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We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
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virgin-suicides
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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2d79aa8
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At night the cries of cats making love or fighting, their caterwauling in the dark, told us that the world was pure emotion, flung back and forth among its creatures, the agony of the one-eyed Siamese no different from that of the Lisbon girls, and even the trees plunged in feeling.
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anticipation
virgin-suicides
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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2d42316
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[...] and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive.
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survival
true-love
virgin-suicides
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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45e39ae
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And all goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, / and to die is different from that anyone supposed, and luckier.
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virgin-suicides
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Jeffrey Eugenides |