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882925e
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In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
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morality
pip
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Charles Dickens |
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126fb50
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The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.
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irresistibility
love
perfection
pip
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Charles Dickens |
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3782d2c
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I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.
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happiness
pip
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Charles Dickens |
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ea7b04c
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In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
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estella
love
love-quotes
pip
romance
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Charles Dickens |
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def1145
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"In school I ended up writing three different papers on "The Castaway" section of Moby-Dick, the chapter where the cabin boy Pip falls overboard and is driven mad by the empty immensity of what he finds himself floating in. And when I teach school now I always teach Crane's horrific "The Open Boat," and get all bent out of shape when the kids find the story dull or jaunty-adventurish: I want them to feel the same marrow-level dread of the oceanic I've always felt, the intuition of the sea as primordial nada, bottomless, depths inhabited by cackling tooth-studded things rising toward you at the rate a feather falls."
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jaws
moby-dick
ocean
oceanic
pip
sea
stephen-crane
the-castaway
the-ocean
the-sea
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David Foster Wallace |
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4648694
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"She climbed into the carriage and sat down across from the other lady. Pip hopped inside. Miss Royle smiled down at the terrier. "Oh, what a sweet little dog!" Pip wagged his tail and placed his front paws on Miss Royle's skirts for a pat and Bridget began to suspect he was a flirt."
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dog
hippolyta-royle
pip
terrier
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Elizabeth Hoyt |