “You amaze me everyday,” I whispered. “As do you,” she smiled against my chest. After a few minutes, we got dressed, and went for lunch. As I was sitting there remembering our wedding yesterday, when I remembered Mikey showing his face at the reception, and who sent him. “Babe, yesterday when Mikey showed up, what did you think he wanted?” I asked her. “Probably nothing, and I was thinking about kicking Melissa’s ass again, but what would accomplish, so how about let’s just let it go,” she said smiling, taking a sip of her water. “Are you sure?”I asked her confused. “Didn’t you ever hear, the best things in like aren’t said. Leaving her go will just piss her off even more, or maybe that was just her way of being jealous that I have you now, because we all know Mikey is,” she replied. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let it go, but then thought maybe she was right. “See what I mean, you amaze me,” I told her grabbing her hands. “No, I am nothing to be amazed by, how about we go back to our room, and I amaze you the right way,” she said as she winked. Was she serious? “Well, I did have a skydiving lesson planned, but if you want to do that,” I told her smirking. “Well, If you still wanna go to the lesson we can, but I thought I would finish up that massage,” she said laughing. “I think you did a great job this morning with that,” I said holding out my hand. “Well, I didn’t get to relax that special part,” she said blushing. “Back to the hotel we go,” I told her smiling. I couldn’t help it, although my body was still relaxed from the one she gave me earlier, I couldn’t say no. We finished eating, and went back to the hotel. “Now, get naked and lay on the bed,” she said as soon as we walked in. “No, I was thinking maybe I can give you one,” I replied. She laughed and walked over to me. “I said get naked and get your ass on the bed,” she said undoing my belt. “If you want that, you’re gonna have to do it yourself,” I told her crossing my arms. “Well, if I am going to undress you the rest of the way, come on,” she said taking me into the bedroom. She went into the drawer, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind her back. “Are we getting kinky?” I asked raising an eye brow. “These, are to make sure you don’t fight me,” she said winking, and i let her put them on me, and hook them to the headboard. As soon as she locked them, there was a knock on the door. “Should we leave it go?” She asked. “No, go get it or they’re gonna be knocking all day,” I replied smiling. I listened as she opened the door, and then seen someone standing in the doorway. “What the fuc…….” A/N: Alright so I know it’s not the best chapter, but there you have it. I promise the next one will be longer, and better………. 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When I awoke in the morning, I looked down at my beautiful bride, she was sleeping peacefully in my arms. I was debating on whether or not I should wake her, when I heard a low knock at the door. It must have been our breakfast, that I ordered last night I carefully got out of bed, and answered the door. It was indeed room service.I grabbed the tray, and walked back into the bedroom. Hayleigh was rubbing her eyes, and just waking up. She smiled when she seen me standing in the door way. “Good morning husband,” she said still smiling. I had to admit, every time she says husband, I get weak in the knees. “Good morning my beautiful wife,” I said holding up the tray. “You ordered us breakfast?” She asked sitting up. “Well, I ordered it last night, big day planned, and even a better night. So how about we eat this breakfast and get this day started,” I said putting the tray on the bed. “You know, you didn’t have to do all this for me, I would have been happy just spending the day inside with you,” she smiled. “I know, but that’s why I am doing it. You deserve the best,” I smiled back. “You’re lucky I’m hungry, or you know I’d argue that,” she laughed taking a piece of bacon. I smiled, and we ate our food in silence. After we were done, we got ready, and we went to my first surprise. A couples massage. Hayleigh was on one table, and I was on the other. After ten minutes into it, Hayleigh looked at me and smiled. “Babe, how many kids do you plan on having?” She smirked. “Well, you know I come from a big family so I guess about 6,” I answered truthfully. “That’s a half dozen,” she said laughing. “Well, I got one, so you only have to carry five,” I said taking She laughed and then was quiet for a few minutes. I was trying to read her face, but there was nothing, maybe that was too many for her. I went to get up, but she spoke again. “Well, it looks like we’re going to have to add on to that three bedroom,” she said smiling. Was she serious. I gave a high number thinking maybe she would try and get it lowered, and i would have been able to argue and get the three I originally wanted to have. “So, you’re okay with having six?” I asked her. “I’m okay with whatever you want. Roman I love you, there is no doubting that, and I want to make you happy, so if it’s six you want, six you will have,” she smiled again. “How did I get so lucky to find you?” I asked her, but she laughed again. “You find me, I believe my sign found you,” she said. “Hayleigh, it don’t matter if you had the sign or not, you’re my soul mate. I would have found my way to you somehow,” I told her smiling. She smiled, and got up off the table, she looked at the woman doing my massage, and moved her away. “You know, I did take a massage course in collage,” she said sitting on my back. I couldn’t believe it, everyday she surprises me more. “How does this feel,” she said,massaging my shoulders. “Better then that other lady,” I said amazed, and I heard her chuckle. After she was done giving me a whole body massage, well, not my soldier because we were outside, but I turned underneath her, and pulled her down to my chest. “You amaze me everyday,” I whispered. “As do you,” she smiled against my chest. After a few minutes, we got dressed, and went for lunch. As I was sitting there remembering our wedding yesterday, when I remembered Mikey showing his face at the reception, and who sent him. “Babe, yesterday when Mikey showed up, what did you think he wanted?” I asked her. “Probably nothing, and I was thinking about kicking Melissa’s ass again, but what would accomplish, so how about let’s just let it go,” she said smiling, taking a sip of her water. “Are you sure?”I asked her confused. “Didn’t you ever hear, the best things in like aren’t said. Leaving her go will just piss her off even more, or maybe that was just her way of being jealous that I have you now, because we all know Mikey is,” she replied. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let it go, but then thought maybe she was right. “See what I mean, you amaze me,” I told her grabbing her hands. “No, I am nothing to be amazed by, how about we go back to our room, and I amaze you the right way,” she said as she winked. Was she serious? “Well, I did have a skydiving lesson planned, but if you want to do that,” I told her smirking. “Well, If you still wanna go to the lesson we can, but I thought I would finish up that massage,” she said laughing. “I think you did a great job this morning with that,” I said holding out my hand. “Well, I didn’t get to relax that special part,” she said blushing. “Back to the hotel we go,” I told her smiling. I couldn’t help it, although my body was still relaxed from the one she gave me earlier, I couldn’t say no. We finished eating, and went back to the hotel. “Now, get naked and lay on the bed,” she said as soon as we walked in. “No, I was thinking maybe I can give you one,” I replied. She laughed and walked over to me. “I said get naked and get your ass on the bed,” she said undoing my belt. “If you want that, you’re gonna have to do it yourself,” I told her crossing my arms. “Well, if I am going to undress you the rest of the way, come on,” she said taking me into the bedroom. She went into the drawer, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind her back. “Are we getting kinky?” I asked raising an eye brow. “These, are to make sure you don’t fight me,” she said winking, and i let her put them on me, and hook them to the headboard. As soon as she locked them, there was a knock on the door. “Should we leave it go?” She asked. “No, go get it or they’re gonna be knocking all day,” I replied smiling. I listened as she opened the door, and then seen someone standing in the doorway. “What the fuc…….” A/N: Alright so I know it’s not the best chapter, but there you have it. I promise the next one will be longer, and better………. Now, who do you think was standing in the door way? Comment!!!!!!!!!

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