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Every culture has its southerners -- people who work as little as they can, preferring to dance, drink, sing brawl, kill their unfaithful spouses; who have livelier gestures, more lustrous eyes, more colorful garments, more fancifully decorated vehicles, a wonderful sense of rhythm, and charm, charm, charm; unambitious, no, lazy, ignorant, superstitious, uninhibited people, never on time, conspicuously poorer (how could it be otherwise, say the northerners); who for all their poverty and squalor lead enviable lives -- envied, that is, by work-driven, sensually inhibted, less corruptly governed northerners. We are superior to them, say the northerners, clearly superior. We do not shirk our duties or tell lies as a matter of course, we work hard, we are punctual, we keep reliable accounts. But they have more fun than we do ... They caution[ed] themselves as people do who know they are part of a superior culture: we mustn't let ourselves go, mustn't descend to the level of the ... jungle, street, bush, bog, hills, outback (take your pick). For if you start dancing on tables, fanning yourself, feeling sleepy when you pick up a book, developing a sense of rhythm, making love whenever you feel like it -- then you know. The south has got you.
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stereotypes
prejudice
northerners
regions
superiority
north
south
north-and-south
southerners
society
culture
perceptions
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Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Well, He had known what love was-a sharp pang, a fierce experience, in the midst of whose flames he was struggling! but, through that furnace he would fight his way out into the serenity of middle age,-all the richer and more human for having known this great passion.
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passion
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.
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seasons
winter
time
beauty
death
garden
gardens
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outside
fall
dusk
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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But the cloud never comes in that quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Of all faults the one she most despised in others was the want of bravery; the meanness of heart which leads to untruth.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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It is bad to believe you in error. It would be infinitely worse to have known you a hypocrite.
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margaret-hale
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Come poor little heart! be cheery and brave. We'll be a great deal to one another, if we are thrown off and left desolate.
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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If they came sorrowing, and wanting sympathy in a complicated trouble like the present, then they would be felt as a shadow in all these houses of intimate acquaintances, not friends
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farewell
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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She is too perfect to be known by fragments. No mean brick shall be a specimen of the building of my palace.
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love
poetic
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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I only mean, Bessy, there's good and bad in everything in this world; and as you felt the bad up here, I thought it was but fair you should know the bad down there.
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bessy
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margaret
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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The distant sea, lapping the sandy shore with measured sound; the nearer cries of the donkey-boys; the unusual scenes moving before her like pictures, which she cared not in her laziness to have fully explained before they passed away; the stroll down to the beach to breathe the sea-air, soft and warm on the sandy shore even at the end of November; the great long misty sea-line touching the tender-coloured sky; the white sail of a distant boat turning silver in some pale sunbeam: - it seemed as if she could dream her life away in such luxury of pensiveness, in which she made her present all in all, from not daring to think of the past, or wishing to contemplate the future.
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calm
laziness
lazy-day
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meditation
peace
meditative
lazy
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Keske sana ne kadar yalniz oldugumu anlatabilsem. Burasinin ne kadar soguk ve sert oldugunu. Her yerde bir celiski ve cefa var. Tanri'nin bu yeri unuttugunu dusunuyorum. Sanirim cehennemi gordum ve o beyaz, cehennem sevgili Edith, kar beyazi...
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He swallowed down the dry choking sobs which had been heaving up from his heart hitherto ...
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sadness
resiliance
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pride
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Bu en kotu zamanda, onu 'benim' diye cagirma umudum olmasa bile Margaret'in buyuyup kendisi oldugu yeri gormek istedim...
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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Dixon was not unconscious of this awed reverence which was given to her; nor did she dislike it; it flattered her as much as Louis the Fourteenth was flattered by his courtiers shading their eyes from the dazzling light of his presence.
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history
funny
louis-xiv
reverence
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respect
pride
france
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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The more it rains and blows, the more certain we are to have him.
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determination
resilience
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resistance
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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He spoke as if the answer were a matter of indifference to him. But it was not so. For all his pain, he longed to see the author of it. Although he hated Margaret at times, when he thought of that gentle familiar attitude and all the attendant circumstances, he had a restless desire to renew her picture in his mind--a longing for the very atmosphere she breathed. He was in the Charybdis of passion, and must perforce circle and circle ever nearer round the fatal centre.
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