894a03a
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We'll choose knowledge no matter what, we'll maim ourselves in the process, we'll stick our hands into the flames for it if necessary. Curiosity is not our only motive; love or grief or despair or hatred is what drives us on. We'll spy relentlessly on the dead; we'll open their letters, we'll read their journals, we'll go through their trash, hoping for a hint, a final word, an explanation, from those who have deserted us--who've left us holding the bag, which is often a good deal emptier than we'd supposed.
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knowledge
margaret-atwood
snooping
the-blind-assassin
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Margaret Atwood |
787cc9c
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The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort of beauty, nor can it be conserved; it's a freshness, a plumpness of the cells, that's unearned and temporary, and that nothing can replicate. None of them was satisfied with it, however; already they were making attempts to alter themselves into some impossible, imaginary mould, plucking and pencilling away at their faces. I didn't blame them, having done the same once myself.
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makeup
margaret-atwood
the-blind-assassin
young-girls
youth
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Margaret Atwood |
f1b991e
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"How shrunk, how dwindled, in our times Creation's mighty seed -
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fellowship
maddaddam-trilogy
margaret-atwood
ren
the-year-of-the-flood
toby
when-adam-first
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Margaret Atwood |
7bab957
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Art is long and life is brief and mortality looms.
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life
life-is-short
margaret-atwood
mortality
the-robber-bride
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Margaret Atwood |
49af6d6
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"Now I only need to look out at them through my sky-blue eyes. They see their own ill will staring them in the forehead and turn tail.
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margaret-atwood
morning-in-the-burned-house
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Margaret Atwood |
b07ffd4
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She doesn't think it's a good idea to know the future, because you can hardly ever change it, so why suffer twice?
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foresight
fortune-telling
inevitable
margaret-atwood
prophecy
suffer
the-future
the-robber-bride
unchangeable
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Margaret Atwood |
712fc6d
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...he was the kind of boy for whom cleverness was female.
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cleverness
margaret-atwood
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Margaret Atwood |
a3ac35d
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What thumbsuckers we all are...when it comes to mothers.
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margaret-atwood
mothers
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Margaret Atwood |
77681eb
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So few people understand about anything.
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margaret-atwood
the-robber-bride
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Margaret Atwood |
f3046ec
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He wants to see, he wants to know, only to see and know. I'm aware that it is this mentality, this curiosity, which is responsible for the hydrogen bomb and the imminent demise of civilization and that we would all be better off if we were still at the stone-worshipping stage. Though surely it is not this affable inquisitiveness that should be blamed.
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curiosity
inquisitiveness
margaret-atwood
unearthing-suite
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Margaret Atwood |
1158c36
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She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with no writing inside it.
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idea
margaret-atwood
metaphor
the-robber-bride
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Margaret Atwood |
aa25bdb
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Was she in any way like us? thinks Tony. Or, to put it the other way around: Are we in any way like her?
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margaret-atwood
musing
question
questioning
similarities
the-robber-bride
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Margaret Atwood |
50b9207
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The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. --the archaic language of unrequited love. I was irritated with such words, which rendered the unhappy lovers--I could now see--faintly ridiculous, like poor moping Miss Violence herself. Soft-edged, blurry, soggy, like a bun fallen into the water. Nothing you'd want to touch,
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language
margaret-atwood
poetry
ridiculous
simile
the-blind-assassin
unrequited-love
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Margaret Atwood |
1ac3789
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If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.
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loud
margaret-atwood
the-robber-bride
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Margaret Atwood |