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810d50b
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a mother who loses her child can no longer believe in God
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mother
recluse
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Victor Hugo |
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64c944d
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The Howard Hughes thing hadn't actually sounded like such a bad deal until about...oh, eight thirty-five this morning. Something about having his ex carry him to the bathroom and help him wash his balls just took all the fun out of becoming an eccentric recluse.
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ex
humor
jock
recluse
romance
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Heidi Betts |
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d1563b4
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Some people spend their whole lives in a fantasy world, and that's not a good thing!
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fantasy
fantasy-world
good
imagination
mental-illness
psychology
recluse
world
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Rebecca McNutt |
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d7a8c6f
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I could not see other human beings at present.
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alone
antisocial
iris-murdoch
misanthropic
recluse
seclusion
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Iris Murdoch |
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0882153
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"In a century or two this planet will have been destroyed by external cosmic forces or by the senseless activity of the human race. Human life is a freak phenomenon, soon to be blotted out. That is a consoling thought. Meanwhile we are surrounded by strange invisible entities, possibly your angels." "I hope so." "Ah, you think they are good, they be good, there is no good, the tendency to evil is overwhelming. One has only to think of the horrors of sex, its violence, its cruelty, its filthy vulgarity, its descent into bestial degradation. You had better go and dream in your monastery." "Would you come and visit me there?" "Of course not. I do not visit. Only, unfortunately, am sometimes visited." "You don't want to discuss -- you know -- what happened? My priest said -- " "No." "I care about how you are, I love you." "You still fail to realise how this sort of talk sickens me. Now please go. This will do for a welcome home scene. Tell them not to come. I desire to be left alone."
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end-of-the-world
humor
iris-murdoch
misanthrope
pessimistic
recluse
relationship
the-green-knight
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Iris Murdoch |
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23b5103
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And I was upset to find how really reluctant I was to leave my little flat. It was as if I was almost frightened. Spasms of prophetic homesickness pierced me as I rearranged the china and dusted it with my handkerchief, obsessive visions of burglaries and desecrations.
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anxiety
fear
hermetic
homebody
homesickness
iris-murdoch
recluse
the-black-prince
worry
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Iris Murdoch |