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We welcome, the world seemed to say; we accept; we create. Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it wherever he looked, at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy.
— Mar 30, 2025 02:59PM
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So there was no excuse; nothing whatever the matter, except the sin for which human nature had condemned him to death; that he did not feel.
(Every time this “He did not feel” refrain comes back, it gets more and more cutting and now I’m sobbing.)
— Mar 31, 2025 03:41PM
(Every time this “He did not feel” refrain comes back, it gets more and more cutting and now I’m sobbing.)
cody coyle
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As we are a doomed race, chained to a sinking ship, as the whole thing is a bad joke, let us, at any rate, do our part; mitigate the sufferings of our fellow prisoners; decorate the dungeon with flowers and air-cushions, be as decent as we possibly can.
— Mar 30, 2025 03:15PM
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But the indomitable egotism which for ever rides down the hosts opposed to it, the river which says on, on, on; even though, it admits, there may be no goal for us whatever, still on, on; this indomitable egotism charged her cheeks with colour; made her look very young.
— Mar 01, 2025 07:53PM
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She could see what she lacked. It was not beauty; it was not mind. It was something central which permeated; something warm which broke up surfaces and ripples the cold contact of man and woman, or of women together.
— Mar 01, 2025 07:23PM
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She could see what she lacked. It was not beauty; it was not mind. It was something central which permeated; something warm which broke up surfaces and ripples the cold contact of man and woman, or of women together.
— Mar 01, 2025 07:23PM
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Much rather would she have been one of those people who did things for themselves, whereas, she thought, half the time she did things not simply, not for themselves; but to make people think this or that; perfect idiocy she knew for no one was ever for a second taken in.
— Feb 27, 2025 04:02PM
