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The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. Alas, burthen, thine, cometh, aweary—the archaic language of unrequited love. I was irritated with such words, which rendered the unhappy lovers—I could now see—faintly ridiculous, like poor moping Miss Violence herself. Soft-edged, blurry, soggy, like a bun fallen into the water. Nothing you'd want to touch,
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― The Blind Assassin
― The Blind Assassin
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He never knew a single second could be expanded into something timeless and so archaic. It shook him to his core – there were no words for it.
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― The Sands Of Time
― The Sands Of Time