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Jim is on page 304 of 522 of Great Expectations
Before I could answer (if I could have answered so difficult a question at all), [Miss Havisham] repeated: "Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces—and as it gets older and stronger it will tear deeper—love her, love her, love her!"
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Great Expectations

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Jim is on page 112 of 522 of Great Expectations
To five little stone lozenges which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine—who gave up trying to get a living exceedingly early in that universal struggle—I am indebted for a belief that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trouser pockets and had never taken them out in this state of existence.
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Great Expectations

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Jim is on page 38 of 191 of Life Itself
It's just that all of a sudden I'm getting to say things I've never had the chance to say before. This town is sending my head to a piece of Hollywood that I had tucked away in a corner of my brain.
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Life Itself

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Jim is on page 103 of 288 of Down the Nile: Alone in a Fisherman's Skiff
On the day that I hoped to buy a rowboat in Luxor, Egypt, I was awakened, as I had been every morning in Luxor, by a Koranic antiphony drifting from the Islamic boys' school next to my hotel.
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Down the Nile: Alone in a Fisherman's Skiff

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Jim is on page 93 of 192 of Street of No Return
There were three of them sitting on the pavement with their backs against the wall of the flophouse. It was a biting cold night in November and they sat there close together trying to get warm. The wet wind from the river came knifing through the street to cut their faces and get inside their bones, but they didn't seem to mind.
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Street of No Return

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Jim is on page 285 of 520 of Why I Write?: The Early Prose from 1945 to 1952 (Modern Czech Classics)
It's Sunday, outside the silent snow is falling and no teeth are aching.
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Why I Write?: The Early Prose from 1945 to 1952 (Modern Czech Classics)

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Jim is on page 199 of 520 of Why I Write?: The Early Prose from 1945 to 1952 (Modern Czech Classics)
Of course your married state isn't and won't be enhanced by a large number of children! In that area there'll be much worry and concern. But you'll live to see their brilliant future and advancement. One will be very clever and gifted and in due course hang himself, but the other child will be a major responsibility, because it will wish to remain innocent.
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Why I Write?: The Early Prose from 1945 to 1952 (Modern Czech Classics)

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Jim is on page 97 of 520 of Why I Write?: The Early Prose from 1945 to 1952 (Modern Czech Classics)
I could see that I was seen as the man with the spurting wrist. I felt like screaming: 'Go f--- yourselves!' but I remembered the garden of thorns around the Heart of Jesus, remembered the swimming trunks in the national colors, and I had to concede that things were all right as they were.
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Why I Write?: The Early Prose from 1945 to 1952 (Modern Czech Classics)

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Jim is on page 232 of 298 of Letters to Milena
Writing letters is actually an intercourse with ghosts and by no means just with the ghost pf the addressee but also with one's own ghost, which secretly evolves inside the letter one is writing or even in a whole series of letters, where one letter corroborates another and can refer to it as witness.
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Letters to Milena

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Jim is on page 101 of 298 of Letters to Milena
Today I looked at a map of Vienna, for a moment it seemed incomprehensible to me that they would build such a huge city when you only need one room.
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Letters to Milena

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Jim is on page 272 of 416 of Chasing the Sea: Lost Among the Ghosts of Empire in Central Asia
—I was under the impression that you were served vodka on these [Air Uzbekistan] local flights.
—Vodka? Nah. Who told you that?
—I don't remember. I heard it somewhere, from someone.
—The only people who would get vodka would be the pilots.
—That's comforting.
—Just enough to relax them, bro.
—I'd hate for them to be nervous.
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Chasing the Sea: Lost Among the Ghosts of Empire in Central Asia

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Jim is on page 124 of 416 of Chasing the Sea: Lost Among the Ghosts of Empire in Central Asia
When God loved us, he gave us the Amur Darya [River[. When he ceased to love us, he sent us Russian engineers.
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Chasing the Sea: Lost Among the Ghosts of Empire in Central Asia

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Jim is on page 304 of 436 of Uncle Silas
See how a sleepy child will put off the inevitable departure for bed. His waking is a pain; he is quite worn out, and peevish, and stupid, and yet he implores a respite, and deprecates repose, and vows he is not sleepy, even to the moment when his mother takes him in her arms, and carries him, in a sweet slumber, to the nursery.
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Uncle Silas

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Jim is on page 147 of 436 of Uncle Silas
What was that dreadful sound? Who had entered my father's chamber? It was the visitor whom we had so long expected, with whom he was to make the unknown journey, leaving me alone. The intruder was Death!
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Uncle Silas

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Jim is on page 425 of 609 of Children of Dune (Dune #3)
"Every judgment teeters on the brink of error," Leto explained. "To claim absolute knowledge is to become monstrous. Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty."
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Children of Dune (Dune #3)

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Jim is on page 174 of 609 of Children of Dune (Dune #3)
Power attracts the psychotics. Always. That's what we have to avoid within ourselves.
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Children of Dune (Dune #3)

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Jim is on page 187 of 228 of Fasting, Feasting
He had travelled and he had stumbled into what was like a plastic representation of what he had known at home, not the real thing -- which was plain, unbeautiful, misshapen, fraught and compromised -- but the unreal thing -- clean, bright, gleaming, without taste, savour or nourishment.
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Fasting, Feasting

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Jim is on page 56 of 232 of Naked Lunch
We start for New Orleans past iridescent lakes and orange gas flares, and swamps and garbage heaps, alligators crawling around in broken bottles and tin cans, neon arabesques of motels, marooned pimps scream obscenities at passing cars from islands of rubbish....
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Naked Lunch

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Jim is 35% done with The Haunting of Hill House
It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house. Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed.
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The Haunting of Hill House

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Jim is on page 100 of 230 of Grimscribe: His Lives and Works
And this is the fate of all the secrets of the universe. Eventually, the seeker of a recondite knowledge may conclude that this ruthless process is never-ending, that the mortification of one mystery after another has no terminus beyond that of the seeker's own extinction.
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Grimscribe: His Lives and Works

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Jim is on page 334 of 433 of Boswell in Holland 1763 - 1764
At five I went to a bawdy-house. I was shown upstairs, and had a bottle of claret and a juffrouw [young woman]. But the girl was much fitter for being wrapped in the blankets of salivation than kissed between the sheets of love. I had no armour [condom], so did not fight. It was truly ludicrous to talk in Dutch to a whore.
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Boswell in Holland 1763 - 1764

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Jim is on page 228 of 433 of Boswell in Holland 1763 - 1764
The cruel spleen torments me now again,
And its foul vapours sheds upon my brain.
It comes and goes inconstant as the wind,
And makes a sport of my unhappy mind.
Three hours ago I was entirely sound:
All was complacent, all was smiling found;
Hearty I supped and sung a jolly song,
And thought the time ran cheerfully along.
But now, alas! I feel a weight of woe,
And all confused and wild to bed I go.
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Boswell in Holland 1763 - 1764

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