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O unico que eu sei: que existe o tempo obxectivo, pero tamen o subxectivo, o que levamos contra o interior do pulso, ao lado de onde se senten os latexos. E este tempo persoal, que e o tempo autentico, midese en funcion da nosa relacion coa memoria.
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In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when that moment came, our lives--and time itself--would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible. In the..
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This was another skill women were meant to learn: when a man's story had come to an end. Mostly, it wasn't a problem, as the end was thumpingly obvious; or else the narrator started snorting with laughter in advance, which was always a pretty good clue. Martha had long ago decided only to laugh at things she found funny. It seemed a normal sort of rule; but most men found it rebuking.
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But aeronautics purged the sin of height, otherwise known as the sin of getting above yourself.
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You marry to continue the conversation.
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ydhshny 'n dhlk rbm ykwn 'Hd lkhtlft lmhm@ byn lshbb wlshykhwkh@,fy shbbn nkhtr` mstqbl mkhtlf l'nfsn,'m fy shykhwkhtn fnn nkhtr` ln mDy mkhtlf.
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