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“You do not speak to others of the elements in you," said Clara.

"I certainly do not: I have but one bride," was his handsome reply.

"Is it fair to me that you should show me the worst of you?"

"All myself, my own?"

“I fear we do not often agree, Willoughby."

"When you are a little older!" was the irritating answer.

"It would then be too late to make the discovery."

"The discovery, I apprehend, is not imperative, my love."

"It seems to me that our minds are opposed."

"I should," said he, "have been awake to it at a single indication, be sure."

“She is everything to me, everything; and if she dies I am compelled to run the risks of marrying again; I must marry again; for she has accustomed me so to the little attentions of a wife, that in truth I can't. I can't lose her! She must be saved!" And the loving husband of any devoted wife wrung his hands.

Studious eyes, devoid of warmth, devoid of the shyness of sex, that suddenly closed on their look, signified a want of comprehension of some kind, it might be hostility of understanding. ”Was it possible he did not possess her utterly?” He frowned up.

Clara saw the lift of his brows, and thought, ”My mind is my own, married or not."

It was the point in dispute.

“Now in my letters, Clara . . ."

"I have no memory, Willoughby!"

"You will, however, have observed that I am not completely myself in my letters. . ."

"In your letters to men you may be.”

But the Devil had been sitting behind the oven, and had heard all that was said. He was pleased that the peasant's wife had led her husband into boasting, and that he had said that if he had plenty of land he would not fear the Devil himself.

"All right," thought the Devil. "We will have a tussle. I'll give you land enough; and by means of that land I will get you into my power.”

I determined on setting up as a pawnbroker, without apologizing to any one: money, then a home, as far as possible from memories of the past, that was my plan. Nevertheless, the gloomy past and my ruined reputation fretted me every day, every hour. But then I married. Whether it was by chance or not I don’t know. but when I brought her into my home I thought I was bringing a friend, and I needed a friend so much.

Listen. I was convinced of her love at that time. Why, she used to throw herself on my neck in those days. She loved me; that is, more accurately, she wanted to love. Yes, that’s just what it was, she wanted to love; she was trying to love. And the point was that in this case there were no villanies for which she had to find justification. you will say, I’m a pawnbroker; and every one says the same.

the best of it was that, from the very beginning, she rushed to meet me with love, greeted me with rapture, when I went to see her in the evening, told me in her chatter (the enchanting chatter of innocence) all about her childhood and girlhood, her old home, her father and mother. But I poured cold water upon all that at once. that was my idea. I met her enthusiasm with silence, friendly silence, of course ...

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Oh, the filth! Oh, the filth I dragged her out of then! She should have realized that, you know, she should have appreciated my deed! I was pleased, too, by various thoughts, for example, that I was forty-one years old and that she was only sixteen. That fascinated me, this sense of inequality, it was very sweet, very sweet..

You see, I am part of that part of the whole that desires to do evil, but creates good..

She looked at me quickly & with great curiosity, in which, however, there was a great deal of childishness:

Wait a moment...What's that saying? Where's it from? I've heard it somewhere...

Don't rack your brains: Mephistopheles recommends himself to Faust in those words. Have your read Faust?

No...not carefully.

Then I really cheered up. But this wasn't a nasty feeling: I had a plan, a purpose; I wanted to test her, because suddenly I began to have some thoughts about her. That was my third particular thought about her.

Children, look upwards with your beclouded eyes, and a world full of joy and love will disclose itself to you, a rational world made by My wisdom, the only real world. Then you will know what love has done with you, what love has bestowed upon you, what love demands from you.
KRISHNA.

Pitiful and foolish is the man who seeks what he already has, and does not know that he has it. Yes, Pitiful and foolish is he who does not know the bliss of love which surrounds him and which I have given him.
KRISHNA.

Be not the destroyers of yourselves. Arise to your true Being, and then you will have nothing to fear.
KRISHNA.

Children, do you want to know by what your hearts should be guided? Throw aside your longings and strivings after that which is null and void; get rid of your erroneous thoughts about happiness and wisdom, and your empty and insincere desires. Dispense with these and you will know Love.
KRISHNA.

you will be an eternal enigma unto yourselves until ye become humble and joyful as children. Then will ye find Me, and having found Me in yourselves, you will rule over worlds, and looking out from the great world within to the little world without, you will bless everything that is, and find all is well with time and with you.
KRISHNA

Do not seek quiet and rest in those earthly realms where delusions and desires are engendered, for if thou dost, thou wilt be dragged through the rough wilderness of life, which is far from Me.

All that exists is One. People only call this One by different names.THE VEDAS.

God is love, and he that abideth in love abideth in God, and God abideth in him.I JOHN iv. 16.

God is one whole; we are the parts. EXPOSITION OF THE TEACHING OF THE VEDAS BY VIVEKANANDA.

Yes, she admired the obstinate birds who went on singing no matter how bad the weather.

He had lived without her before.He could get over it!In a year or so he’d be able to walk straight past her without his heart so much as missing a beat.He needed her as much as a drunk needs a cork!But he understood all too quickly how vain these thoughts were.How can you tear someone’s out of your heart?Your heart isn’t made out of paper & life isn’t written down in ink.You can’t erase imprint of years

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die— anything to stop remembering.

How could he have taken that moment of drunken folly for the deepest truth of his life? Why had he finally given in after holding back for all those long, difficult years?

What had happened to him? Was it folly, chance? Or was it the deepest law of his soul?

Life was so bare, so harsh! It wasn’t standing in a queue that was difficult. It was worse when the shop was empty and there was no queue. It was worse when she went home and lay down in her cold, damp bed without lighting the stove, without preparing anything to eat.
Everyone around her was suffering.

It’s not for nothing that the ancients said, “ In my beginning is my end ”

love is an affair of two,& is only for two that can be as quick,as constant in intercommunication as are sun & earth,through the cloud or face to face.They take their breath of life from one another in signs of affection,proofs of faithfulness,incentives to
admiration.Thus it is with men & women in love's good season.But a solitary soul dragging a log must make the log a God to rejoice in the
burden.That is not love

You can give a man all the experience in the world, but you can’t change his nature.

He himself was no longer the man he had been in 1941. He drank more, swore a lot and had become quick-tempered. Once he had almost hit the officer responsible for fuel supplies. People were afraid of him— and he knew it.
‘I don’t know if I really am made for war’, he said to Getmanov. ‘The best thing in the world would be to live in a hut in the forest together with the woman you love. You’d go hunting

Anti-semitism can take many forms-- from a mocking, contemptuous ill-will to murderous pogroms.
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Anti-semitism has been as strong in the age of atomic reactors and computers as in the age of oil-lamps, sailing-boats and spinning-wheels.

Usually when a new director takes over, people say respectfully, ‘He’s the first to arrive at work and the last to leave.’ This was said of Kovchenko. But a new director wins even more respect when people say, It’s two weeks since he was appointed and he’s only appeared once, for half an hour. He just never comes in.’ This means that the director is drawing up new canons of law, that he has access to

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