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Every man and woman present thought how the neatly drawn lines and words upon the maps were in truth ice-covered pools and rivers, silent woods, frozen ditches and high, bare hills and every one of them thought how many sheep and cattle and wild creatures died in this season.
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Childermass laughed. "You are right, Vinculus. You are not like the others. That is my life - there on the table. But you cannot read it. You are a strange creature - the very reverse of all the magicians of the last centuries. They were full of learning but had no talent. You have talent and no knowledge. You cannot profit by what you see."
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Susanna Clarke |
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But these people were judged very stupid by their friends. Was not Jonathan Strange known to be precisely the sort of whimsical, contradictory person who would publish against himself?
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world
christianity
faith
family
god
obstacles
vows
godly
community
word
honor
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Though all the houses of Venice are strange and old, those of the Ghetto seemed particularly so - as if queerness and ancientness were two of the commodities this mercantile people dealt in and they had constructed their houses out of them. Though all the streets of Venice are melancholy, these streets had a melancholy that was quite distinct - as if Jewish sadness and Gentile sadness were made up according to different recipes. Yet
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Ah, but, sir," said Lascelles, "it is precisely by passing judgements upon other people's work and pointing out their errors that readers can be made to understand your own opinions better. It is the easiest thing in the world to turn a review to one's own ends. One only need mention the book once or twice and for the rest of the article one may develop one's theme just as one chuses. It is, I assure you, what every body else does."
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They were excessively pleased with the Campo Santa Maria Formosa. They thought the facades of the houses very magnificent - they could not praise them highly enough. But the sad decay, which buildings, bridges and church all displayed, seemed to charm them even more. They were Englishmen and, to them, the decline of other nations was the most natural thing in the world. They belonged to a race blessed with so sensitive an appreciation of it..
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but he had the natural distrust that a young, rich, self-indulgent man feels for members of the clergy. Who could say what notions of extraordinary virtue and unnecessary self-sacrifice they might be daily imparting to her?
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whereas malice was the beginning and end of Laurence Strange's character, the new manservant was a more natural blend of light and shade. He possessed a great deal of good sense and was as energetic in defending others from real injury as he was in revenging imaginary insults to himself.
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Susanna Clarke |
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Good God! It is very nonsensical for us all to sit here and assert that Norrell can or cannot do this or can or cannot do that. We are all rational beings I think, and the answer, surely, is quite simple - we will ask him to do some magic for us in proof of his claims." This was such good sense that for a moment the magicians were silent - though this is not to say that the proposal was universally popular - not at all. Several of the magic..
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She did not rise at their entrance, nor make any sign that she had noticed them at all. But perhaps she did not hear them. For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.
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Ha quem prefira atribuir sua falta de exito a uma falha do mundo em vez de ao conhecimento mediano que tenha.
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Palavra de honra, nao existe nada no mundo tao facil de explicar como o fracasso... E, afinal de contas, o que todo mundo alcanca o tempo inteiro.
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Susanna Clarke |
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O desanimo, Mister Black, e o pior tormento de que um homem pode sofrer.
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Susanna Clarke |
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Um sistema moral que pune a mulher e isenta o homem de toda a culpa me parece assaz execravel.
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And she was quite tolerable to look at, you say?" said Mr Lascelles. "You never saw her?" said Drawlight. "Oh! she was a heavenly creature. Quite divine. An angel." "Indeed? And such a pinched-looking ruin of a thing now! I shall advise all the good-looking women of my acquaintance not to die," said Mr Lascelles."
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No matter how low the Government stood in the estimation of everyone, when the Foreign Secretary stood up and spoke - ah! how different everything seemed then! How quickly was every bad thing discovered to be the fault of the previous administration (an evil set of men who wedded general stupidity to wickedness of purpose). As
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It seemed that it was not only live magicians which Mr. Norrell despised. He had taken the measure of all the dead ones too and found them wanting.
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magic
funny
magicians
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The York magicians had all looked over the letter and expressed their doubts that any body with such small handwriting could ever make a tolerable magician.
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Susanna Clarke |
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Mr. Honeyfoot's post-chaise travelled through a world that seemed to contain a much higher proportion of chill grey sky and a much smaller one of solid comfortable earth than was usually the case.
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As [Norrell] watched she was seized by a fit of coughing that continued for some moments, and during that time Sir Walter appeared most uncomfortable. He did not look at the young woman (though he looked everywhere else in the room). He picked up a gilt ornament from a little table by his side, turned it over, looked at its underneath, put it down again. Finally he coughed -a brief clearing of the throat as though to suggest that everyone c..
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love
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And how to describe a London party? Candles in lustres of cut-glass are placed everywhere about the house in dazzling profusion; elegant mirrors triple and quadruple the light until night outshines day; many-coloured hot-house fruits are piled up in stately pyramids upon white-clothed tables; divine creatures, resplendent with jewels, go about the room in pairs, arm in arm, admired by all who see them. Yet the heat is over-powering, the pre..
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Susanna Clarke |
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Both had indulged in, if not Black Magic, then certainly magic of a darker hue than seemed desirable or legitimate.
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Susanna Clarke |
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My father believed that, in understanding and in knowledge of right and wrong and in many other things, women are men's equals and I am entirely of his opinion.
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Susanna Clarke |
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Had it not been for Mr. Drawlight and Mr. Lascelles (benevolent souls!) the Town would have been starved of information of any sort, but they drove diligently about London making their appearance in a quite impossible number of drawing-rooms, morning-rooms, dining-rooms and card-rooms.
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Like Mrs Pleasance I always fancy that misers are old. I cannot tell why this should be since I am sure that there are as many young misers as old. As to whether or not Mr Norrell was in fact old, he was the sort of man who had been old at seventeen.
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he belonged to a certain breed of gentlemen, only to be met with in London, whose main occupation is the wearing of expensive and fashionable clothes; how they pass their lives in ostentatious idleness, gambling and drinking to excess and spending months at a time in Brighton and other fashionable watering places; how in recent years this breed seemed to have reached a sort of perfection in Christopher Drawlight. Even his dearest friends wo..
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Susanna Clarke |
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Even a magician must have relations,
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the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.
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Susanna Clarke |
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it seemed to him as if Mr Norrell had discovered some fifth point of the compass - not east, nor south, nor west, nor north, but somewhere quite different and this was the direction in which he led them.
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There was a tall, sensible man in the room called Thorpe, a gentleman with very little magical learning, but a degree of common sense rare in a magician. He
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In the fairy's song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself.
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I suppose a magician might," he admitted, "but a gentleman never could."
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It was a dark day. A chill wind blew snowflakes against the window of Mr Norrell's library where Childermass sat writing business letters. Though it was only ten o'clock in the morning the candles were already lit. The only sounds were the coals being consumed in the grate and the scratch of Childermass's pen against the paper.
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bleak, wind-swept fens and moors; empty fields with broken walls and gates hanging off their hinges; a black, ruined church; an open grave; a suicide buried at a lonely crossroads; a fire of bones blazing in the twilit snow; a gallows with a man swinging from its arm; another man crucified upon a wheel; an ancient spear plunged into the mud with a strange talisman, like a little leather finger, hanging from it; a scarecrow whose black rags ..
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The idea of forty precious volumes being taken into a country in a state of war where they might get burnt, blown up, drowned or dusty was almost too horrible to contemplate. Mr Norrell did not know a great deal about war, but he suspected that soldiers are not generally your great respecters of books. They might put their dirty fingers on them. They might tear them! They might - horror of horrors! - read them and try the spells! Could sold..
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Arabella, like a sweet, compliant woman and good wife, put all thoughts of her new curtains aside for the moment and assured both gentlemen that in such a cause it was no trouble to her to wait.
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she feared he would never profit by it for it was not the fashion to be modest and quiet and kind-hearted.
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In peacetime some sort of introduction is generally required to make a person's acquaintance; in war a small eatable will perform the same office.)
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Several people seized Strange bodily. One man started shaking him vigorously, as though he thought that he might in this way dispel any magic before it took effect.
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Lord Wellington is in the Lines." It was a very curious phrase and if Strange had been obliged to hazard a guess at its meaning he believed he would have said it was some sort of slang for being drunk."
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There are some things which have no business being put into books for all the world to read.
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She preferred those occupations that require no companion. She walked alone, rad alone, sat alone in the sittingroom or in the ray of faint sunshine which sometimes penetrated the little courtyard ab about one o'clock. She was less open-hearted and confiding than before; it was as if someone -- not necessarily Jonathan Strange -- had disappointed her and she was determined to be more independent in future. pg. 675
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He had the odd idea that, though only a whisper, it could have passed through stone or iron or brass. It could have spoken to you from a thousand feet beneath the earth and you would have still heard it. It could have shattered precious stones and brought on madness.
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Susanna Clarke |
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Nothing, I believe, inspires a man with such eagerness to begin his day's work as the sight of his instruments neatly laid out
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