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Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.
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the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
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Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did not.
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the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
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Out in the country it was not uncommon to discover that she had slipped away, alone, out to the lake, maybe, or down to the cellar, where once I found her sitting in the big marooned sleigh, reading, her fur coat thrown over her knees. Things would have been terrible strange and unbalanced without her. She was the Queen who finished out the suit of dark Jacks, dark King, and Joker.
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the-secret-history
queen
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Donna Tartt |
bc58809
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"We had not spoken about the incident in my room several nights before and, in the drowsy silence of the car, I felt the need to make things plain. "You know, Francis," I said. "What?" It seemed the best thing was just to come right out and say it. "You know," I said, "I'm really not attracted to you. I mean, not that--" "Isn't that interesting," he said coolly. "I'm really not attracted to you, either." "But--"
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Donna Tartt |
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Are you always up this early?' I asked him. 'Almost always,' he said without looking up. 'It's beautiful here, but morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable.
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the-secret-history
morning
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Donna Tartt |
f67003e
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It was a clear, black morning, encrusted with stars.
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stars
early-morning
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
descriptive
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Donna Tartt |
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But one mustn't underestimate the primal appeal--to lose one's self, lose it utterly. And in losing it be born to the principle of continuous life, outside the prison of mortality and time.
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primal
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
lose-yourself
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Donna Tartt |
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But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure. Now the searchers have departed, and life has grown quiet around me, I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time: up at the top by the muddy wheel-ruts in the new grass, where the sky is dark over the shivering apple blossoms and the first chill of the snow that will fall that night is already in the air.
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donna-tartt
the-secret-history
haunted
prologue
trapped
memory
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Donna Tartt |
0a8a220
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Asparagus is in season.
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murder
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
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Mais, vrai, J'ai trop pleure! Les aubes sont navrantes. What a sad and beautiful line that is. I'd always hoped that someday I'd be able to use it.
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madness
sanity
the-secret-history
suicide-note
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Donna Tartt |
6349dfe
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The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listening to it, memories of things I'd never known.
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donna-tartt
the-secret-history
memory
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Donna Tartt |
d533e1c
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Though Julian could be marvelously kind in difficult circumstances of all sorts, I sometimes got the feeling that he was less pleased by kindness itself than by the elegance of the gesture.
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kindness
julian-morrow
the-secret-history
elegance
fake
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Donna Tartt |
9500f91
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The lamplight was eerie, and, standing there motionless in our bathrobes, sleepy, with shadows flickering all around, I felt as though I had woken from one dream into an even more remote one, some bizarre wartime bomb shelter of the unconscious.
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dreams
dream-within-a-dream
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
descriptive
eerie
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Donna Tartt |
214c1fe
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Occasionally a car swooshed by in the rain and its headlights would swing round momentarily and illuminate the room-the pool table, snowshoes on the wall and the rowing machine, the armchair in which Henry sat, motionless, a glass in his hand and the cigarette burning low between his fingers. For a moment his face, pale and watchful as a ghost's, would be caught in the headlights and then, very gradually, it would slide back into the dark.
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the-secret-history
literature-quotes
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Donna Tartt |
046c335
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I slept all day, face down in the pillow, a comfortable dead-man's float only remotely disturbed by a chill undertow of reality--talk, footsteps, slamming doors--which threaded fitfully through the dark, blood-warm waters of dream.
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donna-tartt
the-secret-history
figurative-language
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Donna Tartt |
6aebd1d
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I was as depressed as I have ever been in my life.
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donna-tartt
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
38dfe1d
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In fact, I can't think of much I'd like better than for him to step into the room right now, glasses fogged and smelling of damp wool, shaking the rain from his hair like an old dog and saying: 'Dickie, my boy, what you got for a thirsty old man to drink tonight?
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humor
life
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
ocd
horror
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Donna Tartt |
2cd9014
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I have only to glance over my shoulder for all those years to drop away and I see it behind me again, the ravine, rising all green and black through the saplings, a picture that will never leave me.
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indelible
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
haunted
prologue
guilt
memory
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Donna Tartt |
5d34350
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I was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite painting, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the canvas and spoken to me.
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simile
voyeur
the-secret-history
painting
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Donna Tartt |
bd2a2ac
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Out on the lawn, Bunny had just knocked Henry's ball about seventy feet outside the court. There was a ragged burst of laughter; faint, but clear, it floated back across the evening air. That laughter haunts me still.
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laughter
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
haunting
melancholy
sad
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Donna Tartt |
389376a
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I am gifted at blending myself into any given milieu--you've never seen such a typical California teenager as I was, nor such a dissolute and callous pre-med student--but somehow despite my efforts, I am never able to blend myself in entirely and remain in some respects quite distinct from my surroundings, in the same way that a green chameleon remains a distinct entity from the leaf upon which it sits, no matter how perfectly it has approximated the the subtleties of the particular shade.
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simile
impostor
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
6fea1d8
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But, if I dare say it, it wasn't until I had helped kill a man that I realized how elusive and complex an act a murder can actually be, and not necessarily attributable to one dramatic motive.
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murder
the-secret-history
motive
psychology
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Donna Tartt |
987aaa9
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All of a sudden, images from every crime movie I'd ever seen began to pop into my mind--the windowless room, the harsh lights and narrow hallways, images which did not seem so much theatrical or foreign as imbued with the indelible quality of memory, of experience lived.
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donna-tartt
the-secret-history
memory
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Donna Tartt |
73fe1e6
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<> disse , guardandoci. <>
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tragedy
philosophy
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
philosophy-quotes
philosophy-of-life
greek
human-nature
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Donna Tartt |
1d035c6
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Sometimes when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over
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reality
the-secret-history
surreal
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Donna Tartt |
75dba3c
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There is nothing wrong with the love of Beauty. But Beauty -unless she is wed to something more meaningful -is always superficial
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donna-tartt
the-secret-history
superficial
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