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"The -- the prophecy . . . the prediction . . . Trelawney . . ." "Ah, yes. How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?" "Everything -- everything I heard! That is why -- it is for that reason -- he thinks it means Lily Evans!" "The prophecy did not refer to a woman. It spoke of a boy born at the end of July --" "You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down -- kill them all --" "If she means so much to you, surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son?" "I have -- I have asked him --" "You disgust me."
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anguish
disgust
lily-evans
prophecy
severus-snape
voldemort
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J.K. Rowling |
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Your god, sir, is the World. In my eyes, you, too, if not an infidel, are an idolater. I conceive that you ignorantly worship: in all things you appear to me too superstitious. Sir, your god, your great Bel, your fish-tailed Dagon, rises before me as a demon. You, and such as you, have raised him to a throne, put on him a crown, given him a sceptre. Behold how hideously he governs! See him busied at the work he likes best -- making marriages. He binds the young to the old, the strong to the imbecile. He stretches out the arm of Mezentius and fetters the dead to the living. In his realm there is hatred -- secret hatred: there is disgust -- unspoken disgust: there is treachery -- family treachery: there is vice -- deep, deadly, domestic vice. In his dominions, children grow unloving between parents who have never loved: infants are nursed on deception from their very birth: they are reared in an atmosphere corrupt with lies ... All that surrounds him hastens to decay: all declines and degenerates under his sceptre. god is a masked Death.
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contempt
death
decay
demons
discord
disgust
disharmony
disparity
domestic-life
expectations
false-belief
families
family-relationships
force
hatred
hypocrisy
idolatry
injustice
lovelessness
marriage
married-life
matrimony
preconceptions
scorn
social-norms
society
unfreedom
unhappiness
vice
women
worldliness
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Charlotte Brontë |
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"Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to."
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cloud-atlas
disgust
hate
history
postmodern
postmodernism
reflection
self-discovery
self-disgust
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David Mitchell |
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A lame creature, a cripple like myself, has no right to love. How should I, broken, shattered being that I am, be anything but a burden to you, when to myself I am an object of disgust, of loathing. A creature such as I, I know, has no right to love, and certainly no right to be loved. It is for such a creature to creep away into a corner and die and cease to make other people's lives a burden with her presence.
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burden
cease
creature
creep
cripple
die
disgust
hide
lame
loathing
love
right
shattered
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Stefan Zweig |
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Above all, avoid lying, especially lying to yourself. Keep watching out for your lies, watch for them every hour, every minute. Also avoid disgust, both for others and yourself: whatever strikes you as disgusting within yourself is cleansed by the mere fact that you notice it. Avoid fear, too, although fear is really only a consequence of lies. Never be afraid of your petty selfishness when you try to achieve love and don't be too alarmed if you act badly on occasion.
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disgust
fear
lies
love
lying
self-love
selfishness
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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If you introduce the human figure you at once arouse either disgust or desire.
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desire
disgust
human-form
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E.M. Forster |
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"Mr. Herriton, don't - please, Mr. Herriton - a dentist. His father's a dentist." Philip gave a cry of personal disgust and pain. He shuddered all over, and edged away from his companion. A dentist! A dentist at Monteriano. A dentist in fairyland! False teeth and laughing gas and the tilting chair at a place which knew the Etruscan League, and the Pax Romana, and Alaric himself, and the Countess Matilda, and the Middle Ages, all fighting and holiness, and the Renaissance, all fighting and beauty! He thought of Lilia no longer. He was anxious for himself: he feared that Romance might die."
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disgust
italy
romance
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E.M. Forster |
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"Her latest client is Professor Desmond Curnin, a university professor who teaches library sciences to large groups of students. He's quick to pay on-time, quick to never fall behind. He's a brown-haired man with an unkempt beard and thick-framed hipster glasses. He slides a leather briefcase stuffed with dollar bills into the open window of Geraldine's car. "Your fly's unzipped," Geraldine points out, disgusted. "Who gave you a license to sell hot dogs, buddy?"
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briefcase
buddy
car
cash
disgust
fly
glasses
hipster
hot-dog
leather
lewd
library
money
professor
unzip
window
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Rebecca McNutt |