Reading THE SECRET AGENT 001

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Hey guys, thank you so much for the upvotes on my last video. Actually, I kind of didn't expect it, but some people would love to watch a video like that. And I'm so happy that some of the whales took notice of it, and I got some following as well. and yeah, I'm so sleepy. I'd rather sleep or watch K-Drama right now, but because I'm so grateful to you guys, so I'm just spent time reading a book. Anyway, my grandma is using the phone with the nose from the underground of Datoyevsky. So I can't read it right now. So instead, let's delve into the secret agent. Okay, this novel is written by Joseph Conrad. I don't know if you're familiar or what, but he has some famous books according to this book, the Lord James, something like that. So, bear with me. As we read this, I love, actually, the espionage movies, especially James Bond. So I don't know if it's the same genre, the same vibe. Let's get to it. Mr. Verloc, going out in the morning, lacks his shop nominally in charge of his brother-in -law. It could be done because there was very little business at any time, and practically none at all before the evening. Mr. Verloc feared but little about his ostensible business, and moreover, his wife was in charge of his brother-in-law. the shop was small and so was the house it was one of those grimy brick houses which existed in large quantities before the era of a construction dawned upon london the shop was a square box of a place with a front blazed with small panes in the daytime the door remained closed in the evening it stood discreetly but suspiciously a jar. The window contained photographs of more or less undressed than singers, nondescript packages in wrappers like patent medicines, clothes, yellow paper envelopes, very flimsy, and marked two and six in heavy black figures. A few numbers of ancient French comic publications hung across a string as if to dry. a dingy, blue china bowl, a casket of black wood, bottles of marking ink, and rubber stamps, a few books with titles hinting at impropriety, a few apparently old copies of obscure, newspaper, badly printed with titles like The Torch, The Gong, Rousing Titles. and the two gas jets inside the panes were always turned low either for economy's sake or for the sake of the customers these customers were either very young men who hang about the window for a time before sleeping in suddenly or men of a more mature age but looking generally as if they were not in fun oh no money some of that last kind had the colors of overcoats turned right up to their moustaches and traces of mud on the bottom of their neither garments which had the appearance of much worn and not very voluble and the legs inside them did not as a general rule seem of much account either with their hands plunged deep in the side pockets of their coats they dodge in sideways one shoulder first as if afraid to start the bell going So every time you open the door, the bell is ringing like, Hey guys, there's a customer! Oh my goodness, my imagination is so good right now, I like it. The bell hung on the door by means of a curved ribbon. Ribon of steel. Right, I imagine that. Was a different... difficult to circumvent what do you mean by circumvent it was hopelessly quacked but of an evening at the slightest provocation it flattered behind a customer with impudent virulence virulence what do you mean by virulence i have so many words already that i'm not familiar with Actually, you can comment it down below for, you know, engagement. Yeah, I'm gay. I'm getting so shameless. It clattered, and at that signal, through the dusty glass door behind the painted bill counter, Mr. Verloc would issue hastily from the parlor at the back. His eyes were naturally heavy. like mine like i'm about to sleep you had an air of having wallowed fully dressed all day on an unmade bed another man would have felt such an appearance a distinct disadvantage in a commercial transaction of the retail order much depends on the sellers engaging an amiable aspect but Mr. Verloc knew his business and remained undisturbed by any sort of aesthetic doubt about his appearance. Actually, I used to have a business, a feed store. So that was during the pandemic, COVID-19. Actually, I was told that I'm not the normal store owner because I'm not aesthetic. And I'm quite rude, actually, because I can tell if a person is just trying to spend time with me just to talk because they're bored and they're not really there to buy something. So, yeah, I tend to chase away those people, and then they will spread the news to the houses surrounding the store that don't buy in that store. The owner is so rude, she's always angry. I already closed that store, by the way, and I just shifted to... livestock. So even if I hit my hugs, it's okay. They're not humans. And that's why I'm supposed to update my profile on Hive. As to why I am still unmarried at the age of 32. Actually, I tend to be proud of it. 5 years ago because I was supporting my siblings in school, and now that they are almost graduated, all of them, it is the youngest brother who is still in college, and yeah, I still don't have any idea why I can't commit to a relationship. I just have a very bad attitude, that shit, there's... It's not that difficult, it's not algebra. Bye. That's it. Thank you. Thank you for watching this month.

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