the girl

Dierdra was a twenty year old girl with green eyes, a bob of the straightest red hair, a deep burnt fire, she was tall, 5'10", lanky, with slightly rolled in shoulders that belied her true height.
Her origins were irish and scandinavian, she had no real knowledge of either country nor their political struggles over time, she only knew the generic stereo types of fiesty temprements and Swedish sex appeal. She had a small dose of both, but only in a subtle way and it had to be drawn out of her

Dierdra was a twenty year old girl with green eyes, a bob of the straightest red hair, a deep burnt fire, she was tall, 5'10", lanky, with slightly rolled in shoulders that belied her true height.

Her origins were irish and scandinavian, she had no real knowledge of either country nor their political struggles over time, she only knew the generic stereo types of fiesty temprements and Swedish sex appeal. She had a small dose of both, but only in a subtle way and it had to be drawn out of her to be seen.

She was mostly a quiet girl with an introspection that surpassed even the most socially inept boys at her university. While she was able to look most people, adult or child in the eye, she never gave out enough information for them to gleen her deeper opinions.

Her field of study was International relations and finance, her father had been fisherman in Maine and she grew romantic about the idea of far away countries and growing American wealth for the benefit of the hardworking people of her own country. She thought if she could only find a way to capture the rush to wealth then net it and offer it up to people who don't have as much access. She knew it was probably hopeless, to think that anyone holding on to the string of fortune would dangle it far enough to the ground to let weaker people take hold was a farce. She wanted to help the world, but saw that the world was moving so fast that she wasn't sure if she would be able to grab hold of any kind of handhold to jump on this whirling merrygoround of business, world reform, and the grab for upwordly mobile status.  

She retreated into study reading classics like The Theory of Investment Value and Reminiscences of a Stock Operator, but took breaks to read Satre, Nietzsche, Camus, and Hesse; and then would find herself following a spider web of links as she followed their influences to Holderlin, Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Husserl, Hegel, to Foucault. Her trysts with the philosophers belied her aim towards the rational world of finance.  Unless hidden in the truth of the economy lay a poetic voice only the very entrenched could unearth.  

 

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