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1. on February 2, 2011 at 4:25 pm And the winner is… « The Clark

   [...] The Clark « CLARK CONTEST: First Lines [...]

   
   
2. on February 2, 2011 at 2:12 pm jean holland

   Jean Gizzi Holland: The paths we follow, the fruits they bear, have lead me my love, to you.

   
   
3. on February 2, 2011 at 12:04 pm snowgirl

   Victoria swept into the bar looking for her blind date … “He said he would be carrying a frond with two berries,” she thought to herself as she scanned the room … ” Is it that tall Swede in the corner? No! Is it that fantastic looking man in the blue cape? No! Where could he be? Oh no … please tell me it’s not the fool over there wearing white long AFTER Labor Day …. arrgh … that’s him … that’s the last time I let Francesca set me up,” she said as she turned and ran out the door.

   
   
   • on February 3, 2011 at 9:23 am The Clark

     Hi snowgirl,

     Congratulations on winning the Clark’s “First Lines” contest! Please email lehrlich@clarkart.edu for details about your prize.

     Thanks, and congratulations!
     The Clark

     
     
4. on February 2, 2011 at 11:58 am t

   If you seek nothing in life other than my love than it is true that this, sweet Victoria, is the living likeness of your lover . . . which I pray you to keep so that nothing can harm it.”

   
   
5. on February 2, 2011 at 11:37 am Paul Jeromack

   OK, I wanted to get Giorgione, but he’s dead. Deal with it. Anyhoo…

   
   
6. on February 2, 2011 at 11:30 am meanponyswamp

   “Though we met but once in the tender darkness behind the potted palms at your uncle’s New Year’s celebration – wearing masquerade attire and our hearts on our sleeves – I understood instantly we were destined to be one and I ache to know your true likeness in paint; if only to keep my tender soul sated until the day our glistening eyes may actually lay upon the warm flesh of the other….”

   
   
7. on February 2, 2011 at 11:23 am Martha Campbell

   Dang, Victoria, you’re home early. Okay then so you caught me. ‘Tis I who has been scribbling profanities on the living room wall. So sue me.

   
   
8. on February 2, 2011 at 11:15 am Bina Williams

   Alas, dear Victoria, as I travel to the higher reaches of the Dolomites this wintry day, I leave you with this palm. Remember our weeks at the oasis in Africa where I plucked this palm frond for you.

   
   
9. on February 2, 2011 at 11:09 am Doug Bartow

   Doth careth not to see where yonder other end of this frond resides…

   
   
10. on February 2, 2011 at 10:12 am Pamela Ehrlich

    Bob’s lisp unfortunately carried through in his writing:

    “My darling Victoria, absinthe makes the heart grow fronder. I myth you.”

    
    
11. on February 2, 2011 at 10:02 am A. D. Washton

    It was a lovely warm spring day in Florence, and as Giovanni sat in a chair near his window, perspiring, he mused to himself, “I love Victoria very much, but I shouldn’t have listened to her when she insisted that I dress in my fur-trimmed coat for my pilgrimage to Jerusalem, because it gets chilly at night.”

    
    
12. on February 1, 2011 at 9:43 pm Hugh

    Remember this frond,

    
    
13. on February 1, 2011 at 6:24 pm Laurie

    Gazing from his window on a gray winter’s day, Giancarlo wrote in earnest, “As I hold this frond, so I hold your heart, my beloved Victoria, and my own heart beats with anticipation for our next meeting.”

    
    
14. on February 1, 2011 at 3:03 pm Val Kuster

    Victoria, Victoria, Dear Victoria…it seems I might have run out of black ink. I’m at a loss!
    Yours, lovingly,
    A~~~n__……..

    
    
15. on February 1, 2011 at 2:58 pm Marilyn

    Victoria darling, I have the ability to write you in or out of the will with the twirl of the feather.

    
    
16. on February 1, 2011 at 1:30 pm JoAnn

    “Victoria, I have managed to pluck the tail feathers from the bird emerging from the berry bush trying to attack you and the creature trying to attack me is still around my shoulders, so please say you’ll join me on a never-ending, passion-filled quest for fashion,” said Francesco.

    
    
17. on February 1, 2011 at 1:11 pm Andrew D. Washton

    “Ah!” said Giovanni, as he admired himself in the mirror, “A handsome man looks good in anything!”

    
    
18. on February 1, 2011 at 1:10 pm Andrew D. Washton

    As he glared at his likeness in the mirror, Giovanni sighed and thought to himself, “It’s a good thing Victoria can’t see very well, because if she ever took a good look at me in this outfit that I paid 3,000 lira to have custom made, with an extra pair of pants, that doesn’t even fit, and this stupid hat, she would never marry me!”

    
    
19. on February 1, 2011 at 1:07 pm sillyfrogsusan

    Vanity is only a sin when it supports untruths…In my case, “Who’s your Daddy?”

    
    
20. on January 31, 2011 at 7:55 pm A. Ramon Rivera

    Look no more…I couldn’t resist it…I stole your hat !

    
    
21. on January 31, 2011 at 4:49 pm edlk

    Had Francesco known he was the herald of Miles Standish and of Cyrano, the irony of the inscription in Lorenzo’s portrait that would clinch his limpid-eyed friend’s claim on Victoria’s heart might have been easier to bear; but then again, maybe not.

    
    
22. on January 31, 2011 at 4:33 pm Keith Korman

    Victoria, in sickness or health, for richer or poorer — we can always share a feather and a snood.

    
    
23. on January 31, 2011 at 4:01 pm Jeffrey Thal

    “She told me,” Francesco said to his tailor, “that I was too much of a brute, that she couldn’t possibly love a man with dirty fingernails and a loincloth; I need you to make me something more…how can I say this…more tender-looking, more…ah…girly.”

    
    
24. on January 31, 2011 at 3:50 pm John Richards

    It was obvious from the start that Francesco wanted to be more than just Victoria’s frond; he wanted berry much to be her lover and confidant.

    
    

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