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ab55de7
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I have nobody in the world. I'll kill myself. That's best. Everyone will say, It's for the best that she killed herself, she's better off dead . . . I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it . . .
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depression
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
suicidal
self-loathing
self-hatred
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Iris Murdoch |
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d56c4f9
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male company, sheer complicit male company: the complicity of males which is like, indeed is, a kind of complicity in crime, in chauvinism, in getting away with things, in just gluttonously enjoying the present even if hell is all around.
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men
complicity
male-friendship
males
guys
masculinity
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Iris Murdoch |
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770560d
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Art transcends selfish and obsessive limitations of personality and can enlarge the sensibility of its consumer. It is a kind of goodness by proxy. Most of all it exhibits to us the connection, in human beings, of clear realistic vision with compassion. The realism of a great artist is not a photographic realism, it is essentially both pity and justice.
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Iris Murdoch |
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2d35773
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Happy is the civilization which can breed men accustomed from infancy to regard certain at least of the ego's natural activities as unthinkable.
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Iris Murdoch |
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2703805
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There are mysterious agencies of the human mind which, like roving gases, travel the world, causing pain and mutilation, without their owners having any full awareness, or even any awareness at all, of the strength and the whereabouts of these exhalations... So it is that we can be terrors to each other, and people in lonely rooms suffer humiliation and even damage because of others in whose consciousness perhaps they scarcely figure at all..
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mind
interaction
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Iris Murdoch |
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6777a5e
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Today there is a pleasant very light haze over the whole sky, and the sea has a misleadingly docile silvered look, as if the substantial wavelets were determined to stroke the rocks as hard as they could without showing any trace of foam. It is a compact radiant complacent sort of sea, very beautiful. There ought to be seals, the waves themselves are almost seals today, but still I scan the water in vain with my long-distance glasses. Enorm..
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Iris Murdoch |
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fb81042
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I rather liked him.I asked him to come and see us.' 'Oh Christ !' 'But, Bradley, you mustn't reject people,you musn't just write them of. You must be curious about them. Curiosity is kind of charity.' 'I don't think curiosity is a kind of charity. I think it's a kind of malice.' 'That's what makes a writer, knowing the details.' 'It may make your kind of writer. It doesn't make mine.' 'Here we go again,' said Arnold. 'Why pile up a jumble o..
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writing
philosophy
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Iris Murdoch |
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febc086
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I may add here that one of the secrets of my happy life is that i have never made the mistake of learning to drive a car. I have never lacked people, usually women, longing to drive me withersoever I wanted. Why keep bitches and bark yourself?
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women
cars
driving
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Iris Murdoch |
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c9167d8
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When I'm up to something I find it very hard to realize that I probably look no different from the way I look on other occasions.
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Iris Murdoch |
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66a86ff
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And all this time I was keeping my eyes open, or trying to, only they kept closing, because I wanted to go on watching the stars, where the most extraordinary things were happening. A bright satellite, a man-made star, very slowly and somehow carefully crossed the sky in a great arc, from one side to the other, a close arc, one knew it was not far away, a friendly satellite slowly going about its business round and round the globe. And then..
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Iris Murdoch |
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62bb2e1
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I don't think I can marry, I'm not fit for it, I'm not real enough. That's the trouble. I'm a puppet that's realised what's wrong with itself and it's . I'm propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I'm propped up crying in a corner.
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metaphor
left-out
unloved
the-message-to-the-planet
iris-murdoch
outsider
single
misery
sad
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Iris Murdoch |
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8639c6b
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One might have all sorts of reasons for avoiding people. It's none of our business.
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reclusive
the-green-knight
iris-murdoch
avoidance
misanthropic
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Iris Murdoch |
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f2f38de
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You don't respect me," said Dora, her voice trembling. "Of course I don't respect you," said Paul. "Have I any reason to? I'm in love with you, unfortunately, that's all." "Well, it's unfortunate for me too," said Dora, starting to cry."
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Iris Murdoch |
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b9a97cb
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Sometimes I felt I would die by wishing it when I went to sleep but I always woke up again and found I was still there. Every morning finding I'm still me, that's hell." "Well, get out of hell then! The gate's open and I'm holding it!" "I can't. I'm hell, myself."
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suffering
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
dialogue
suicidal
trapped
depressed
release
hell
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Iris Murdoch |
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b50c6ba
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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
giving-up
determined
hopeless
eyes
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iris murdoch |
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9aa16a7
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What greater torment than to see that light, and then to see it eternally withdrawn?
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light
the-green-knight
withdrawal
torment
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Iris Murdoch |
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631f4d6
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To overthrow a tyrant, whether in public or in private, one must learn to hate.
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Iris Murdoch |
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3b2b9a4
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There are no spare unrecorded encapsulated moments in which we can behave 'anyhow' and then expect to resume life where we left off.
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Iris Murdoch |
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50c211b
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Waiting in fear is surely one of the most awful of human tribulations.
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Iris Murdoch |
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46667c3
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I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love.
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Iris Murdoch |
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4f8e9cb
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You know what. You've killed me and sent me to hell, and you must descend to the underworld to find me and make me live again. If you don't come for me, I'll become a demon and drag you down into the dark.
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Iris Murdoch |
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dd99b27
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You've got such nice hair, it seems a pity to dye it blue.
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Iris Murdoch |
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e7be3f7
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You imagine that to live in a state of extremity is necessarily to discover the truth about yourself. What you discover then is violence and emptiness. And of this you make a virtue.
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Iris Murdoch |
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221abea
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I crave for love, everybody does . . . and I've never had a bloody crumb of it--and I've given so much love to people--I can really love people, I can, I let them walk over me--but nobody's ever loved me.
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love
unreciprocated-love
unloved
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
sad
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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2e6cc27
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Eccentrics with unseeing eyes glided through, savouring amid so much society their own particular loneliness and private sins and sorrows.
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loneliness
eccentrics
the-green-knight
iris-murdoch
sins
sorrows
society
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Iris Murdoch |
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3c78923
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You've obviously never been in love." "I have actually. And . And--always--without hope--I've never had my love reciprocated ever."
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love
unreciprocated-love
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
painful
in-love
sad
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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ed6f34a
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They really wanted to remain always in their own house and their own garden. There are such people.
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the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
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Iris Murdoch |
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c70ffc4
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Freedom, we find out, is not an inconsequential chucking of one's weight about, it is the disciplined overcoming of self. Humility is not a peculiar habit of self-effacement, rather like having an inaudible voice, it is self-less respect for reality and one of the most difficult and central of all virtues.
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Iris Murdoch |
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a91317c
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The sun shone calm and bright on the grass, refreshed by the rain, on the border of pretty stones, on the sparkling yellow rocks. It was a caricature of a happy scene.
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Iris Murdoch |
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f827565
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Well, we all three loved and comforted each other. We were poorish and lonely and awkward together.
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Iris Murdoch |
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b424be9
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While the light remains,' said Carde, speaking slowly in his high deliberate voice, 'only do not forsake the joy of life. If you shall have given all your kisses, you will give too few. And as leaves fall from withered wreaths which you may see spread upon the cups and floating there, so for us, who now as lovers hope for so much, perhaps tomorrow's day will close the doom.
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light
joy
wreaths
tomorrow
kisses
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Iris Murdoch |
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bed4ecf
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But jealousy is a dreadful thing, Jessica. It is the most natural to us of the really wicked passions and it goes deep and envenoms the soul. It must be resisted with every honest cunning and with the deliberate thinking of generous thoughts, however abstract and empty these may seem in comparison with that wicked strength... There is no merit, Jessica, in a faithfulness which is poison to you and captivity to him.
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Iris Murdoch |
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9a419b7
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Odd I should have said those words before and forgotten them. It makes one feel that human beings are just machines after all.
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Iris Murdoch |
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f8053ff
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But death is not easy, and life can win by simulating it.
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life
life-and-death
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Iris Murdoch |
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2e68132
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Good art shows us how difficult it is to be objective by showing us how differently the world looks to an objective vision.
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Iris Murdoch |
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58fa943
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Never seen the sea! How could anyone not have seen the sea? Surely the sea must somehow belong to the happiness of every child.
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Iris Murdoch |
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70dc658
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The death of God has set the angels free. And they are terrible. There are principalities and powers. Angels are the thoughts of God. Now he had been dissolved into his thoughts which are beyond our conception in their nature and their multiplicity and their power. God was at least the name of something which we thought was good. Now even the name has gone and the spiritual world is scattered. There is nothing any more to prevent the magnet..
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goodness
god
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Iris Murdoch |
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e916ed4
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Things, things, they outlive us and go to scenes that we know nothing of.
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Iris Murdoch |
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bfdd615
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In a world without a redeemer only clarity was the answer to guilt. He would make it all clear to himself, shirking nothing, and then he would decide.
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Iris Murdoch |
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27c0a69
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A love without reservation ought to be a life force compelling the world into order and beauty. But that love can be so strong and yet so entirely powerless is what breaks the heart.
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Iris Murdoch |
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3c99cd6
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moreto pred men po-skoro sveti, otkolkoto iskri pod laskavoto maisko sl'ntse. S's zapochvaneto na priliva to krotko se obliaga na sushata, pochti neobezpokoiavano ot g'nkite na v'lni ili piana. Tam neide pri khorizonta tsvet't mu e raztochitelno lilav, ravnomerno nabrazden s ivitsi smaragdovo zeleno. Samiiat khorizont e violetov. Blizo do brega, k'deto zrenieto mi se ogranichava ot nadigashchite se gramadi g'rbati zh'lti skali, ima lenta ot..
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Iris Murdoch |
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0f95e6b
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The idea of attention or contemplation, of looking carefully at something and it before the mind, may be conveyed early on in childhood. 'Look, listen, isn't that nice?' Also, 'Don't touch!' This is moral training as well as preparation for a pleasurable life. It need not depend on words, but can also be learnt from patterns of behaviour which should in any case back up the words. The far reaching idea of is included in such teaching. T..
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respect
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Iris Murdoch |
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de0d30a
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We brought nothing into this world and it is certain we can carry nothing out.
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Iris Murdoch |
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90322de
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The lover readily imagines that he and his mistress are one. He feels he has love enough for both and that his loving will can swathe the two of them together like twin nuts in a shell. But what one loves is, after all, another human being, a person with other interests, other pains, in whose world one is oneself an object among others.
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relationships
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Iris Murdoch |