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Como isso acontece, voce gosta tanto de alguem -- ama alguem, talvez -- e depois, nao muito tempo depois, o que sente e odio? Um odio horrivel e funesto? Um odio de vontade de matar? Por que?
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Voce pode fingir ser quase tudo que nao e, ha pouquissimas coisas que de fato se pode ser.
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The writer understands how deeply mysterious the 'familiar' really is. How strangely opaque, what we've seen a thousand times. And how inconsolable a loss, when the taken-for-granted is finally taken from us.
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If marriage is a masquerade, there is the very real danger that masks may slip. The
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It is perhaps not commonly known that a Negro heavyweight championship title existed from 1902 to 1932 when many white champions (including John L. Sullivan, Jim Jeffries, Jack Dempsey) refused to fight blacks. (In 1925 Dempsey pointedly refused to meet Harry Willis - "The Black Menace" - in a fight urged upon him by many observers.) One wonders: who were the true world's champions in those years? And of what value are historical records wh..
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Considered in the abstract the boxing ring is an altar of sorts, one of those legendary spaces where the laws of a nation are suspended: inside the ropes, during an officially regulated three-minute round, a man may be killed at his opponents hands but he cannot be legally murdered. Boxing inhabits a sacred space predating civilization; or, to use D.H. Lawrence's phrase, before God was love. If it suggests a savage ceremony or a rite of ato..
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stroke recently. A friend at least a decade
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Mom's new husband was eleven years older than Mom. He had been Mom's boss at the Buick dealership where she'd worked until they were married, and you could see that he was still Mom's boss--the way he spoke to her, not exactly giving orders, never forgetting to say Please but in a tone of voice that meant there was no negotiating. Of
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Alone, alone! Long she would recall the strangeness of the word, an echo aerated by melancholy vowels--alone. AT
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This web of intricate connections
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Yet The Falls exerted its malevolent spell, that never weakened. If you grew up in the Niagara region, you knew. Adolescence was the dangerous time. Most Niagara natives kept their distance from The Falls, so they were immune. But if you drifted too near, even out of intellectual curiosity, you were in danger: beginning to think thoughts unnatural to your personality as if the thunderous waters were thinking for you, depriving you of your w..
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He was sentimental about women. It infuriated him that any man, let alone a minister, could behave so selfishly on his honeymoon.
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But how is it justice, God? Why do I deserve this?" She waited. God declined to reply. How"
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A woman who has lost her husband is invalid, thus an invalid. In
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didn't thank didn't wave goodbye didn't flutter the air with kisses a mound of gifts unwrapped bed unmade no appetite always elsewhere though it was raining elsewhere though strangers peopled the streets though we at home slaved and baked and wept and hung ornaments and perfumed the dark did he marvel did he thank was he grateful did he know was he human was he there always elsewhere: didn't thank didn't kiss toothbrush stiffened with unuse..
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The murderer is not protected! He is vulnerable. TO
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Burnaby bobbed to the surface of the water after a few minutes, seemingly "unscathed" as journalists would report. A "universal cheer" went up as the daredevil with the shaved, painted head swam toward the base of Luna Island; would-be rescuers reached out for him even as, when Burnaby was less than ten feet from shore, a powerful undertow sucked him down into the swift, green-tinged water. Eyewitnesses would claim that, as he was sucked do..
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How ironic, it seemed to me, yet, perhaps, how symbolic, that in our age of rapid mass production and the easy proliferation of consumer products, the richness and diversity of the American literary imagination should be so misrepresented in most anthologies and textbooks! Of
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scintillant,
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papa ci amava. Ci ama.
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no one knew what to do with Ariah Erskine, who refused to behave as others wished her to behave.
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Yet within seconds she summoned her steely will, this will that so impressed Dirk Burnaby, for he'd never encountered anything like it in his life, establishing where she was, and why. The bad dream was outside her, in the world. She must conquer it there or nowhere.
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unyielding--Oh Norma Jeane leads a crazy life, you see--she has a former husband very jealous of her--he is her "ex" but he is"
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Ever rising like the souls of the damned seeking salvation," Ariah said to Dirk Burnaby, in one of her rare moments of noticing him. Her fixed, wistful smile made him shudder.)"
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we're sick of ourselves.
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You wear out. You see too much. Every breath hurts. The
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Ariah struck suddenly at her face with both fists. She wanted to pummel, blacken her eyes that had seen too much.
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Everything is entirely in Nature, and Nature is entire in everything. She has her center in every brute. --SCHOPENHAUER The
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When he was three years old Jackie ran into the house crying. I asked, "What's happened? What's wrong?" He showed me his bleeding hand - the palm of his hand had been scraped. "How did you do that? It isn't bad! Did you hurt it on something dirty?" I patted the blood away with a tissue. He stopped crying; he pressed against me with his wet face. My husband said, coming into the kitchen, "Let's see what happened -" He took Jackie's hand and ..
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She was standing with her thin arms lifted in a pose of crucifixion as the white satin gown with its myriad pearl buttons, tucks and pleats and ingenious lace trim, was fitted onto her like an exquisite straitjacket. Mrs. Littrell had insisted upon the corset, Ariah could scarcely breathe. I take thee Gilbert. My lawfully wedded husband. A sneeze would have shattered the corset, and the wedding. At police headquarters, the bride of the "fal..
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You don't understand! Gilbert turned his back on me, but he wouldn't have turned his back on God." Ariah"
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You keep asking me that," she said sharply. "No. I don't care to notify anyone. I can't bear a crowd of relatives around me. I threw away that damned corset in a trash can. I won't return to that." There"
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REGINALD BURNABY THE GREAT (variously identified as a defrocked Roman Catholic priest from Galway, an ex-convict from Liverpool, if not an escaped convict from that seaport city)
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It had given him a charge of entitlement and invincibility he would draw upon through life, like a limitless bank account.)
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Silence has gathered around me like a thick, viscous water filling in a muddy footprint. Early evening, swollen sky like an eye that
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He'd never risk his life if he could avoid it. "I'd rather live, thank you." In"
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One thing it was not: love at first sight. He didn't believe in such. He wasn't a believer in romance, sentimental coincidences, "meanings" snatched out of the air. He certainly didn't believe in destiny, he was a gambler by nature and you know that destiny is just chance you try to manipulate for your own profit. Yet"
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Mrs. Erskine struck him as fierce and plain and haughty as one of those straight-backed red-haired girl-women in certain of the watercolors of Winslow Homer.
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the mirror above the bureau--a flushed blurred face. I had learned to look quickly away from that face for so often I hated what I saw.
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and much more interesting.
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if a man hurts you, and you show that hurt, and your eyes lock with his, he will never forgive you. For always you will be the girl he has hurt, which means you are the girl he can always hurt again. Mr.
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Nothing is more lonely than fucking 'good works.
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for, though the instinct to fight and to kill is surely qualified by one's personal courage, the instinct to watch others fight and kill is evidently inborn. When the boxing fan shouts, 'Kill him! Kill him!' he is betraying no peculiar pathology or quirk but asserting his common humanity and his kinship, however distant, with the thousands upon thousands of spectators who crowded into the Roman amphitheaters to see gladiators fight to the d..
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Clearly, boxing's very image is repulsive to many people because it cannot be assimilated into what we wish to know about civilized man. In a technological society possessed of incalculably refined methods of mass destruction (consider how many times over the United States and the Soviet Union have vaporized each other in fantasy) boxing's display of direct unmitigated and seemingly natural aggression is too explicit to be tolerated.
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