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UFCNo such thing as childhood memories, he says. We're just playing games with our neurons every day, tossing them around the hippocampus, constructing little fairy tales featuring characters named after people we used to live with. 'Your dad is just a flurry of molecular activity in your frontal lobe' he'll tell you...
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No such thing as childhood memories, he says. We're just playing games with our neurons every day, tossing them around the hippocampus, constructing little fairy tales featuring characters named after people we used to live with. 'Your dad is just a flurry of molecular activity in your frontal lobe' he'll tell you...
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Hoy dia, su vida se asemeja mas bien a un periodico: sin sentido, al dia y lleno de sucesos disparatados.
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Vess Incorporated had simply dug them out of one hole and buried them in another
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Todo arte nuevo, para ser autentico, necesita en cierta medida una... comadrona artistica.
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Hoy es el dia, el dia tormentoso y memorable en que metera en vereda a su futuro incontrolado.
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El hombre no solo vive de alta cultura.
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away, and she could carry a bag on each arm, providing
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Todos nosotros somos a la vez objeto de repugnancia y de envidia. Todos nosotros menos los muy pobres, los que solo tienen por debajo de ellos el pozo septico del infierno.
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a child's disquiet is as potent as a damp fart.
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No desea que los hombres la consideren hermosa. Tal cosa solo conduce a la infelicidad. Tampoco espera la admiracion de otras mujeres; de ellas solo espera una indiferencia cortes y un cotilleo rencoroso a sus espaldas.
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La educacion es cebar al cordero antes de matarlo.
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Uh-huh.' 'And even inside this car, assuming you could have a car, or some sort of vehicle, in this natural world, pulled by horses I suppose . . . It would be pitch black. And very cold, too, on a winter's night. But instead, look what we've got
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As he drove on, the sense that they were not on the same page -that they needed different things at this crucial time -entered the car like a discomfiting presence. He'd thought -he'd felt -that yesterday morning had been their proper leavetaking, and that this trip to the airport was just . . . a postscript, almost. Yesterday morning had been so right. They'd finally worked their way to the bottom of their 'To Do'list. His bag was already ..
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Oasans slept a lot; they got tired easily. They'd work for an hour or two, and then, whether the task had been arduous or not, they would go home and rest in bed for a while. Peter stretched in
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Most true things are kind of corny, don't you think? But we make them more sophisticated out of sheer embarrassment. Simple truths with complicated clothes on. The only purpose of the linguistic dressing-up is so people won't look at the contents of our naked hears and minds and say "How naff."
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Our Lady is of the True Faith; the two of Them have an uneasy relationship, unable to agree on anything, except that if They divorce, the Devil will leap gleefully into the breach.
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V glazakh Gospoda vse muzhchiny i zhenshchiny nagie. Odezhda -- figovyi listok, ne bolee. A tela pod odezhdoi -- lish' eshche odna prosloika, odeianie iz ploti pod nepraktichnoi obolochkoi tonkoi kozhi raznoobraznykh ottenkov rozovogo, zheltogo i korichnevogo. I tol'ko dushi real'ny. S etoi tochki zreniia prosto nevozmozhny takie veshchi, kak sotsial'naia napriazhennost', styd ili smushchenie. Vse, chto tebe nuzhno, -- eto privetstvovat' du..
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He was too frightened to speak. This was no hallucination. This was what happened to the universe when you were no longer able to hold it together. Atoms in clusters, rays of light, forming ephemeral shapes before moving on. His greatest fear, as he dissolved into the dark, was that he would never see other humans the same way again.
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Bol'shinstvo istin dovol'no banal'ny na samom dele. No my uslozhniaem ikh iz chistogo stesneniia. Prostye istiny pokryty odezhdoi slozhnosti. Edinstvennyi smysl lingvisticheskoi odezhdy v tom, chtoby liudi ne uvideli soderzhimogo nashikh obnazhennykh serdets i razuma i ne skazali: <>
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A seichas ty prozhivaesh' novuiu zhizn', gde tvoe telo bol'she nikogda tebia ne podvedet, tebe ne nuzhen insulin ili nikotin, i nikto tebia bol'she ne obmanet, i kazhdaia taina, trevozhivshaia tvoi razum, uzhe otkrylas' tebe, i kazhdaia rana, prichiniavshaia stradaniia, uzhe zatianulas', i tebe zhal' nas, ostavshikhsia zdes', vnizu, eshche volochashchikh nashi tiazhelye tela po zemle. <...> -- Art Severin, -- provozglasil Piter, i, nesmotri..
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Amy, his mother, is not the mending type. Her speciality is thrashing grown-up men until they whimper for mercy.
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In the eyes of God, all men and women are naked. Clothes are nothing more than a fig leaf. And the bodies beneath are just another layer of clothing, an outfit of flesh with an impractically thin leather exterior, in various shades of pink, yellow and brown. The souls alone are real. Seen in this way, there can never be any such thing as social unease or shyness or embarrassment. All you need do is greet your fellow soul.
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People and their dwellings were such a thin dust on the surface of the globe, like invisible specks of bacteria on an orange, and the feeble lights of kebab shops and supermarkets failed utterly to register on the infinities of space above. If it weren't for God, the almighty vacuum would be too crushing to endure, but once God was with you, it was a different story.
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Let's not go there.' 'That's what people always say about places where they already are.
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These days, the bigger the company, the less you can figure out what it does. Time was when a car company made cars, a mining company dug mines. It's not like that anymore.
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God preserve us from fuddle-headed young men who want money for building cloud-castles!
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Men! Armchair heroes the lot of them, while women were sent out to do the dirty work.
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One of Lucy's admirers took to her, apparently." "Took to her?" echoes William, his own feelings for Sugar causing him to construe the phrase benignly. "Yes," said Bodley "With her own riding crop." "Beat her very severely." "Particularly about the face and mouth." "I understand all the fight's gone out of her now." "Well, as you can imagine," he says. "Madam Georgina doesn't have high hopes. Even if she's willing to wait, there will be sca..
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The opulence of Bedford Square and the British Museum may be only a few hundred yards away, but New Oxford Street runs between there and here like a river too wide to swim, and you are on the wrong side.
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Last week,' she says, 'I was in the city, on my way to visit a wretched family I'd visited before, to plead with them once more to listen to the words of their Saviour. I was tired, I felt disinclined to walk far. Before I knew what I was doing, I was in the Underground Railway, pulled by an engine, mesmerised by the alternation of darkness and light, speeding through the earth at the cost of a sixpence. I spoke to no one; I might as well h..
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Caroline stands at the window, watching Nellie Griffiths and old Mrs Mulvaney trot down the street on their way to the jam factory. Poor ugly biddies: they spend their daylight hours drudging in the scalding heat for next to nothing, then come home to drunken husbands who knock them from one wall to the other. If this is what it means to be 'upright', and Caroline is supposed to be 'fallen'...! What did God make cunts for, if not to save wo..
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