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3357093
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Hungry men are not known for their patience or their kindness.
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patience-kindness
pestilence
war
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Karen Essex |
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bde88ee
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What is the difference between freedom and hedonism? Between freedom and insanity?
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freedom-of-speech
hedonism
insanity
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Karen Essex |
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39fc541
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Think about it. For the sake of fame, men will risk great dangers. They put themselves in the jaws of death more than for their children. For fame, they will spend their money like water and work their fingers to the bone. Have you not observed this in your own home?
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men-and-fame
men-and-greed
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Karen Essex |
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9a1e665
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The strong do as they will while the weak suffer what they must.
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strong-vs-weak
suffering
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Karen Essex |
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4e707ec
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The merciful man is rarely victorious. One's enemies are like snakes; though one may learn to handle them, they are always poisonous.
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kleopatra
victory
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Karen Essex |
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1e2a3d5
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Simplicity! He is as simple as a spider's web.
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simplicity
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Karen Essex |
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ac6ba78
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Together, they were greater than either them could possibly be apart. Together, she prayed, they were invincible.
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invincible
kleopatra-and-anthony
love
togetherness
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Karen Essex |
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2d76064
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The rich rarely give a black dog for a white monkey, my friend. It's the way of the world.
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rich-vs-poor
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Karen Essex |
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52ab389
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Those on the decline always criticize those on the rise.
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power
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Karen Essex |
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0311fa1
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Can you not see that we still might win? We lost a battle, not a war.
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positive-attitude
valour
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Karen Essex |
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6767710
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Once you've spent a winter buried in the Alpine snow foraging for food, it's hard to complain over heat.
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julius-caesar
warm-weather
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Karen Essex |
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646f098
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As a famous historian once said, in all its history, Rome deigned to fear two people; one was Hannibal, the other was a woman.
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egypt
rome
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Karen Essex |
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a550ee9
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I raised the hood of my cape and opened my umbrella. Headmistress had given it to me for my twenty-first birthday, knowing how fond I was of the purple foxglove that bloomed in the park. When open, the underside revealed in each of the panels a spray of painted stems, lush with lavender bells. "No matter how bad the weather, you will always be able to look up and see something that will cheer you," she had said, knowing that my quiet moods ..
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purple
umbrella
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Karen Essex |
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34ccca2
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I was lying on a soft bed of fallen leaves, their crunch unmistakable beneath me as I twisted and writhed. The air was cool, but he was beside me, keeping me warm. He was as familiar to me as my own breathing, yet I was aware that his was not a simple human touch. His presence was less dense than the human body's but more powerful, and able to engulf me. I took in the ambrosia of his hot scent- wood, leather, and ancient spices- earthy, in ..
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earthy
mina-and-dracula
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Karen Essex |
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31d1573
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I could see into the shadows, where the very blades of grass and the leaves and buds of plants were sharply defined though it was a dark night. I was acutely aware of my ears, hot, pulsing, and humming. Now fragrance took command, and I was struck with the scents of the evening. Unable to resist, I rolled on the ground, breathing in the wet tang of dewy grass and the musk of the mud in which it grew. I glided my muzzle through the blades, l..
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forest
in-the-dark-of-the-night
mina-murray
olfactory-sensors
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Karen Essex |
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334240d
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With eerie slowness, his finger moved down my neck to the breastbone and across my chest until it reached my nipple. Then something extraordinary happened. He held it there, barely moving but sending a wild sensation through my breast that resonated in every curve and turn of me. My body was like a musical instrument that only he knew how to play. I tried to breathe while he moved at the same deliberate pace to the other breast, all the whi..
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Karen Essex |