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I was not transparent, that she could not see straight through me,
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flat brown bangs, my straight skirt and navy cardigan.
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profusion of fat purple and red cushions.
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We turned into the rose garden where the pruned bushes appeared as piles of dead twigs, but the elaborate borders of box that surrounded them in sinuous Elizabethan patterns twisted in and out of the moonlight, showing here silver, there black. A dozen times I would have lingered--a single ivy leaf turned at an angle to catch the moonlight perfectly; a sudden view of the great oak tree, etched with inhuman clarity against the pale sky--but ..
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could just see the movements of Miss Winter's lashes. They crouched and quivered around the eye, like the long legs of a spider around its body.
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I'm a storyteller." "I am a biographer."
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Don't you think one can tell the truth much better with a story?
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do you believe in ghosts?
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I have written a number of short biographical studies of insignificant personages from literary history. My interest has always been in writing biographies of the also-rans: people who lived in the shadow of fame in their own lifetime and who, since their death, have sunk into profound obscurity.
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copper curls turned. I was stunned. The glasses were gone. Green eyes, bright as glass and as real,
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she could not be less than seventy-three or -four, and to judge by her appearance, altered though it was by illness and makeup, she could be no more than eighty.
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When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled. And during this time, these days when I read all day and half the night, when I slept under a counterpane strewn with books, when my sleep was black and dreamless and passed in a flash and I woke to read again--the lost joys of reading returned to me. Miss ..
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I felt a strange sensation inside. Like the past coming to life. The watery stirring of a previous life turning in my belly, creating a tide that rose in my veins and sent cool wavelets to lap at my temples. The ghastly excitement of it.
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The almanac cut her and her babies adrift; she and they fell into the vast ocean of ordinary people, whose births and deaths and marriages are, like their loves and fears and breakfast preferences, too insignificant to be worth recording for posterity. Charlie, though, was a male. The almanac could stretch itself--just--to include him, though the dimness of insignificance was already casting its shadow. Information was scant. His name was C..
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as though if I looked hard enough, there would be revealed in the grain or the watermark of the paper itself the elucidation of the mystery.
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stood with my hand on the handle of the third door. The rule of three, Miss Winter had said. But I wasn't in the mood for her story anymore. Her dangerous house with its indoor rain and trick mirror had lost its interest for me.
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Just what kind of a person are you, Miss Lea?" I fixed my mask in place before replying"
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What are your favorite books? What do you dream about? Whom do you love?
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That name was Adeline March.
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We were both lone twins.
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held out to me a closed fist that seemed three-quarters precious stones in their clawlike settings. In a movement that spoke of great effort, she turned her hand and opened it, as though she had some surprise gift concealed and was about to offer it to me. But there was no gift. The surprise was the hand itself. The flesh of her palm was like no flesh I had seen before. Its whitened ridges and purple furrows bore no relation to the pink mou..
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I'm sorry," I heard her say. "One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people."
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I left wide margins. In the left-hand one I noted any mannerisms, expressions and gestures that seemed to add something to her meaning. The right-hand margin I left blank. Later, rereading, it was here that I would enter my own thoughts, comments, questions.
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Never let time be your master,' Bellman told Verney when he asked about it. 'If you want to do something, take it on. Time will always make itself.
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For all my biographical projects I have kept a box of lives. A box of index cards containing the details--name, occupation, dates, place of residence and any other piece of information that seems relevant--of all the significant people in the life of my subject. I never quite know what to make of my boxes of lives. Depending on my mood they either strike me as a memorial to gladden the dead ("Look!" I imagine them saying as they peer throug..
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Cuando el miedo y el frio hacen de ti una estatua en tu propia cama, no ansies que la Verdad pura y dura acuda en tu auxilio. Lo que necesitas es el mullido consuelo de un relato. La proteccion balsamica, adormecedora, de una mentira.
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remembered the gray cat that had appeared, as if by magic, on her lap. Silently he had sat under her stroking hand, regarding me fixedly with his round yellow eyes. If he saw my ghosts, if he saw my secrets, he did not seem the least perturbed, but only blinked and continued to stare indifferently. "What's his name?" I had asked. "Shadow," she absently replied."
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Sin duda, una buena historia deslumbra mucho mas que un pedazo de verdad.
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He didn't know, of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, the weight and the dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the colour of grief is common to us all. 'I know,' he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.
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Since we are on the topic of ravens, a collective noun for ravens is an unkindness. This is somewhat puzzling to Thought and Memory.
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any number of peas under the mattress and I would not know it--
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Nikad nemoj dozvoliti da ti vrijeme bude gospodar', rekao je Bellman. 'Ako nesto zelis uciniti, ucini to. Vrijeme ce se stvoriti samo od sebe.' No zapravo, smatrao je da je otkrio - ili mu je darovan - kljuc znanosti o upravljanju vremenom. Mogao je otkljucati vrijeme poput kovcega kad god mu se prohtjelo, staviti uteg na klatno i usporiti njegovo kretanje. Mogao je rastaviti sate na dijelove, pronaci u njima dodatne minute koje su odlazile..
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At last, after all the tale telling and all the yarn spinning, after the smoke screens and the trick mirrors and the double bluffs, I knew.
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tightly drawn into a mask of endurance.
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remembered the words of the man in the brown suit, and how they had echoed around the rafters of my rooms under the eaves. Yet the man in the brown suit was a figment of her imagination. I should have expected it. She was a spinner of yarns, wasn't she? A storyteller. A fabulist. A liar. And the plea that had so moved me--Tell me the truth--had been uttered by a man who was not even real. I was at a loss to explain to myself the bitterness ..
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Emmeline and Adeline. Unmistakable. Two manes of red hair, two pairs of black shoes; one child in the navy poplin that the Missus had put Emmeline in that morning, the other in green.
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All the grief I had kept at bay for years by means of books and bookcases approached me now.
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We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. "I know," he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did."
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We've been expecting you.
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Ivan Lea
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I thought you said something about a wolf' I began. 'Yes. That black beast that gnaws at my bones whenever he gets a chance. He loiters in corners and behind doors most of the time, because he's afraid of these.' She indicated the white pills on the table beside her. 'But they don't last forever. It's nearly twelve and they are wearing off. He is sniffing at my neck. By half past he will be digging his teeth and claws in. Until one, when I ..
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Mr. Lomax had signed for Emmeline. That told me that she had survived the fire, at least. And on the second line, the name I had been hoping for. Vida Winter. And after it, in brackets, the words, formerly known as Adeline March. Proof. Vida Winter was Adeline March. She was telling the truth.
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But there was more. Did she know I had noticed? I had made no outward sign. But I had noticed. Today Miss Winter had said I.
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It was Hester herself, made word.
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