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Kirsten and August walked mostly in silence. A deer crossed the road ahead and paused to look at them before it vanished into the trees. The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it? Perhaps soon humanity would simply flicker out, but Kirsten found this thought more peaceful than sad. So many species had appeared and later vanished from this earth; what was one..
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Hell is the absence of the people you long for. 24 ON THEIR SECOND DAY without the Symphony, Kirsten and August came upon a line of cars, queued along the shoulder of the road. It was late morning and the heat was rising, a hush falling over the landscape. They'd lost sight of the lake. The cars cast curved shadows.
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Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, as in revenge, have sucked up from the sea contagious fogs...." Pestilential, a note in the text explains, next to the word contagious, in Kirsten's favorite of the three versions of the text that the Symphony carries. Shakespeare was the third born to his parents, but the first to survive infancy. Four of his siblings died young. His son, Hamnet, died at eleven and left behind a twin. Plague close..
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Uberleben allein ist unzureichend
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O inferno e a ausencia das pessoas que nos faltam.
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OK, suponhamos que vai a copa - disse ela -, e duas pessoas que quem gosta estao la, suponhamos que uma das pessoas esta a contar uma historia divertida, voce ri-se um pouco, sente-se incluido, toda a gente tem tanta graca, e volta para a sua secretaria com uma especie de, nao sei, brilho, mas depois as quatro ou cinco da tarde o dia transformou-se em apenas mais um, e continua assim, a ansiar pelas cinco da tarde e depois pelo fim de seman..
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unforgettable
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They'd performed more modern plays sometimes in the first few years, but what was startling, what no one would have anticipated, was that audiences seemed to prefer Shakespeare to their other theatrical offerings.
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Ha dinheiro, pedacos de papel que podem ser trocados por qualquer coisa: casas, barcos, dentes perfeitos.
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unforgettable
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She was thinking about the way she'd always taken for granted that the world had certain people in it, either central to her days or unseen and infrequently thought of. How without any one of these people the world is a subtly but unmistakably altered place,
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Clark observa a actividade nocturna na pista, os avioes que estao parados a vinte anos, o reflexo da sua vela bruxuleante no vidro. Nao tem esperanca de ver um aviao levantar voo novamente no seu tempo de vida, mas sera possivel que nalgum lugar haja navios a partirem? Se houver cidades com iluminacao publica, se existem sinfonias e jornais, que mais pode conter este mundo que agora desperta? Talvez haja navios a icar velas neste preciso mo..
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All three caravans of the Traveling Symphony are labeled as such, THE TRAVELING SYMPHONY lettered in white on both sides, but the lead caravan carries an additional line of text: Because survival is insufficient.
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He remembered being here with Clark at three or four sometimes five in the morning, during what seemed at the time like adulthood and seemed in retrospect like a dream.
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adulthood-growing-up-philosophy
melancholy
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mornings: he liked to read a novel while he ate breakfast. It was possibly the most civilized habit Clark had ever encountered.
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A fragment for my friend-- If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you Silent, my starship suspended in night
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tattooed on Kirsten's arm, "Survival is insufficient," is from Star Trek: Voyager, episode 122, which aired for the first time in September 1999 and was written by Ronald D. Moore."
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She hasn't smoked in a while, managed to convince herself that smoking is disgusting, but it's a pleasure, actually, more of a pleasure than she remembered. The lit end flares in the darkness when she inhales. She likes Hollywood best at night, in the quiet, when it's all dark leaves and shadows and night-blooming flowers, the edges softened, gently lit streets curving up into the hills.
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The lit end flares in the darkness when she inhales. She likes Hollywood best at night, in the quiet, when it's all dark leaves and shadows and night-blooming flowers, the edges softened, gently lit streets curving up into the hills.
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All those people," Clark said to Imaginary Robert, but Imaginary Robert didn't reply."
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He stared at his crown and ran through a secret list of everything that was good.
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Dr. Eleven: What was it like for you, at the end? Captain Lonagan: It was exactly like waking up from a dream.
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Survival is insufficient,
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Because survival is insufficient
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His only part in the story: to observe and remember the chain of events. Not all of us will be cast in the greatest dramas. Someone has to remember them.
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had been installed on top of each cab for the drivers. The cabs were stripped of everything that added excess weight but left otherwise intact, with doors that closed and windows of difficult-to-break automobile glass,
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Not merely pretty, he decides. She is actually beautiful, but it's a subtle kind of beauty that takes some time to make itself apparent.
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So we ask them who they are, and their leader smiles at me and says, 'We are the light.'
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And for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world.
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Montreal was less than two inches to the north.
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They are always waiting, the people of the Undersea. They spend all their lives waiting for their lives to begin. Miranda
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THERE WAS A MOMENT ON EARTH, improbable in retrospect and actually briefer than a moment in the span of human history, more like the blink of an eye, when it was possible to make a living solely by photographing and interviewing famous people.
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It was beginning to dawn on her that she had traveled so long, so perfectly, that it was difficult to conceive of another kind of life. It was difficult to imagine stopping, but stopping as imminent.
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Die Holle ist die Abwesenheit von Menschen, nach denen man sich sehnt.
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but mostly his work just made him dislike houses. These enormous anchors that people tied to their lives.
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Theatre in Toronto. Earlier in the evening, three little girls had played a clapping game onstage as the audience entered, childhood versions of Lear's daughters, and now they'd returned as hallucinations in the mad scene. The king stumbled and reached
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Twenty years earlier, in a life [Kirsten] mostly couldn't remember, she had had a small nonspeaking role in a short-lived Toronto production of King Lear. Now she walked in sandals whose soles had been cut from an automobile tire, three knives in her belt.
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art
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dystopia
life
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post-apocalyptic
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on wheels of steel and wood.
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A fragment for my friend-- If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you Silent, my starship suspended in night She
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You look like an executive," she said to herself in the mirror, and the thought that flitted behind this was You look like a stranger. She pushed it away."
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Late in the day, she found a folded piece of paper in her pocket. She recognized August's handwriting. A fragment for my friend-- If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you Silent, my starship suspended in night She'd never seen his poetry before and was impossibly moved by it. "Thank you," she said when she saw him next. He nodded."
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what else might this awakening world contain?
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All of the information in the world is on the Internet, and the Internet is all around you, drifting through the air like pollen on a summer breeze.
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Emily St. John Mandel |
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No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room.
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They wanted to expand the territory, so that spring they followed the Maumee River down past the ruins of Toledo, and then the Auglaize River into Ohio, and they eventually walked into the town where I lived.
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There is too much world.
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