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Why are you sad?
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With you, I don't want to do bad things.' 'There's always the one that you don't want to do bad things with, isn't there?'
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She was certainly rather drunk. Her eyes were fixed as if upon some far-off point. She seemed to be contemplating a future at once monotonous and insecure with an indifference which was after all a sort of hard-won courage.
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Eso es lo que mas recuerdo. Ethel hablando y el reloj haciendo tic tac. Y su voz cuando me hablaba de Madame Fernande o sobre su padre, que tenia una farmacia, y de que ella era toda una senora. Una senora... algunas palabras tienen un cuello largo y delgado que te gustaria estrangular.
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An anxious expression spread over his face as he thought to himself that the time was coming when he would have to give up this comfort, and then that comfort, until God knew what would be the end of it all. In this way he was an imaginative man, and when these fits of foreboding overcame him he genuinely forgot that only a succession of highly improbable catastrophes could reduce him to the penury he so feared.
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Jean Rhys |
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There is a porter at the door and at the reception-desk a grey-haired woman and a sleek young man. 'I want a room for tonight.' 'A room? A room with bath?' I am still feeling ill and giddy. I say confidentially, leaning forward: 'I want a light room.' The young man lifts his eyebrows and stares at me. I try again. 'I don't want a room looking on the courtyard. I want a light room.' 'A light room?' the lady says pensively. She turns over the..
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hotel
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She found pleasure in memories, as an old woman might have done.
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pleasure
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She had a sweet voice, a voice with a warm and tender quality. This was strange, because her face was cold, as though warmth and tenderness were dead in her.
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But I went on thinking about false teeth, and then about piano-keys and about that time the blind man from Martinique came to tune the piano and then he played and we listened to him sitting in the dark with the jalousies shut because it was pouring with rain and my father said, 'You are a real musician.' He had a red moustache, my father. And Hester was always saying, 'Poor Gerald, poor Gerald.' But if you'd seen him walking up Market Stre..
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Norah herself was labelled for all to see. She was labelled 'Middle class, no money.' Hardly enough to keep herself in clean linen. And yet, scrupulously, fiercly clean, but with all the daintiness and prettiness perforce cut out. Everything about her betrayed the woman who has been brought up to certain tastes, then left without the money to gratify them; trained to certain opinions which forbid her even the relief of rebellion against her..
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middle-class-values
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'The fact is,' said Norah, 'that there's something wrong with our family. We're soft, or lazy, or something.'
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family-faults
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Because he has money he's a kind of god. Because I have none I'm a kind of worm. A worm because I've failed and I have no money. A worm because I'm not even sure if I hate you.
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poverty
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All through the meal Mr Horsfield talked without thinking of what he was saying. He was full of an absurd feeling of expectancy.
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Jean Rhys |
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Just you touch me once. You'll soon see if I'm a damn coward like you are.
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Jean Rhys |
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This was the affair which had ended quietly and decently, without fuss or scenes or hysteria. When you were nineteen, and it was the first time you had been let down, you did not make scenes. You felt as if your back was broken, as if you would never move again. But you did not make a scene. That started later on, when the same thing had happened five or six times over, and you were supposed to be getting used to it.
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Jean Rhys |
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She was silence itself.
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Jean Rhys |
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Desiderio, Odio, Vita, Morte erano terribilmente vicini nell'ombra
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Jean Rhys |
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But what if it were heaven when she got there?
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paris
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We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were. Isn't it so, Mr Blank? There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours. Some must cry so that the others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary.. Let's say that you have this mystical right to cut my legs off. But the right to ridicule me afterwards because I am a cripple - no, that I th..
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