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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Georgina Orwell & Sally Sebald, the fields of optometry and film-making

“You hypnotized my brother,” Sally Sebald said, her voice sharp, and Georgina felt an immense satisfaction that the famous code lover actually came to her doorstep to tell her this instead of sending letters with her accusations hidden with Sebald Code.

“Jealous?” She asked slyly, not bother denying the accusation.

"You think I want to be hypnotized?” Sally glared at Georgina. Her eyes looked like her brother’s, Georgina noted, though the fury was more palpable than what Georgina usually seen Gustav’s eyes. Beautiful, Georgina thought.

“No,” Georgina quirked a smile, proceeding to clarify, “I think you want my attention, Ms Sebald.” (x)

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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Frank Denouement & Bertrand Baudelaire, sharp bluntness meets artful avoidance

“Listen, I don’t care if you want to cut me off or avoid me after leaving the organization,” Frank said, which was of course a lie, but he doubted whether it was a lie or a truth really mattered at this point. Not when it wasn’t going to change anything. “But Dewey - he lives in a underwater library and rarely ever gets to see anybody. That’s a different level of isolation then simply being stuck in a hotel. You shouldn’t just - cut him off completely. Promise me you’ll visit him.”

Because of course that was a lie. Of course Frank cared, more than he would prefer to, and even more than he pretended to. Because Bertrand knew him - the real version of him, not just “one of the triplets”, (or even, one of the ‘twins’ certain people’s eyes), not just “the firefighting side one”, not just a fucking role. (x)

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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Beatrice Baudelaire & Bertrand Baudelaire, partners of poison dart mission to life partners

The expression “eating crow” simply means “enduring humiliation,” and the youngest Baudelaire had learned it from her parents, who liked to tease each other after playing one another at backgammon. “Bertrand,” Sunny could remember her mother saying, tossing the dice to the ground in triumph, “I have won again. Prepare to eat crow.” Then, with a gleam in her eyes, she would pounce on Sunny’s father and tickle him, while the Baudelaire children piled on top of their parents in a laughing heap.

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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Bertrand Baudelaire & Lemony Snicket, one-sided rivalry to mutual affection

“Pedestals are where people fallen off,” he said, in that mildly disapproving voice of his just like Lemony remembered, a mild frown on his face just like Lemony remembered, because of course he would look and talk just like Lemony remembered, since he wasn’t actually here but a fragment of Lemony’s imagination, which was constructed from Lemony’s memory of him.

“How can someone fall from anywhere if they’re dead?” Lemony asked, half petulant, half snide. 100% clever, if he would to rate himself.

He rolled his eyes, somewhat exasperated, just like Lemony remembered him doing all those years ago. “Come on, Lemony,” he said. He called Jacques “J” and Kit “K” but called Lemony “Lemony” because he was considerate like that and noticed little things about other people’s preferences like that and at some point Lemony had started finding this trait of his endearing rather than annoying, a discovery which was in its own way annoying. (x)

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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Beatrice Baudelaire & Lemony Snicket, 200-paged breakup letter vs 13 books of detailed research

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.

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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Kit Snicket & Bertrand Baudelaire, those keeping the same secrets and sharing the same guilt

“Because you think that underneath all those extravagant details and high fashion, she’s ruthlessly practical, and you,” Bertrand paused for a moment, searching for the word to use, “admire that.”

Kit narrowed her eyes. “Just like you admire certain people’s friendly mask that carefully wraps up the darker truth underneath?”

He flushed, ever so slightly, “Well, that is certainly a trait to be admired.”

“Now you just sound narcissistic,” she scoffed.

His lips twitched a little, but then he said, “Anyway, be careful.”

“I know.”

“Not just about classified information,” Bertrand said. “Or VFD things.” (x)

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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Kit Snicket & Count Olaf, trouble and treachery

“‘The night has a thousand eyes,’” Kit said hoarsely, and lifted her head to face the villain. The Baudelaires could tell by her voice that she was reciting the words of someone else. “‘And the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one: yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.’”

Count Olaf gave Kit a faint smile. “You’re not the only one who can recite the words of our associates,” he said, and then gazed out at the sea. The afternoon was nearly over, and soon the island would be covered in darkness. “‘Man hands on misery to man,’” the villain said. “‘It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can -’” Here he coughed, a ghastly sound, and his hands clutched his chest. “‘And don’t have any kids yourself,’” he finished, and uttered a short, sharp laugh. Then the villain’s story came to an end.

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sugarbowl generation dynamics - Ernest Denouement & Bertrand Baudelaire, the art of polite conversations

“You see, there’s this task I’ve been given, to find out where exactly is the fortune you guys have stolen is hidden, and also how to obtain it,” Ernest said, keeping his tone conversational. “I’ve been instructed to interrogate you.”

“Sounds like a tedious task,” Bertrand commented, his voice sympathetic. “No wonder you have to be an workaholic and stay at the hotel all the time.” (x)