78d300c
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Lovers of words have no place where honest work must be done.
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wasting-time
talking-too-much
hard-work
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Karen Essex |
24de549
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I am more human than rational.
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humanity
rational-thought
human-nature
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Karen Essex |
94c5b32
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I'm afraid that the gift of visiting the past is all that we have. We can revisit it, but only as it happened.
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revisiting-the-past
karen-essex
mina-harker
regret
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Karen Essex |
496dd9e
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You cannot hide from the truth, Mina. Anytime you try to argue with the truth you lose. Anytime you try to evade it or run away from it, it will find you down the road.
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truth
hiding-the-facts
karen-essex
mina-harker
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Karen Essex |
c498a15
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I remembered a truism that I had always known: no woman need let a man know the contents of her mind.
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women
truisms
women-s-minds
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Karen Essex |
d3d0ee1
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There are no accidents in this world, that no living being is seduced into an entanglement that he did not invite with his innermost desires. Would you agree with my estimation?
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fate
innermost-desires
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Karen Essex |
a36e7b8
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it is a quote from Mihri Hatun, a lady poet who wrote many centuries ago. 'A talented women is better than a thousand untalented men, and a women of understanding is better than a thousand stupid men.
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women
talented-women
women-s-strength
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Karen Essex |
fad6bba
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Perfection does not take into account the viewer.' Pheidias had once said to me. 'It exists on it own, independent of and unconcerned with opinions or utility.
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perfection
viewing-art
viewing-nature
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Karen Essex |
1f0eed2
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I knew that his confession would be a tremendous relief to him but a burden to me. Such information, once shared, can never be retracted.
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unburdening-oneself
karen-essex
telling-the-truth
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Karen Essex |
241dd6f
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Time. What was time? Time is a river that flows both forward and backward. How could that be true?
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karen-essex
time-passing
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Karen Essex |
b606526
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She was keen on the idea that a strong mind, enforced with a strong will, could overcome any difficulty.
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mind-over-matter
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Karen Essex |
7b60b39
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It appears to me that our sex is only discussed publicly in a derogatory manner. The respectable woman is doomed to anonymity.
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women-in-history
womens-rights
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Karen Essex |
9314bdf
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Are you ready to be rejoined for all time with your fellow gods? Oh yes, she explained, For not only was he a god, but so were all mortals gods in disguise, divorced from their divine lineage, their true identities, shrouded from their earthly selves. That is what she now revealed to him; He had been one of the rare humans who had not forgotten the connection with his divine self, and had lived like a god his mortal life.
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immortality
gods
julius-caesar
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Karen Essex |
49afe84
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I am telling you that the child will not out live the buildings. Do you understand that wheras women may touch the immortal by giving birth, men--great men-- must build monuments and seek fame?
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immortality
men-vs-women
seeking-fame
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Karen Essex |
0e7b551
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One must either rule side by side or be subdued entirely.
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kleopatra
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Karen Essex |
5e0bcc3
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I was a married woman! she said. Why does every generation believe it is the discoverer of pleasure? Your father was a spectacular lover. Even through the wall, I could hear the triumph in her voice.
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marital-satisfaction
mothers-and-daughters
pleasure
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Karen Essex |
df18d8e
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No rational person would intentionally commit an act of evil, for everyone knows that it would bring the wrath of the community upon him. (Socrates)
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evil-people
rational-thought
socrates
evil
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Karen Essex |
b373788
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You must never deprive the people of their belief in the power of the gods, and you must never deprive yourself of it either.
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religion-spirituality
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Karen Essex |
f5debe3
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In the beginning, there was the voice. That was how it began on that first evening, with a masculine voice calling out to me in my sleep; a disembodied voice slithering into my dream, a voice of deep timbre and tones, of sensuous growls, and of low hollow moans- a voice laden with promise and with love. It was as familiar to me as my own, and yet I knew not whether it came from inside my head, from outside me, or from somewhere not of this ..
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Karen Essex |
ce6cf95
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She knew that it was not smart to address her concerns about money directly, for men despised women who confronted them in this way. She knew that the smart wife, especially one no longer willing to parlay sexual favors, would find a way to bring up matters sweetly, pouring honey all over the problem before showing it to the husband. But she was out of patience.
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money-matters
women-and-money
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Karen Essex |
9d78a7f
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Princess of the night, I have come to offer myself to you," you say in French, the language of my homeland. "Come with me." I am trying to look inside you, to foresee your intentions- lust, rape, or ransom- but your beauty clouds my sight. "Why should I go with you, stranger?" I ask, though I am thrilled by the candor of your request and the desire and enthrallment in your eyes. "Because I am yours, whether you wish it or not. You enchanted..
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mina-and-dracula
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Karen Essex |
35ab2fc
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I sat down to a lavish meal of Irish stew, boiled salad with beets, celery, potatoes doused in cream sauce, haddock and rice, and a long cheeseboard piled with pungent varieties and tasty rolls. I ate with fiendish voraciousness, and slowly, my hunger subsided and my nerves calmed.
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mina-harker
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Karen Essex |
9427dfe
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My dress is of plain forest green wool, but the other girls are wearing beautiful tunics the color of gems- ruby dresses with sapphire mantles and dappled with jewels that dance before me like little insects on fire. My hair is dark as a crow, but theirs is red and gold and even longer than mine. A ray of sun slashes through the turbulent Irish sky, and I see that my friends' perfect skin shimmers in the sun, making them almost translucent.
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little-girl
mina-harker
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Karen Essex |
9349c3d
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The room was dark, though weak autumnal light filtered in through arched windows high on the walls, illuminating the room's rich aubergine brocade wallpaper. Its color cast a soft violet haze that floated through the bedroom, twinkling the huge diamond-shaped crystals that dropped from two immense, many-tiered silver chandeliers. They were larger than any I had ever seen, things out of a palace or a fairy tale. An imposing, heavily carved w..
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light
chandelier-crystals
damask
wardrobe
mina-harker
purple
titian
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Karen Essex |
8a664fd
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He produced a wide silver tray with wrought handles that was piled with sliced bread, grapes, apricots, oranges, apples, cheeses, and a goblet of red wine, and put it on the bed. "Wine?" I asked. I wanted a cup of tea. "Your blood needs its elements. Drink at least some of it." He sat on the bed next to me. "You must eat now. You will need your strength." At that moment, the pungent aroma of the cheeses, the sharp citrus of sliced oranges, ..
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sustenance
mina-harker
mina-and-dracula
hunger
fruit
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Karen Essex |
c6fc448
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You see, Great Caesar. she said, this is the way in which mortals retain the power of the divine---in every earthly choice they make. 'But it's a paradox.' he said. 'Human beings are in control of everything and nothing at all.' 'Yes, she answered, her coy smile spreading joy across her lovely face. It is that simple.
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humanity
human-condition
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Karen Essex |
9b9cbe9
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Waiters began to appear with tureens of soup, platters of fish and meat, and bowls of vegetables. Another with a huge gold tasting spoon hanging like a necklace at his chest showed the Count a bottle of wine, which he approved, and when opened, sniffed the cork, and then nodded so that a glass could be poured for me. He ordered the waiters to put everything on the table and retreat to the rear of the room. "I will serve her," he said. "Tell..
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thoughts
likes-and-dislikes
mina-and-dracula
dinner
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Karen Essex |
d91b287
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Ho personalmente sezionato la lingua, e benche non abbia trovato muscoli specifici per i pettegolezzi, questo sembra lo scopo principale di quell'organo-almeno a corte.
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Karen Essex |
6d5ed81
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You see, Miss Mina, the air is thick with the spirits of the young sailors and fishermen who died in the sea. They still yearn for the love and touch of beautiful women, young men that they were when they were forced to leave their bodies and earthly pleasure behind. I tell you this to warn you, beauty that you are with your jet-colored hair and your lovely skin more pure and delicious than the top of the cream, and those eyes of yours that..
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warning
mina-murray
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Karen Essex |
2624a8b
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He leaned over toward me, putting his fingers under my chin. He grazed my lips with his nose and then with his own lips, first gently, and then taking them into his mouth and biting them one at a time. He put his big hand around my neck, covering my throat, terrifying me with the power he had to wrap those fingers tight and suffocate me, but exciting me because I knew that he would not do it. There was too much that he wanted from me, and I..
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passionate-kiss
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Karen Essex |
db3b9f6
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The rolling hills we traveled through were lined with rows of crisscrossed crops- apple and pear trees, vines of grapes, and maize- creating bafflingly precise geometries. In the forested areas, the branches on the trees drooped lugubriously like the long sleeves of Druid priests. Jonathan pointed to the curved roads that cut through the hillsides and valleys. "Forged by Romans, Mina!" he said. "So many civilizations have come and gone on t..
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crops
fruit-trees
hills
natures-beauty
civilizations
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Karen Essex |
168ca01
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It is a woman's burden to suffer the machinations and destruction of men.
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Karen Essex |
f3d5f4e
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I selected a simple but graceful gown with a sage-colored organza overdress and a seed-pearl choker, hoping that I had chosen well, and I swept my hair up with long, pearl-dotted pins from a small ivory box on the vanity.
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pearls
green
mina-harker
gown
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Karen Essex |
228fbc3
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Guinevere loved Arthur until she met Lancelot. Do you not agree that it is possible to love one person but encounter another whose very soul speaks to you?
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love-another
mina-murray
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Karen Essex |
2d7b526
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I suppose that Lucy and I were worthy of the male gaze, what with her pale blond beauty shown off nicely in a peach summer frock, in contrast to my black hair set against light skin. Tonight I wore my favorite dress of pale green linen, which everyone said complemented my eyes, and a cotton bolero jacket perfect for a summer evening.
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lucy-westenra
mina-murray
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Karen Essex |
2385ac9
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All my life I have known fear. But I have acted in spite of it. I urge you to do the same. Your father used to say that it is preferable to die rather than to live fearing death.
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living-life-to-the-fullest
living-fearlessly
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Karen Essex |
cad0490
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I am now satisfied of what I always though--which is how much more women can do if they set about it then men. I will lay any bet that had you been here, you would not have got half as much on board as I have.
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women
women-vs-men
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Karen Essex |
264f0b6
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Feeding the family trumps conviction every time, Mary though, a basic law of the human condition.
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human-condition
starvation
hunger
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Karen Essex |
2bd50e3
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Mr. Darwin demonstrated that we- male and female alike- were descended from wild animals. Women, held high in men's esteem and given the task of living up to a higher moral standard, seemed as capable as men of bestial behavior. Jonathan claimed that the women seduced him. It made sense, I suppose. It wasn't as if men evolved from beasts and women evolved from angels. But if women too gave free rein to our base wants, as I did in my dreams,..
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mina-harker
moral-standards
men-and-women
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Karen Essex |
2c0617f
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He did not smile. 'We are the keepers of the world's greatest treasures. Does that mean nothing to you?' "My children are my greatest treasures,' she said. 'Stone no matter how old, means nothing to me when compared to their welfare."
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motherhood
greed-of-man
selfishness
pride
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Karen Essex |
8aba3cd
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Lights like stars whirled past me from out of the darkness, and when I opened my eyes, I was lying on a bed covered in rich tapestry and piled high with pillows. The room was lit by candles in colossal iron holders that flickered on the walls. A great fire was ablaze in the hearth. I recognized the triptych of slender, arched windows, though I was seeing them for the first time from the inside. No longer empty, they were fitted with glass t..
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preternatural
mina-and-dracula
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Karen Essex |
2ef0830
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It is not that I do not approve. Whatever a man's passion, he must pursue them, unless they offend God.
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Karen Essex |
e40b99c
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The people call it a miracle; the scientists call it invention. But the invention is miraculous, is it not?
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karen essex |
15265c4
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What will I taste like?" I asked. He inhaled deeply at the base of my throat. "Sweet and pure," he answered, "like white lilacs."
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mina-and-dracula
taste
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Karen Essex |