Heard's attorneys have also pointed to text messages Depp sent to Heard after the flight, saying, “Once again I find myself in a place of shame and regret. But texts he sent to the actor Paul Bettany at the time referenced drinking half a bottle of whiskey, “a thousand Red Bull vodkas” and two bottles of Champagne before the flight. He told the court that he drank only a glass of Champagne while boarding the flight. Heard has said Depp assaulted her on the flight while he was blackout drunk.ĭepp testified he took two oxycodone pills - an opiate to which he admits he was addicted at the time - and locked himself in the plane bathroom and fell asleep to avoid her badgering. One of the chief points in contention is what occurred on a 2014 private flight from Boston to Los Angeles that Depp and Heard took while he was filming the gangster film “Black Mass.” Heard's lawyers contend he cut his own finger. At the hospital, Depp said he lied to protect Heard and told the doctors that he had injured himself. Depp said he used the resulting blood to write on his walls and recount lies in which he had caught Heard. He said she once threw two bottles of vodka at him, the second of which exploded and severed his finger to the point where bone was exposed. Soon after, Heard began physically attacking him, Depp said. “It was sort of a rapid-fire, sort of endless parade of insults,” Depp said. The insults escalated into full-fledged circular arguments from which there was “no way in or out,” Depp said. The purple flower droops: the golden bee Is lily-cradled: I alone awake.“I acknowledge the fact I was the old, craggy fogey and she was this beautiful creature,” he said.ĭepp said things began to change in his marriage when he felt that he “was suddenly just wrong about everything” in Heard’s eyes.ĭepp said Heard made little digs at him, demeaned and berated him. For now the noonday quiet holds the hill: The grasshopper is silent in the grass: The lizard, with his shadow on the stone, Rests like a shadow, and the winds are dead. "O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. She, leaning on a fragment twined with vine, Sang to the stillness, till the mountain-shade Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff. ![]() Her cheek had lost the rose, and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest. ![]() Hither came at noon Mournful none, wandering forlorn Of Paris, once her playmate on the hills. Behind the valley topmost Gargarus Stands up and takes the morning: but in front The gorges, opening wide apart, reveal Troas and Ilion's column'd citadel, The crown of Troas. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
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