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Fo' shiz.
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british
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Stephanie Perkins |
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I once heard someone say morality was method. Do you hold with that? I suppose you wouldn't. You would say that morality was vested in the aim, I expect. Difficult to know what one's aims are, that's the trouble, specially if you're British.
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morality
british
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John Le Carré |
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The Americans, who are the most efficient people on the earth, have carried [phrase-making] to such a height of perfection and have invented so wide a range of pithy and hackneyed phrases that they can carry on an amusing and animated conversation without giving a moment's reflection to what they are saying and so leave their minds free to consider the more important matters of big business and fornication.
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humor
british
authors
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W. Somerset Maugham |
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Sometimes it was like Neil was from an alien planet, where people never asked for or shared anything emotional without deeply apologizing first. He assured me that he was simply British. And that we Americans, with all of our loud oversharing and need for random hugs and free admissions to people we've just met of deep, traumatic childhood wounds looks just as alien to them.
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oversharing
hugs
british
neil-gaiman
random
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Amanda Palmer |
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The British have always been madly overambitious, and from one angle it can seem like bravery, but from another it looks suspiciously like a lack of foresight.
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foresight
british
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Ben Aaronovitch |
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"NASSER: (about OMAR): Haven't you trained him up to look after you, like I have done with my girls? PAPA: He brushes the dust from one place to another. He squeezes shirts and heats soup. But that hardly stretches him. Though his food stretches me. It's only for a few months, yaar. I'll send him to college in the autumn.
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work
penis
pakistani
british
brothers
england
son
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Hanif Kureishi |
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Excuse me, I must go and putt
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english-society
putt
putting
comedy
british
golf
english
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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La semaine derniere, nous avons pris une decision. Nous allions sortir pour deblayer les briques. Des femmes de notre quartier y travaillaient quotidiennement. Les Trummerfrauen. Elles nettoyaient les briques de toute trace de ciment. Elles empilaient dans des brouettes. Les emportaient dans un depot. On utiliserait les briques pour recronstruire Berlin. Une tache utile, mais epuisante.
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family
british-literature
turkey
exile
world-war-2
british
istanbul
secrets
london
suspense
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |