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My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.
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charles-baudelaire
conversations
eat
eaten
heart
les-fleurs-du-mal
lost
poem
poetry
the-flowers-of-evil
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Charles Baudelaire |
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They're brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn't be seen dead here. They're pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can't hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop from their mouths and get crushed to the floor. Or they get discarded, just to glow with warmth for a moment, for someone else to tread on later.
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conversations
discarded
girls
mouths
pretty
smiles
smoke
ugly
words
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Markus Zusak |
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She spoke loudly in order to be heard above the noise of personal communitainers that were thudding and banging all around them. Some people used earphones, some didn't, clearly believing that as many people as possible should be given the opportunity to appreciate their musical taste. That, combined with the mass leakage from the headsets, created a terrible din and even discreet private conversations had to be conducted at a yell.
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conversations
earphones
heard
musical-taste
thudding
yell
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Ben Elton |
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He began to prefer talking on the phone to actually getting together with someone, preferred the bodilessness of it, and started to turn down social engagements. He didn't want to actually sit across from someone in a restaurant, look at their face, and eat food. He wanted to turn away, not deal with the face, have the waitress bring them two tin cans and some string so they could just converse, in a faceless dialogue.
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conversations
dialogue
introvert
like-life
lorrie-moore
restaurant
tin-can
waitress
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Lorrie Moore |