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Olive Wellwood told no stories about Goldthorpe, or the Gullfoss mine. She had packed away the slag-heaps and winding-gear, the little house in Morton Row, with its dark uninhabited parlour, its animated kitchen and pocket-sized garden, the ever-present stink of the ash pits across the yards, and the grime that floated onto the strips of lace curtain. She had packed it away in what she saw in her mind as a roped parcel, in oiled silk, with ..
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She remembered the tale she had told to herself of the young woman carrying the packet containing the deaths of Pete and Petey, the young woman walking endlessly in grim weather across the moors, with the unopened packet. There was no room in that packet, for this. She thought of the forest of coeval boys, all eternally present, crowding her room, and the old Olive thought idly, this is a story, there is a story in this. And then she saw th..
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I wanted to be a Poet and a Poem.
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neo-victorian
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My Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have. I hesitate to go out. If you opened the little gate, I would not hop away--but oh how I sing in my gold cage
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Taka mina p'rvata ot tezi d'lgi stranni noshchi. Posreshchashe go s ozhestochena strast, podobna na negovata, i s niakakvo poznanie, zashchoto iztr'gvashe udovolstvieto si ot nego, raztvariashe se, za da go poluchi, i se vkopchvashe v nego s nak'sani zhivotinski vikove. Galeshe go po kosata i tseluvashe slepoochiiata mu, no s nikakvo tselenasocheno dvizhenie ne se opitvashe da mu dostavi udovolstvie kato na m'zh - i prez vsichki tezi noshch..
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Mnogo po-k'sno toi se s'budi v pros'nitsa i reshi, che chuva moreto, koeto ot tazi staia ne beshe nev'zmozhno, no posle os'zna, che tia bezshumno khlipa. Protegna r'ka i tia nesr'chno pritisna litse v'v vrata mu - ne za utekha, a s niakak'v sliap natisk, za da zabravi. - Kakvo ima, mila? - Kak mozhem da go ponesem? - Koe? - Tova. Tova kratko prebroeno vreme. Kak mozhem da go prospim? - Mozhem da m'lchim zaedno i da se prestruvame - pon..
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Ze probeerde zich zondig te voelen. Maar haar geest wendde zich af, naar waar hij levend was.
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On the first occasion Mrs Papagay had met her, there had been a discussion of the process of grief, and Mrs Jesse had nodded sagely, "I know that. I have felt that,' like a kind of tragic chorus. 'I have felt everything; I know everything. I don't want any new emotion. I know what it is to feel like a stoan." --
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And Swedenborg himself saw birds during his sojourns in the Spirit World and it was revealed to him that -- in the Grand Man -- rational concepts are seen as birds. Because the head corresponds to the heavens and the air. He actually experienced in his body the fall of certain angels who had formed wrong opinions in their community about thoughts and influx -- he felt a terrible tremor in his sinews and bones -- and saw one dark and ugly bi..
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ls the Conjugial Angel stone That here he stands with heavy head The backward-looking pillared dead Inert, moss-covered, aIl alone? The Holy Ghost trawls ln the Void, With fleshly Sophy on His Hook The Sons of God crowd round to look At plumpy limbs to be enjoyed The Greater Man casts out the line With dangling Sophy as the lure Who howls around the Heavens' colure To clasp the Human Form Divine Rose-petals fall from fallen hair That in the..
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Biakha detsa na takova vreme i takava kultura, koiato se otnasiashe s nedoverie k'm liubovta, vliubvaneto, romantichnata liubov, romantikata izobshcho, i v'preki tova, siakash za da si otm'sti, ne spirashe da b'lva seksualen ezik, slovesna seksualnost, analiz, disektsiia, dekonstruktiviz'm, ogolvane. Teoretichno biakha dobre podkovani, zashchoto znaekha za falokratsiiata i zavistta k'm penisa, za punktuatsiiata, punktsiiata i pronikvaneto, ..
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Toi zhiveeshe v romans, ednovremenno vulgaren i izt'nchen, t'kmo romans't beshe edna ot sistemite, na koito beshe podvlasten, t'i kato za dobro ili zlo - i rano ili k'sno - pochti vseki obitatel na zapadniia sviat e podvlasten na romansovite ochakvaniia. Podozirashe, che romans't triabva da ost'pi pred sotsialniia realiz'm dori ako esteticheskiiat temperament na vremeto se buntuvashe sreshchu tova.
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Infatti devi sapere che io avevo un fratello gemello, bello come il giorno, e gentile come un cerbiatto, e sano come pane fresco e burro.
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Ti koia si? Tuk na nai-visokata politsa az stoia zatvorena, smalena v pokrita s paiazhini st'klenitsa, kato dreven prilep izsushena. A kakva bila si? Zlatolikiiat bog me razpalvashe, peekh s krias'tsi, vs'shchnost pishchiakh, tazi negova zhar me raziazhdashe, beshe negov, ne moi onzi glas. Kakvo vizhdash? Vidiakh tv'rd bez osnova kak krepi nebesata, vidiakh kak pokrova v'rkhu Tsezar namiatat. Na kakvo se nadiavash? Strastta e og'n potushe..
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You will not be here--I shall not be here--much longer.'
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love
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Randolph Henry Ash's Proserpine had been seen as a Victorian reflection of religious doubt, a meditation on the myths of resurrection. Lord Leighton had painted her, distraught and floating, a golden figure in a tunnel of darkness. Blackadder
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She looked, quickly, quickly, it was better than before, thanked him and averted her eyes. She came to trust him with her disintegration.
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The black thing in her brain and the dark water on the page were the same thing, a form of knowledge. This is how myths work. They are things, creatures, stories, inhabiting the mind. They cannot be explained and do not explain; they are neither creeds nor allegories.
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What I speak of is the real decision as we experience it; and here the movement away from theory and generality is the movement towards truth. All theorizing is flight. We must be ruled by the situation itself and this is unutterably particular. Indeed it is something to which we can never get close enough, however hard we may try as it were to creep under the net.4
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