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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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recluse
mother
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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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romance
humor
ex
jock
recluse
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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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good
world
imagination
fantasy
fantasy-world
recluse
mental-illness
psychology
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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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antisocial
seclusion
recluse
iris-murdoch
alone
misanthropic
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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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relationship
humor
misanthrope
recluse
the-green-knight
iris-murdoch
end-of-the-world
pessimistic
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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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fear
hermetic
homebody
recluse
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
anxiety
homesickness
worry
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Iris Murdoch |