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All was strange in a fog, buildings grew vague, human beings groped and became lost, the landmarks, the compass points, by which they navigated melted into nothingness and the world was transfigured into a country of the blind. But if the sighted became blind, then the blind - and for some odd reason I have always regarded myself as one of the blind - the blind became sighted, and I remember felling at home in the fog, happily at ease in th..
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Patrick McGrath |
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Stella realized then that Charlie's unhappiness had locked him out of this community as effectively as hers had, and she felt a dull sense of confirmation, she felt she might have known, this is the nature of people, they unerringly select as their victim the one who most needs their warmth.
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Patrick McGrath |
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A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.
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Patrick McGrath |
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The uncanny first impression was again one of private hells coexisting in public space.
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Patrick McGrath |
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As we shook hands I wondered idly what her urine looked like.
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Patrick McGrath |
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Liubliu syrost' takikh dnei, syrost', sumrak i gustye serye tuchi, potomu chto lish' v takuiu pogodu chuvstvuiu sebia v ladu s mirom.
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Patrick McGrath |
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d63d6d9
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Isolated people, those who live alone, are always conscious of their condition in the homes of families.
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loneliness
isolation
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Patrick McGrath |
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93d3ac8
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I often wondered how it would be to tramp off into the mountains and keep going until I was exhausted, then simply sink into the snow and fall asleep. Then the wolves could have me. To want to die in the forest and be eaten by wolves: another marker of incipient madness.
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suicide
madness
wolves
trauma
snow
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Patrick McGrath |
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We see nobody clearly. We see only the ghosts of absent others, and mistake for reality the fictions we construct from blueprints drawn up in early childhood. This is the problem.
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reality
other-people
trauma
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Patrick McGrath |
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5d3f198
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Aveva perso il controllo. Non si controlla un innamoramento, mi disse, non e possibile. E la divertiva che fosse potuto accadere in questo modo, con quest'uomo. Un paziente. Un paziente che lavorava nell'orto. Stella, le dissi, non potevi fare una scelta piu scriteriata. La verita, mi rispose, e che non ho scelto affatto.
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Patrick McGrath |
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693d159
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This is the nature of people, they unerringly select as their victim the one who most needs their warmth.
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Patrick McGrath |
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3418f82
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Etre eveille, c'est souffrir; voila le sens profond de la vie.
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Patrick McGrath |
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59c2a3b
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Nothing improper was occurring, on the surface, but she hadn't said a word about her new friend to Max; and by consistently failing to mention and event of significance in her day she was practising a form of duplicity.
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Patrick McGrath |
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5c3f82e
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Solitude is a terrible thing, for it permits the imagination to picture, in detail, that which perhaps should never be articulated.
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solitude
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Patrick McGrath |
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There is something I have learned since being paralyzed, and that is that in the absence of sensory information,
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imagination
paralyzed
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Patrick McGrath |
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04e214b
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Strange how reluctant I was to acknowledge that control of my fate lay beyond my own conscious will. Habit of a lifetime, I suppose.
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free-will
habits
will
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Patrick McGrath |
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9177703
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Houses, I have come to believe, like love, like nature herself, should not reassure, should not attempt to soothe, or give comfort, but should, rather, .
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houses
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Patrick McGrath |
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586838e
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Aucune folie n'est assez profonde pour vous exclure de la communaute des fumeurs.
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Patrick McGrath |
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9e07415
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We coexisted in a state of mutual detachment.
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relationships
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Patrick McGrath |
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0d0a061
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these are precisely the conditions that killed love, after first blighting its growth: squalor, fear, uncertainty, overfamiliarity.
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love
uncertainty
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Patrick McGrath |
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9d21966
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Di solito vogliono che tu tenga la bocca chiusa, a volte pretendono che gridi, e si aspettano che tu sappia la differenza. Era questo che trovava buffo.
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Patrick McGrath |
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Le donne romantiche, riflettei: non pensano mai al male che fanno in quella loro forsennata ricerca di esperienze forti. In quella loro infatuazione per la liberta.!
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Patrick McGrath |
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Various pieces of huge dark furniture constricted the passage, and the place smelled of boiled fish. I was shown into the parlor, where the gloom of that overcast day was filtered through windows curtained in dingy lace.
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fish
furniture
lace
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Patrick McGrath |
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c6fdae8
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Thus was I recruited, and thus would I be ruined: for a penny.
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Patrick McGrath |
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For despite his confidence, and his apparent maturity, I suspected that there was in him a deep and childish need to elevate, and idealize, the love object. This is not uncommon in artists. The very nature of their work, the long periods of isolation followed by public self-display, and the associated risk of rejection all conspire to create unnaturally intense relationships with their sexual partners. Then, when disillusion occurs, as of c..
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Patrick McGrath |
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Hugo," she said, in a certain hurt tone that I knew well and enjoyed provoking, "you can be most horribly rude when you choose. Why do you choose?"
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rudeness
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Patrick McGrath |
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129db72
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Our conversations were like sex, our sex like conversation.
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sex
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Patrick McGrath |
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bc1a9cd
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he stripped his clothes off and flung himself into a heavy sea, for the sheer pleasure of getting out safe again.
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Patrick McGrath |
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Harry Peake's spine disturbed the people's confidence in the proper shape and form of things, a confidence they had not known they possessed, it was stitched so deep in their sense of the order of the world.
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Patrick McGrath |
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Harry's voice had matured like old port wine, it was deep and rich and liquid.
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Patrick McGrath |
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He wished only to live as a free man upon the fruits of his labor, and grow old in the natural rhythms of the earth; instead of which he was cursed, so he felt, always to be an object of disgust, or horror, which is only disgust with a portion of fear superadded- always to be in the eyes of the world a monster.
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Patrick McGrath |
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In quelle settimane invecchiai di parecchi anni, imparai molte cose sullo spirito e su quella sacca simile a una pera, grossa come un pugno e divisa in quattro cavita che chiamiamo cuore.
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Patrick McGrath |
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Her mouth was smeared with lipstick and her throat swung bagged and cross-hatched from a wrinkled knob of chin flanked by rouged jowls loosely depending from lumpy cheekbones. Powerful gusts of stale scent emanated from the crannies of her person; the little dog was curled in her lap like a hairy tumor.
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Patrick McGrath |
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She carried a faint odor of cocktail sausages mingled with sweat. Like a fool I slipped my hand up the inside of her leg. I felt the roughness of her nylons.
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Patrick McGrath |