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cd9e5ab
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I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.
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howl
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Diana Wynne Jones |
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1db19a9
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"Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk." "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him."
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sober
drunk
howl
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Diana Wynne Jones |
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dab7d3c
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More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! 'Well, he's fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,' she said. 'Half the time I think he doesn't care what happens to anyone as long as alright--but then I find out how awfully kind he's been to someone. Then I think he's kind just when it suits him--only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don't know, Your Majesty. He's a mess.
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howl-s-moving-castle
sophie
howl
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Diana Wynne Jones |
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6b09785
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"By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. "I'll make some hot buttered toast," she said. "Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??" Howl asked. "Make toast!"
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howl-s-moving-castle
sophie
howl
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Diana Wynne Jones |
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78e26ef
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And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?
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metaphor
simile
rain
copy
mimic
shakespearean
poetic
fall
wind
cry
crying
despair
wit
howl
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Mervyn Peake |
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8f459c6
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"Tell me about this Wizard Howl of yours." "He's the best wizard in Ingary or anywhere else. If he'd only had time, he would have defeated that djinn. And he's sly and selfish and vain as a peacock and cowardly, and you can't pin him down to anything." "Indeed? Strange that you should speak so proudly such a list of vices, most loving of ladies." "What do you mean, vices? I was just describing Howl. He comes from another world entirely, you know, called Wales, and I refuse to believe he's dead!"
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sophie
howl
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Diana Wynne Jones |
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1408637
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You are a terror, aren't you? Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won't be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up.' So there was probably a bundle of souls or a box of chewed hearts somewhere out here, Sophie thought. She felt really thwarted. 'Tidying up is what I'm for!' she shouted at Howl. 'Then you must think of a new meaning for your life,' Howl said.
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humor
howl-s-moving-castle
sophie
howl
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Diana Wynne Jones |
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59c0696
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Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness.
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beat-poetry
howl
beat-generation
beat-poet
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Allen Ginsberg |
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a436072
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in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
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howl
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Allen Ginsberg |
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bb6c924
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Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame
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writing
the-beats
howl
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Allen Ginsberg |
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3b908a7
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Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
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howl
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Allen Ginsberg |
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fa6485e
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I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
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writing
beatnik
howl
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Allen Ginsberg |
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e24ef5b
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You ever hear a dog cry, Steve? You know, howling so loud it's almost unbearable?' He nodded. 'I reckon they howl like that because they're so hungry it hurts, and that's what I feel in me every day of my life. I'm so hungry to be somethin' - to be somebody. You hear me?' He did. 'I'm not lyin' down ever. Not for you. Not for anyone.' I ended it. 'I'm hungry, Steve.' Sometimes I think they're the best words I've ever said. 'I'm hungry.
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hungry
dog
howl
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Markus Zusak |
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807ab40
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Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. I kill bad guy. Beat chest. Tarzan howl.
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chest
guy
jane
tarzan
howl
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Stephanie Rowe |
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261ce2f
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The city had changed beyond recognition. Wrecking balls and bulldozers had leveled the old buildings to rubble. The dust of construction hung permanently over the streets. Gated mansions reached up to the northern foothills, while slums fanned out from the city's southern limits. I feared an aged that had lost its heart, and I was terrified at the thought of so many useless hands. Our traditions were our pacifiers and we put ourselves to sleep with the lullaby of a once-great civilation and culture. Ours was the land of poetry flowers, and nightingales--and poets searching for rhymes in history's junkyards. The lottery was our faith and greed our fortune. Our intellectuals were sniffing cocaine and delivering lectures in the back rooms of dark cafes. We bought plastic roses and decorated our lawns and courtyards with plaster swans. We saw the future in neon lights. We had pizza shops, supermarkets, and bowling alleys. We had trafric jams, skyscrapers, and air thick with noise and pollution. We had illiterate villagers who came to the capital with scraps of paper in their hands, begging for someone to show them the way to this medical clinic or that government officee. the streets of Tehran were full of Mustangs and Chevys bought at three times the price they sold for back in America, and still our oil wasn't our own. Still our country wasn't our own.
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poetry
howl
ginsberg
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Jasmin Darznik |
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5ca8374
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Hot, bright heat filled him like some ecstatic poison, and Hartan's pony shied in terror as a wordless howl burst from his throat. His dripping ears were flat to his skull, fire crackled in his brown eyes, his huge sword blurred in a whirring figure eight before him, and the brigand running at him gawked in sudden panic. The raider's feet skidded in mud as he tried to brake, but it was far too late. He was face-to-face with the worst nightmare of any Norfressan, a Horse Stealer hradani in the grip of the Rage, and a thunderbolt of steel split him from crown to navel.
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fear
brigand
ecstatic
gawk
hradani
ecstasy
steel
thief
skirmish
heat
sword
panic
fire
fight
terror
poison
nightmare
howl
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David Weber |