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panegyrics of a man they had never understood,
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The most important thing is our dignity. If we have that we can survive on bread and water.
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Dorrigo, the children, her friends, and her wider family - they all existed for her as a way of divining the world. It was a far larger and more wondrous place with them than it was without them. If she hoped for the same love from Dorrigo, and if she was disappointed in her hope, she did not feel its absence as a reason not to love him. The problem was that she did. Her love was without reason and would never yield to reason. Though it lon..
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threatening apes. What was this room? How could he get out? The green blindfold was now wrapping around his throat, choking him. His heart was pounding. He
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Love is public,... or it's not love. Love is shared with others or it dies.
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and every word sounded both a defence against what he truly felt and a betrayal of all that he was.
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Dorrigo felt a warm
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In the end all that was left was the heat and the clouds of rain, and insects and birds and animals and vegetation that neither knew nor cared. Humans are only one of many things, and all these things long to live, and the highest form of living is freedom: a man to be a man, a cloud to be a cloud, bamboo to be bamboo. Decades
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behind which the panting dog drooped like a dropped chamois. It was too hot to smoke, but he smoked his pipe anyway. The smoke wreathed a strange smile that Dorrigo later came to realise was fixed; determined to find the world cheery in spite of all the evidence life produced to the contrary.
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optimism
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One man's feeling is not always equal to all that life is. Sometimes it's not equal to anything much at all.
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Fuck God, he had actually wanted to say. Fuck God for having made this world, fucked be His name, now and for fucking ever, fuck God for our lives, fuck God for not saving us, fuck God for not fucking being here and for not fucking saving the men burning on the fucking bamboo.
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Perhaps if Tasmania had been a normal place where you had a proper job, spent hours in traffic in order to spend more hours in a normal crush of anxieties waiting to return to a normal confinement, and where no-one ever dreamt what it was like to be a seahorse, abnormal things like becoming a fish wouldn't happen to you.
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There was, he knew, within him, hidden deep and far away, a great slumbering turbulence he could neither understand nor reach, a turbulence that was also a void, the business of unfinished things.
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Philopon helps me through this fever, Nakamura said, feeling
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we wish we had never known.
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vin itqvis, ra aris zed asaxuli? ert`ma sheiz'leba isini ag'ik`vas monobis mtkic`ebad, meorem - propagandad. gana ieroglip`ebi gveubnebian rames imis shesaxeb, t`u rogori iqo monis c`xovreba sholtis k`vesh piramidebis msheneblobaze? gana ch`ven amaze vsaubrobt`? vmsjelobt`? ara. ch`ven egvipturi kulturis mshvenierebasa da sidiadeze vlaparakobt`. an romaelt`a kulturaze, an sankt-peterburgis kulturaze - da arc` ert` sitqvas ar vitqvit` asiat`..
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So they saw, but they did not see; so they heard, but they did not hear; and they knew, they knew it all, but still they tried not to know.
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One small boy jumps over a table, pulls his jumper and shirt up, and turns his back to us to show where shrapnel wounded him when he was three. His classmates shriek with laughter.
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Because not to fear was to imagine a world beyond experience. And that was too much for anybody.
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the heat, the emotion so raw and exposed it was like butchered flesh; the tormented, hopeless feeling of two people who lived together in a love not yet love, nor yet not; an unshared life shared; a conspiracy of affections, illnesses, tragedies, jokes and labour; a marriage--the strange, terrible neverendingness of human beings. A family.
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