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Vedn'zh se sp'nakh i padnakh - prod'lzhi tia. - Chakakh go kakto vinagi na avtobusnata spirka pred paviliona, no toi zak'snia, i kogato se zadade, avtobus't veche tr'gvashe. Spusnakhme se da go gonim, no az padnakh i si navekhnakh glezena. A toi vika: "Gorkoto meche-buboleche". Zadeto padnakh, de. Gorkoto meche-buboleche, kazva. Gospodi, kak'v mil beshe. - A Liu niama li chuvstvo za khumor? - Kakvo? - Kazvam, Liu niama li chuvstvo za khu..
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uncle-wiggily-in-connecticut
way-of-life
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The one that sang, old Janine, was always whispering into the g***** microphone before she sang. She'd say, 'And now we like to geeve you our impression of Vooly Voo Fransay. Eet ees the story of leetle Fransh girl who comes to a beeg ceety, just like New York, and falls een love wees a leetle boy from Brookleen. We hope you like eet.' Then, when she was all done whispering and being cute as hell, she'd sing some dopey song, half in English..
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jd-salinger
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How I worship her simplicity, her terrible honesty. How I rely on it. Kak bogotvoria neinata neposredstvenost, neinata neveroiatna chestnost! Kak razchitam na tazi chestnost!
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b46c24a
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When they argue, there can be no danger of a permanent rift, because they're Mother and Daughter. A terrible and beautiful phenomenon to watch.
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No, there wouldn't be," Holden said. "It'd be entirely different." Sally looked at him; he had contradicted her so quietly. "It wouldn't be the same at all. We'd have to go downstairs in elevators with suitcases and stuff. We'd have to call up everyone and tell 'em goodbye and send 'em postcards. And I'd have to work at my father's and ride in Madison Avenue buses and read newspapers. We'd have to go to the Seventy-second Street all the tim..
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1de3e6c
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There are nice things in the world- and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.
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I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.
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the-catcher-in-the-rye
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All I know is I'm losing my mind," Franny said. "I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's disgusting - it is, it is. I don't care what anybody says . . . I'm not afraid to compete. It's just the opposite. Don't you see that? I'm afraid I will compete - that's what scares me. That's why I quit the Theater ..
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The bellboy that showed me to the room was this very old guy around sixty-five. He was even more depressing than the room was. He was one of those bald guys that comb all their hair over from the side to cover up the baldness. I'd rather be bald than do that. Anyway, what a gorgeous job for a guy around sixty-five years old. Carrying people's suitcases and waiting for a tip.
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But you're wrong about that hating business. I mean about hating football players and all. You really are. I don't hate too many guys. What I may do, I may hate them for a little while, like this guy Stradlater I knew at Pencey or this other boy, Robert Ackley. I hated them once in a while- I admit it- but it doesn't last too long, is what I mean. After a while, if I didn't see them, if they didn't come in the room, or if I din't see them i..
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Without keeping up a merciless guard, day and night, the variety of forward opinions in this world could easily destroy one's sanity.
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df9771c
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Don't tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody." - Holden Caulfield The Catcher in the Rye"
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He hated it when you called him a moron. All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
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Christ, it's embarrassing--I start thinking about this goddam poem I sent her when we first started goin' around together. `Rose my color is. and white, Pretty mouth and green my eyes.' Christ, it's embarrassing--it used to remind me of her. She doesn't have green eyes--she has eyes like goddam sea shells, for Chrissake.
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0b7ead4
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You beautiful little moron.
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8d371e1
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An Aesthetic Saint
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5ddfbac
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New York's terrible when somebody laughs on the street very late at night. You can hear it for miles. It makes you feel so lonesome and depressed.
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new-york
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d64cd1a
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Then all of a sudden, this tear plopped down on the checkerboard. On one of the red squares - boy, I can still see it. She just rubbed it into the board with her finger. I don't know why, but it bothered hell out of me. So what I did was, I went over and made her move over on the glider so that I could sit down next to her - I practically sat down in her lap, as a matter of fact. Then she really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I ..
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I'll read my books and I'll drink coffee and I'll listen to music, and I'll bolt the door.
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0b10674
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I always pick a gorgeous time to fall over a suitcase or something.
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humour
j-d-salinger
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J.D. Salinger |
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96086e4
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And I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.
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J.D. Salinger |
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0de8b9f
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You know what the trouble with me is? I can never get really sexy--I mean really sexy--with a girl I don't like a lot. I mean I have to like her a lot. If I don't, I sort of lose my goddam desire for her and all.
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J.D. Salinger |
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9e4460e
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I don't want to scare you," he said, "but I can very clearly see you dying nobly, one way or another, for some highly unworthy cause."
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The connection was so bad, and I couldn't talk at all during most of the call. How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person at the other end shouts back 'What?' I've been reading a miscellany of Vedanta all [358] day. Marriage partners are to serve each other. Elevate, help, teach, strengthen each other, but above all, serve. Raise their children honorably, lovingly, and with detachment. A child is a guest in the house, to be l..
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What was left of his fortune, the Laughing Man converted into diamonds, which he lowered casually, in emerald vaults, into the Black Sea. His personal wants were few. He subsisted exclusively on rice and eagle's blood, in a tiny cottage with an underground gymnasium and shooting range, on the stormy coast of Tibet.
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dstnh hrgz bh pyn nmy rsnd. rwy st khh m`mwl Sdysh r dr nqTh y jdhb w hnrmndnh qT` my khnd; khl hmh sh hmyn st.
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story
storytelling
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cd7250a
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I purely came over because I thought you looked extremely lonely. You have an extremely sensitive face.
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loneliness
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66dc146
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Our foyer has a funny smell that doesn't smell like anyplace else. I don't know what the hell it is. It isn't cauliflower and it isn't perfume--I don't know what the hell it is--but you always know you're home.
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smell
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J.D. Salinger |
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a842b02
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New York is terrible when somebody laughs on the street very late at night.
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strdlytr hmyshh z adm tqDy lTf bzrgy dsht. admhy khwshgl y admhyy khh khyl mykhnnd khyly zrngnd hmyshh z adm tqDy lTf bzrgy drnd. nh chwn bry khwdshn mymyrnd khyl mykhnnd dygrn hm bryshn mymyrnd
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he is invariably a kind of super-size but unmistakably 'classical' neurotic, an aberrant who only occasionally, and never deeply, wishes to surrender his aberration; or, in English, a Sick Man who not at all seldom, though he's reported to childishly deny it, gives out terrible cries of pain, as if he would wholeheartedly let go of both his art and soul to experience what passes in other people for wellness, and yet (the rumor continues) wh..
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No importa que la sensacion sea triste o hasta desagradable, pero cuando me voy de un sitio me gusta darme cuenta de que me marcho. Si no luego me da mas pena todavia.
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J.D. Salinger |
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Imagine giving somebody a feel and telling them about a guy committing suicide at the same time! They killed me.
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J.D. Salinger |
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9d2a54b
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Si la chica es guapa, ?a quien le importa que llegue tarde? Cuando aparece se le olvida a uno en seguida.
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J.D. Salinger |
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I still think that, in a way, I can't get past half my childhood dogmas.
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psychology
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J.D. Salinger |
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Oh, God, if I'm anything by a clinical name, I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I think people are plotting to make me happy.
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happy
happiness
paranoia
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91bd7c0
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He wasn't even listening. He hardly ever listened to you when you said anything.
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J.D. Salinger |
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6dabd4d
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Every tune I came to the end of a block and stepped off the goddam curb, I had this feeling that I'd never get to the other side of the street. I thought I'd just go down, down, down, and nobody'd ever see me again.
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J.D. Salinger |
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He could hear me alright...but he didn't answer me right away. He was the kind of guy that hates to answer you right away.
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J.D. Salinger |
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Idva v'lna! - izvika Sibil, pouplashena. - Niama da i ob'rnem vnimanie. Shche ia otminem s prezrenie - kaza mladiiat m'zh. - Nie sme dvama visokomerni. "Here comes a wave," Sybil said nervously. "We'll ignore it. We'll snub it," said the young man. "Two snobs."
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Fiibi ne kaza duma, no me slushashe. Poznavakh po tila i, che me slusha. Vinagi slusha, kogato i govorish. I nai-interesnoto e, che pochti vinagi razbira za kakvo i govorish. Naistina razbira. Prod'lzhikh da razpraviam za Pensi. Prosto mi se iskashe da razpraviam.
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J.D. Salinger |
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This is the squalid, or moving, part of the story, and the scene changes. The people change, too. I'm still around, but from here on in, for reasons I'm not at liberty to disclose, I've disguised myself so cunningly that even the cleverest reader will fail to recognize me.
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narration
storytelling
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10e446c
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Znaesh li kak'v mi se shche da stana? Iskam da kazha, ako mi dadat da si izbera, diavol da go vzeme. ...vse si predstaviam malki dechitsa da si igraiat na niakakva igra v edna goliama r'zhena niva. Khiliadi detsa -- a naokolo niama nikoi, nikoi goliam chovek, iskam da kazha -- osven mene. A az stoia na r'ba na niakakva shemetna propast. I kakva mi e rabotata? Da spasiavam vsiako dete, koeto tr'gne k'm propastta -- iskam da kazha, ako to se ..
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J.D. Salinger |
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006b0a4
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I know this much, is all, " Franny said. " If you're a poet, you do something beautiful. I mean, you're supposed to leave something beautiful after you get off the page and everything. The ones you're talking about don't leave a single, solitary thing beautiful. All that maybe the slightly better ones do is sort of get inside your head and leave something there, but just because they do, just because they know how to leave something, it doe..
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