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Listening to houses breathe makes you feel weightless.
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When a parent dies, a filing cabinet full of all the fascinating stuff also ceases to exist. I never imagined how hungry I'd be one day to look inside it.
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David Mitchell |
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a8d3e0c
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So who's expired in an ending flat and inane quite beyond belief now?
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David Mitchell |
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One loses one's eye in the lanes of sea phosphorescence & the Mississippi of stars streaming across the heavens.
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David Mitchell |
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That's the problem with boys: They tend to help you only 'cause they fancy you, but there's no unembarrassing way to find out their real motives till it's too late.
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David Mitchell |
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A time is one's own, Eva, when oneself and one's peers take the same things for granted, without thinking about it. Likewise, a man is ruined when the times change but he does not. Permit me to add, empires fall for the same reason.
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David Mitchell |
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219fcad
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Only the inanimate can be so alive.
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David Mitchell |
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A handful of gems from Somni: "One's environment is a key to one's identity." "An impulse can be both vaguely understood and strong." "What is knowledge for, if not used to better our/one's existence?" "My IQ may be higher but she looked more content then I felt."
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Tan solo tres o cuatro veces en mis anos mozos divise fugazmente las islas de la Dicha antes de que se esfumaran en la niebla, en las borrascas, entre frentes frios, vendavales y mareas en contra... Las tome equivocadamente por la condicion adulta. Di por hecho que serian una presencia constante en mi trayecto vital y no me preocupe de anotar la latitud, la longitud, la ruta de recalada. Maldito jovenzuelo idiota. Lo que daria ahora por ten..
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David Mitchell |
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e701c20
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Believe nothing till it's officially denied.
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David Mitchell |
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c6f0602
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Was there anything under those lids? Remorse, resentment, even indifference? Or was there only nothing? Nothing often poses in men as wisdom.
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David Mitchell |
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50a44e8
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Unmix that conditional and smoke it.
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David Mitchell |
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78a5b1a
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All the seats were taken, and I had to squeeze into a three-inch slot. I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. The Diagonal People.
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David Mitchell |
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Anonymous, faceless homicides, he decides, lack the thrill of human contact.
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David Mitchell |
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This druid feeling I get in the woods's so thrilling it makes me want to crap, so I dug a hole with a flat stone inside a clump of mitten-leafed shrubs. I pulled down my cacks and squatted. It's ace shitting outside like a caveman. Let go, thud, subtle crinkle on dry leaves. Squatted craps come out smoother than craps in bogs. Crap's peatier and steamier in open air, too. (My one fear is bluebottles flying up my arsehole and laying eggs in ..
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David Mitchell |
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Beautiful words ruin your poetry. A touch of beauty enhances a dish, but you throw a hill of it inton the pot! No, the palate becomes nauseous. You belief a poem must be beautiful, or it can have no excellence. I am right? Sort of. Your "sort of" is annoying. A yes, or a no, or a qualification please. "Sort of" is an idle loubard, an ignorant vandale. "Sort of" says, "I am ashamed of clarity and precision." So we try again. You belief a p..
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David Mitchell |
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When you win, the rules change, and you find you've lost
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life
meaning
meaning-of-life
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Eva is guarded in a schoolroom down on Earth, chewing her pencil, dreaming of being with me, I know it, me, looking down from amongst exfoliation apostles, dreaming of being with her.
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David Mitchell |
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Assent was indignant & universal
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David Mitchell |
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Sitting under the candlenut tree in the courtyard is pleasant in the afternoon. Laced in shadows, frangipani & coral hibiscus ward away the memory of recent evil. The sisters go about their duties, Sister Martinique tends her vegetables, the cats enact their feline comedies & tragedies.
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David Mitchell |
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Summer has taken a sensuous turn: Ayrs's wife and I are lovers. Don't alarm yourself! Only in the carnal sense.
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David Mitchell |
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Dermot found me; bad news inexorably does. Let me reiterate, bumping into Pope Pius XIII would have surprised me less. In fact, His Infallibility would have blended in better
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David Mitchell |
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Essex raised its ugly head. When i was a scholarship boy at the local grammar, son of a city-hall toiler on the make, this country was synonymous with liberty, success, and Cambridge. Now look at it. Shopping malls and housing estates pursue their creeping invasion of our ancient land. A North Sea wind snatched frilly clouds in its teeth and scarpered off to the midlands. The countryside proper began at last. My mother had a cousin out here..
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But 'luckily,' the train before mine was so late that it still hadn't departed, All the seats were taken, and I had to squeeze into a three-inch slot. I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. The Diagonal People.
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David Mitchell |
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I envied my uncritical, unthinking sisters.
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David Mitchell |
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I Din't finish speakin' my cure 'cos Roses schnockoed my face so hard the ground dived forward an' I crashed my jaxy.
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David Mitchell |
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Mis'ry'n'barrassment are hungersome for blame
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David Mitchell |
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The Icon'ry, Aunt Bees said, held Valleysmen's past an' present all t'gether
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David Mitchell |
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I know that don't sound senseful, but yarns 'bout Old-Un Smart an' flyin' dwellin's an' grown' babbits in bottles an' pictures zoomin' cross the Hole World ain't senseful neither but that's how it was, so storymen an' old books tell it.
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David Mitchell |
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The Ghost-Girl's lips was fixed in a bitter smile, but her creamy eyes was sad so sad but proud'n'strong too.
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David Mitchell |
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Oh, eerie'n'so beautsome'n'blue she was, my soul was achin'.
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David Mitchell |
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We din't speak much from then 'cos speakin' can be heard by spyers what you can't spy.
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David Mitchell |
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Then the true true is diff'rent to the seemin' true? said I. Yay, an' it usually is, I mem'ry Meronym sain', an' that's why true true is presher'n'rarer'n diamonds
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David Mitchell |
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See, I thinked, Meronym knows a lot 'bout Smart an' life but Valleysmen know more 'bout death.
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David Mitchell |
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I got a six'n'six so maybe my luck was healin', so I thinked, fool o' fate what I am, yay, what we all are.
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David Mitchell |
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Most yarnin's got a bit o' true, some yarnin's got some true, an' a few yarnin's got a lot o' true.
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David Mitchell |
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Poor England. Too much history for its acreage. Years grow inwards here, like my toenails.
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David Mitchell |
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I wonder what happened to him, I wonder what happened to all of them, this wondering is the nature of matter, each of us a loose particle, an infinity of paths through the park, probable ones, improbable ones, none of them real until observed whatever real means, and for something so solid matter contains terrible, terrible, terrible expanses of nothing, nothing, nothing...
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David Mitchell |
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Pues yo me hago tres preguntas muy simples: ?Como ha obtenido ese poder? ?Como lo esta utilizando? Y: ?como se le puede arrebatar al muy hijo de puta?
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poder
power
spanish
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David Mitchell |
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e8c974a
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My role was to pulse at the edge of the universe of the faithful, alone in the darkness. An outrider. A herald.
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David Mitchell |
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The world has long forgotten, but we mountain-dwellers live in the prayer wheel of time.
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David Mitchell |
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How Opulent the building had felt after my own parents' bland box of suburbia - one day, I promise, I'm going to live in a house like this. Another promise I've broken; at least that one was only to myself.
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David Mitchell |
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Vnizu Buntaro zhuet <> i smotrit fil'm, polnyi kiborgov, mototsiklov i svarshchikov. Kivaiu na ekran: -- Chto smotrish'? -- Proveriaiu dva zakona kinematografa. -- Kakie? -- Pervyi zakon glasit: <>, nichego ne stoit>>. -- A vtoroi? -- <>.
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David Mitchell |
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ae990ff
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Kniga, kotoruiu vy chitaete, uzhe ne ta, kotoroi ona byla do togo, kak vy nachali ee chitat'.
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David Mitchell |