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He has gone this very night
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this very night
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I had this very night!
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Thou shalt be before this very night.
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Benedicte, what a sight | I had this very night!
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this very night
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"Though all fail," said Peter, "I shall be in your service." Christ said, "this very night, before the cock is heard, Peter, you will deny me three times that I was ever Lord unto you." Peter said, "upon my faith, I will not deny you even though I am slain."
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The Plot against Jesus (Mk 14.1–2; Lk 22.1–2; Jn 11.45–53) 1When Jesus had finished teaching all these things, he said to his disciples, 2“In two days, as you know, it will be the Passover Festival, and the Son of Man will be handed over to be crucified.” 3Then the chief priests and the elders met together in the palace of Caiaphas, the High Priest, 4and made plans to arrest Jesus secretly and put him to death. 5“We must not do it during the festival,” they said, “or the people will riot.” Jesus is Anointed at Bethany (Mk 14.3–9; Jn 12.1–8) 6Jesus was in Bethany at the house of Simon, a man who had suffered from a dreaded skin disease. 7While Jesus was eating, a woman came to him with an alabaster jar filled with an expensive perfume, which she poured on his head. 8The disciples saw this and became angry. “Why all this waste?” they asked. 9“This perfume could have been sold for a large amount and the money given to the poor!” 10Jesus knew what they were saying, so he said to them, “Why are you bothering this woman? It is a fine and beautiful thing that she has done for me. 11You will always have poor people with you, but you will not always have me. 12What she did was to pour this perfume on my body to get me ready for burial. 13Now, I assure you that wherever this gospel is preached all over the world, what she has done will be told in memory of her.” Judas Agrees to Betray Jesus (Mk 14.10–11; Lk 22.3–6) 14Then one of the twelve disciples — the one named Judas Iscariot — went to the chief priests 15and asked, “What will you give me if I betray Jesus to you?” They counted out thirty silver coins and gave them to him. 16From then on Judas was looking for a good chance to hand Jesus over to them. Jesus Eats the Passover Meal with his Disciples (Mk 14.12–21; Lk 22.7–13, 21–23; Jn 13.21–30) 17On the first day of the Festival of Unleavened Bread the disciples came to Jesus and asked him, “Where do you want us to get the Passover meal ready for you?” 18“Go to a certain man in the city,” he said to them, “and tell him: ‘The Teacher says, My hour has come; my disciples and I will celebrate the Passover at your house.’ ” 19The disciples did as Jesus had told them and prepared the Passover meal. 20When it was evening, Jesus and the twelve disciples sat down to eat. 21During the meal Jesus said, “I tell you, one of you will betray me.” 22The disciples were very upset and began to ask him, one after the other, “Surely, Lord, you don't mean me?” 23Jesus answered, “One who dips his bread in the dish with me will betray me. 24The Son of Man will die as the Scriptures say he will, but how terrible for that man who betrays the Son of Man! It would have been better for that man if he had never been born!” 25Judas, the traitor, spoke up. “Surely, Teacher, you don't mean me?” he asked. Jesus answered, “So you say.” The Lord's Supper (Mk 14.22–26; Lk 22.14–20; 1 Cor 11.23–25) 26While they were eating, Jesus took a piece of bread, gave a prayer of thanks, broke it, and gave it to his disciples. “Take and eat it,” he said; “this is my body.” 27Then he took a cup, gave thanks to God, and gave it to them. “Drink it, all of you,” he said; 28“this is my blood, which seals God's covenant, my blood poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. 29I tell you, I will never again drink this wine until the day I drink the new wine with you in my Father's Kingdom.” 30Then they sang a hymn and went out to the Mount of Olives. Jesus Predicts Peter's Denial (Mk 14.27–31; Lk 22.31–34; Jn 13.36–38) 31Then Jesus said to them, “This very night all of you will run away and leave me, for the scripture says, ‘God will kill the shepherd, and the sheep of the flock will be scattered.’ 32But after I am raised to life, I will go to Galilee ahead of you.” 33Peter spoke up and said to Jesus, “I will never leave you, even though all the rest do!” 34Jesus said to Peter, “I tell you that before the cock crows tonight, you will say three times that you do not know me.” 35Peter answered, “I will never say that, even if I have to die with you!” And all the other disciples said the same thing. Jesus Prays in Gethsemane (Mk 14.32–42; Lk 22.39–46) 36Then Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to them, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” 37He took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee. Grief and anguish came over him, 38and he said to them, “The sorrow in my heart is so great that it almost crushes me. Stay here and keep watch with me.” 39He went a little farther on, threw himself face downwards on the ground, and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, take this cup of suffering from me! Yet not what I want, but what you want.” 40Then he returned to the three disciples and found them asleep; and he said to Peter, “How is it that you three were not able to keep watch with me even for one hour? 41Keep watch and pray that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” 42Once more Jesus went away and prayed, “My Father, if this cup of suffering cannot be taken away unless I drink it, your will be done.” 43He returned once more and found the disciples asleep; they could not keep their eyes open. 44Again Jesus left them, went away, and prayed the third time, saying the same words. 45Then he returned to the disciples and said, “Are you still sleeping and resting? Look! The hour has come for the Son of Man to be handed over to the power of sinners. 46Get up, let us go. Look, here is the man who is betraying me!” The Arrest of Jesus (Mk 14.43–50; Lk 22.47–53; Jn 18.3–12) 47Jesus was still speaking when Judas, one of the twelve disciples, arrived. With him was a large crowd armed with swords and clubs and sent by the chief priests and the elders. 48The traitor had given the crowd a signal: “The man I kiss is the one you want. Arrest him!” 49Judas went straight to Jesus and said, “Peace be with you, Teacher,” and kissed him. 50Jesus answered, “Be quick about it, friend!” Then they came up, arrested Jesus, and held him tight. 51One of those who were with Jesus drew his sword and struck at the High Priest's slave, cutting off his ear. 52“Put your sword back in its place,” Jesus said to him. “All who take the sword will die by the sword. 53Don't you know that I could call on my Father for help, and at once he would send me more than twelve armies of angels? 54But in that case, how could the Scriptures come true which say that this is what must happen?” 55Then Jesus spoke to the crowd, “Did you have to come with swords and clubs to capture me, as though I were an outlaw? Every day I sat down and taught in the Temple, and you did not arrest me. 56But all this has happened in order to make what the prophets wrote in the Scriptures come true.” Then all the disciples left him and ran away. Jesus Before the Council (Mk 14.53–65; Lk 22.54–55, 63–71; Jn 18.13–14, 19–24) 57Those who had arrested Jesus took him to the house of Caiaphas, the High Priest, where the teachers of the Law and the elders had gathered together. 58Peter followed from a distance, as far as the courtyard of the High Priest's house. He went into the courtyard and sat down with the guards to see how it would all come out. 59The chief priests and the whole Council tried to find some false evidence against Jesus to put him to death; 60but they could not find any, even though many people came forward and told lies about him. Finally two men stepped up 61and said, “This man said, ‘I am able to te
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So, I covered my head with my clothes but, sure enough, within a minute I had a growling, snarling fur-ball attached (by very sharp claws) to the back of my head. By employing, once again, the ‘mother-cat’ hold, I managed to peel it off without incurring too much disapproval from the ‘owners’ of this charming ‘pet’ but I didn’t sleep another wink that night.
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Frodo looked round. It did look like home. Many of his own favourite things - or Bilbo’s things (they reminded him sharply of him in their new selling) - were arranged as nearly as possible as they had been at Bag End. It was a pleasant, comfortable, welcoming place; and he found himself wishing that he was really coming here to settle down in quiet retirement. It seemed unfair to have put his friends to all this trouble; and he wondered again how he was going to break the news to them that he must leave them so soon, indeed at once. Yet that would have to be done that very night, before they all went to bed.
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I put on the sergeant’s uniform. It fitted well. The boots fitted well also. But the slouch hat ...? It floated on top of my huge afro and then slid off the back completely. This was a problem. In any event, I thought, Sergeants in the Australian Army probably don’t have afro hair styles. I loved my afro. It was the object of envy of all my female friends. Many used to run their fingers through it – just to see if it were real. They were convinced, if it were real, that I used ‘one hundred and one’ hot rollers every night to maintain the style. This was not true. I didn’t do anything at all to it – just a very quick comb in the morning. Nothing more. However, the afro had to go – and go now. Fortunately, the person who had maintained the flowers in the crypt had left a large pair of scissors – used to trim the stems, I suppose. Anyway, in a few minutes, I had hacked the whole afro from my head. It lay on the floor like a dead creature. David retreated to a corner, staring at me. Perhaps he feared that his afro was next. But there was no need for that – not yet, in any case. So, how did the haircut look? Awful. But it would be hidden under the slouch hat. The hat fitted me now – and I didn’t look like Sergeant Hippy, only Sergeant Very Young. When I had completed dressing myself in the Sergeant’s uniform – and had duly straightened all the sharply pressed seams – I turned to David (who was still a little fearful) and exhibited myself: “Ta-dah! What do you think, mate? Do I exude an air of authority?” I’m not sure what, if anything, he thought of my new appearance. He remained stone-faced at the sight of me – though he did look me up and down. “No matter,” I said. “Now it’s your turn.” I bade him come forward to me but he merely retreated, grunting his disapproval. (Not a good start for my grand plan). I thus needed to gently cajole David for over an hour, a precious hour, before he relented and let me start removing his also recently washed – but even more stained and filthy – clothes.
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One night when the sea was so tranquil And I strangely restless not sleeping A lonely silhouette, I went walking To breathe in the night-scented air On a black rock flooded by moonshine Sat two lovers so sweetly oblivious While the tide rose and washed all around them Transfixed, I just stood and I stared "I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul" For they merged with the soft, lapping waters No panic nor terror displaying Yet I thought I perceived their two voices So gentle, so peaceful yet clear They returned without breaking the surface Looked me full in the face strangely smiling Then they kissed before finally sinking Never again to appear "I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul" No more than a day or two later In a neighbouring cove lay a body On the smooth, golden sand was incumbent A maiden serene and so fair It was then that I learned the sad story Of a maiden and youth and their passion How their families insisted they parted For the young man, a sailor's career "I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul" And their very last living encounter In a cove where by chance I went walking By full moon they had vowed, dead or living To meet at the end of three years From abroad followed news quite amazing For that very same night I'd been walking It seemed that the young man had perished His death had confirmed my worst fears "I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul" This was the lovers' song at Porthgwarra
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By nightfall, I was no further advanced in convincing David of the wisdom of my plans. In short, he couldn’t understand them beyond the most basic outline. Well, I suppose that was as much as I could ask of any dead person. David’s lack of understanding would not prevent me from putting the plan into effect. I should have been a little more cautious, I guess, but, without a plan of some sort, David’s ‘death expectancy’ was likely to be very short indeed. (All of his fellow zombies – at least the ones on campus – seemed, as I’ve said, to have been ‘neutralised’.) In the ‘wee small hours’ of the night, I crept out once more – trying hard this time not to upset the nearby fruit bats. My initial mission was simple: to check the ignition locks of the army vehicles for keys and collect two pairs of boots and two slouch hats from the veranda of the gate-keeper’s house. I will not trouble you with the details of this initial foray. Suffice it to say that all of the army vehicles were open and had keys in their ignition locks (after all, who was going to steal them?) And the boots and hats were duly collected without mishap. Oh, and the guard at the cemetery gate – a different member of the squad this time – was slumped in the chair and again snoring! “Hmm. That went well,” I thought. I returned in triumph to the crypt with the clothing. David seemed unimpressed by my feat – but was, once again, a little edgy. I stripped off my recently washed – but still filthy – rags to dress myself in the Sergeant’s uniform that I had stolen from the gate-keeper’s house. As was the custom in those days, my name-tag was sewn into the shirt, above the left chest pocket. Henceforth, I was ‘Sergeant S. Smith’ – which was, as I’m sure you will agree, conveniently easy to remember. I slipped the boots onto my bare feet – still no socks to be had but, unless I sat down, this was not noticeable. The boots were, naturally, of standard army issue: thick black cowhide covering the ankles, tough, ropey bootlaces and multiple layers of hobnailed leather on the sole. (Perfect for dancing at the Trocadero!)
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