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souls might also travel those paths? That her father and Etienne and Madame Manec and the German boy named Werner Pfennig might harry the sky in flocks, like egrets, like terns, like starlings? That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough? They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lungs, and pass out through the other side, the air ..
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choice.
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One section of the old city, tucked against the western walls, becomes a firestorm in which the spires of flames, at their highest, reach three hundred feet. The appetite for oxygen is such that objects heavier than housecats are dragged into the flames.
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Diamant't, napomnia si kliuchariat, e samo k's v'glerod, prestoial tsiala vechnost pod ogromnoto naliagane v nedrata na Zemiata i e izkhv'rlen na pov'rkhnostta prez niakoi kominot lava. Niakoi go izravia, drug go shlifova. I e tolkova svr'khestestven, kolkoto i edno listo...ogledalo...ili nechii zhivot. V tozi sviat ima samo shans, shans i zakoni na fizikata.
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Triabva li prosto da v'rvish sled stadoto kato ovtsa?
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Ne l'zhi, Verner. Zal'gvai se, no ne me l'zhi
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Entropiia e stepenta na bezporiad'k v edna sistema, gospodin doktore... Khauptman pishe na chernata d'ska, kursantite go prepisvat v tetradkite si: "Entropiiata v edna zatvorena sistema nikoga ne namaliava. Vsiako razvitie e obrecheno na upad'k - po uslovie!"
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Frau Elena paces the parlor, her slippers whispering left, whispering right. Coal cars grind past in the wet dark. Machinery hums in the distance: pistons throbbing, belts turning. Smoothly. Madly.
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All twelve children sit riveted. In the play, the invaders pose as hook-nosed department-store owners, crooked jewelers, dishonorable bankers; they sell glittering trash; they drive established village businessmen out of work. Soon they plot to murder German children in their beds. Eventually a vigilant and humble neighbor catches on. Police are called: big handsome-sounding policemen with splendid voices. They break down the doors. They dr..
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It's surely nonsense, yet something hangs inside it, some truth he does not want to allow himself
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A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe." The children lean forward. "And then?" "Behind the thirteenth door"--the guide flourishes one of his impossibly wrinkled hands--"is the Sea of Flames." Puzzlement. Fidgeting. "Come now. You've never heard of the Sea of Flames?"
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single candle. He slides the jack under
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escutcheons.
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suave y con acento. <
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himmelblau,
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billfold.
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There has always been a sliver of panic in him, deeply buried, when it comes to his daughter: a fear that he is no good as a father, that he is doing everything wrong. That he never quite understood the rules. All those Parisian mothers pushing buggies through the Jardin des Plantes or holding up cardigans in department stores--it seemed to him that those women nodded to each other as they passed, as though each possessed some secret knowle..
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A diamond is never entirely free of inclusions. A real diamond is never perfect.
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When he turns to go, the perfumer's
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maybe her father is right: Earth is all magma and continental crust and ocean. Gravity and time. Stones are just stones and rain is just rain and misfortune is just bad luck.
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Consider a single piece glowing in your family's stove. See it, children? That chunk of coal was once a green plant, a fern or reed that lived one million years ago, or maybe two million, or maybe one hundred million . . .
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before you eat, drink as much water as you can, and you will feel full more quickly.
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And what we represent is an ordering to that chaos. Even down to the genes. We are ordering the evolution of
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We are a volley of bullets, we are cannonballs. We are the tip of the sword.
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Debussy's 'Clair de Lune.'
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closes one cup of the headphones over an ear. He nods.
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Is it right," Jutta says, "to do something only because everyone else is doing it?" Doubts:"
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Open your eyes before they close forever
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There must be some definite cause why, whenever snow begins to fall, its initial formation invariably displays the shape of a six-cornered starlet. For if it happens by chance, why do they not fall just as well with five corners or with seven? . . . Who carved the nucleus, before it fell, into six horns of ice? --From "On the Six-Cornered Snowflake," by Johannes Kepler, 1610"
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Learning happens on backless benches, at wooden tables grooved by the boredom of countless boys before them -- squires, monks, conscripts, cadets.
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There is pride, too, though--pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and ..
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commadant's
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Men cluster to me like moths around a flame, and if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame.
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her shoes. The world seems to sway gently back and forth, as though the town is drifting lightly away. As though back onshore, all of France is left to bite its fingernails and flee and stumble and weep and wake to a numb, gray dawn, unable to believe what is happening. Who do the roads
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She has no memories of her mother but imagines her as white, a soundless brilliance.
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There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.
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un complejo de minas de carbon de mil seiscientas hectareas a las afueras de Essen, Alemania. Es
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praxis
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And is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths? That her father and Etienne and Madame Manec and the German boy named Werner Pfennig might harry the sky in flocks, like egrets, like terns, like starlings? That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough? They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lungs, and pass ou..
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Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn't life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in upon it. Taking things from it, stuffing things into it. Each bite of food, each particle of light entering the eye--the body can never be pure.
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disintegrated. Does
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below shows itself very clearly for a moment, and
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That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.
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