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The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.
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Georges Simenon |
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7786a0a
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The poor are used to stifling any expression of their despair, because they must get on with life, with work, with the demands made of them day after day, hour after hour.
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Georges Simenon |
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When he went out it was freezing, and a pale winter sun was rising over Paris. No thought of escape had as yet crossed Monsieur Monde's mind. 'Morning, Joseph.' 'Morning, monsieur.' As a matter of fact, it started like an attack of flu. In the car he felt a shiver. He was very susceptible to head colds. Some winters they would hang on for weeks, and his pockets would be stuffed with wet handkerchiefs, which mortified him. Moreover, that mor..
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Georges Simenon |
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0652385
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Si parte da un dettaglio qualsiasi, talvolta di poco conto, e senza volerlo si giunge a scoprire grandi principi.
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Georges Simenon |
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Ce n'est pas possible d'eplucher des pommes de terre et de gratter des carottes en combinaison.
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Georges Simenon |
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Questa volta lui fu incapace di girare la testa dall'altra parte, tanto il suo volto lo affascinava. Mai neppure nei momenti in cui i loro corpi erano stati piu uniti, l'aveva trovata cosi bella, cosi raggiante. Mai aveva visto sulla sua bocca carnosa un sorriso che esprimesse cosi intensamente il trionfo dell'amore. Mai, con un solo sguardo, si era impossessata di lui in modo cosi totale. <> gli grido <
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Georges Simenon |
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e319034
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They never addressed each other by name, nor were they in the habit of exchanging endearments. What was the point, since both felt that, in many ways, they were one person?
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Georges Simenon |
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And Boucard desisted, probably because like everyone else he was deeply impressed by this man who had laid all ghosts, who had lost all shadows, and who stared you in the eyes with cold serenity.
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Georges Simenon |
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d082b1b
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The inspector knew the mentality of malefactors, criminals and crooks. He knew that you always find some kind of passion at the root of it.
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Georges Simenon |
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The street sprinkler went past and, as its rasping rotary broom spread water over the tarmac, half the pavement looked as if it had been painted with a dark stain. A big yellow dog had mounted a tiny white bitch who stood quite still. In the fashion of colonials the old gentleman wore a light jacket, almost white, and a straw hat. Everything held its position in space as if prepared for an apotheosis. In the sky the towers of Notre-Dame gat..
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Georges Simenon |
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It was the serene cheerfulness of a man who has no nightmares, who feels at peace with himself and everyone else. They [Americans] were almost all of them like that. And it definitely got Maigret's back up. It made him think of clothing that was too neat, too clean, too well-pressed.
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cheerfulness
prosperous
americans
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Georges Simenon |
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E terribile pensare che siamo tutti uomini, tutti destinati, chi piu chi meno, a portare il nostro fardello sotto un cielo sconosciuto, e che non vogliamo fare il minimo sforzo per capirci a vicenda.
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Georges Simenon |
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At five-thirty the rain began to fall in great, heavy drops which bounced off the pavement before they spread out into black spots. At the same time thunder rumbled from the direction of Charenton and an eddy of wind lifted the dust, carried away the hats of passers-by who took to their heels and who, after a few confused moments, were all in the shelter of doorways or under the awnings of cafe terraces. Street pedlars of the Faubourg Sain..
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rain
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Georges Simenon |
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The weather was so contrary and fierce that the rain wasn't mere rain or the wind freezing wind - this was a conspiracy of the elements.
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Georges Simenon |
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He distrusted ideas, as they were always too rigid to reflect reality, which, as he knew from experience, was very fluid.
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Georges Simenon |
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We're a bit like criminal lawyers. We're the public face of things, but it's the civil lawyers who do the serious work, in the shadows.
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Georges Simenon |
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Human tragedies are always simple when we reconsider them in retrospect.
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retrospect
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Georges Simenon |
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C'era un'atmosfera da domenica sera, quando ci si sente fiacchi senza aver fatto nulla, invasi da un molle torpore, e i minuti scorrono piu lenti che gli altri giorni.
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ozio
sunday
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Georges Simenon |
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He was a big, bony man. Iron muscles shaped his jacket sleeves and quickly wore through new trousers. He had a way of imposing himself just by standing there.
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Georges Simenon |
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She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal woman in an adolescent's dream.
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Georges Simenon |
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He had read endless books, he had digested them, pondered over them. Day by day, year after year, he had turned over all the problems of human beings. Yet there were all sorts of simple things he didn't know how to do: he couldn't even walk into an inn and sit down at a table.
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Georges Simenon |
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What Zograffi would have to realize was that Elie had come to the end, and there was no farther-on for him. Nothing. Emptiness.
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Georges Simenon |
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Maigret had often tried to get other people, including men of experience, to admit that those who fall, especially those who have a morbid determination to descend ever lower, are almost always idealists.
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criminals
idealists
crime-fiction
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Georges Simenon |
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I felt for too long anyway that there was something creaky about this story. You needn't try to understand, but when all the material clues manage to confuse matters rather than clarify them, it means they've been faked ... and everything, without exception, is fake in this case. It all creaked.
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Georges Simenon |
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c17e281
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There's no skill and no grace to it, but you
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Georges Simenon |
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I'm at sea, lieutenant ... We probably both are. Except that you, you fight the waves, you mean to go in a definite direction, whereas I let myself drift with the current, clutching here and there on a passing branch.
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Georges Simenon |
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If I try to define my state as accurately as possible, I'd say that I possessed a warped lucidity. Reality existed around me, and I was in contact with it. I was aware of my actions.
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Georges Simenon |
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f3ab969
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The sun finally died in beauty, flinging out its crimson flames, which cast their reflection on the faces of passers-by, giving them a strangely feverish look. The darkness of the trees became deeper. You could hear the Seine flowing. Sounds carried farther, and people in their beds could feel, as they did every night, the vibration of the ground as buses rolled past.
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Georges Simenon |
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Era vero. In quel momento tutto era vero, perche viveva ogni cosa cosi come veniva, senza chiedersi niente, senza cercare di capire, senza neppure sospettare che un giorno ci sarebbe stato qualcosa da capire.
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Georges Simenon |
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Maigret avait deja tente de faire admettre par d'autres, y compris par des hommes d'experience, que ceux qui degringolent, en particulier ceux qui mettent un acharnement morbide a descendre toujours plus bas et qui se salissent a plaisir, sont presque toujours des idealistes.
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Georges Simenon |
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That feeling about trains, for instance. Of course he had long outgrown the boyish glamour of the steam-engine. Yet there was something that had an appeal for him in trains, especially in night-trains, which always put queer, vaguely improper notions in his head - though he would have been hard put to it to define them. Also he had an impression that those who leave by night-trains leave forever - an impression heightened the previous night..
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Georges Simenon |
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presse-papiers, entrouvrant
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Georges Simenon |
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d'affilee.
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Georges Simenon |
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marmots, trinquer
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Georges Simenon |
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Nem lehet boldogga tenni az embereket akaratuk ellenere... Viszont ami a boldogtalanna tevest illeti...
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life
maigret
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Georges Simenon |
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Savez-vous que c'est a cause de cette recherche de ce que j'appellerais les compensations, cette rechercher d'un bonheur malgre tout, que naissent les manies et, souvent, les desequilibres.
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Georges Simenon |
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Il fait courir
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Georges Simenon |
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Arrivava solido come il granito, e da quel momento pareva che tutto dovesse spezzarsi contro di lui, sia che avanzasse, sia che restasse piantato sulle gambe leggermente divaricate.
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maigret
presenza
stazza
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Georges Simenon |
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Sono cose di cui non ci si vanta, cose che a parlarne farebbero sorridere e che pure richiedono una certa dose di eroismo.
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eroismo
vantarsi
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Georges Simenon |
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I'm worried that the chicken may be overcooked ...' she said as she served Maigret. And her tone was the one in which she might have said, for example: 'I'm afraid of everything! I don't know what's going on. Holy Virgin, protect me!
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Georges Simenon |
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Era come se la mia vista fosse diventata troppo acuta, come se, per esempio, fosse improvvisamente diventata sensibile ai raggi ultravioletti. Ed ero l'unico che vedesse gli altri in quel modo, l'unico che si agitasse in un mondo ignaro di quello che stava succedendo a me. Per anni e anni, insomma, avevo vissuto senza accorgermene. Avevo fatto tutto quello che mi avevano detto di fare con scrupolo, meglio che potevo: ma senza cercare di c..
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Georges Simenon |
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Take trains, for instance. He was no longer a child, and it wasn't anything mechanical about them that attracted him. If he had a preference for night trains, it was because he sensed in them something strange, almost wicked
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Georges Simenon |
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She must have been pretty once. At least, like everyone, she had been young. Now her eyes, her mouth, her whole body exuded weakness. Could it be that she was ill and waiting for her next attack? Some people who know that at a particular hour they are going to start suffering again have that expression, subdued and yet tense, like drug addicts waiting for the hour of their dose.
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apathy-quotes
existentialism
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Georges Simenon |
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Civilised men fear wild creatures, especially wild creatures of their own kind who remind them of life in the primeval forests of past ages.
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Georges Simenon |