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then he enthuses about coal. Consider a single piece glowing in your family's stove. See it, children? That chunk of coal was once a green plant, a fern or reed that lived one million years ago, or maybe two million, or maybe one hundred million. Can you imagine one hundred million years? Every summer for the whole life of that plant, its leaves caught what light they could and transformed the sun's energy into itself. Into bark, twigs, ste..
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Nine are killed instantly. One of them still clutching the hand of bridge he was playing when the shell struck.
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Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. The Blade and the Whelk The Hotel-Dieu dining room is big and somber and full of people talking about U-boats off Gibraltar and the inequities of currency exchange and four-stroke marine diesel engines.
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who stood by as the consequences
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Open your eyes and see what you can before they close forever.
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have been friends. A reality more pleasant than
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The mind craves ease; it encourages the senses to recognize symbols, to gloss. It makes maps of our kitchen drawers and neighborhood streets; it fashions a sort of algebra out of life. And this is useful, even essential - X is the route to work, Y is the heft and feel of a nickel between your fingers. Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We'd pass out every time we saw - actually - a flower...'Habitualization,' a Russ..
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Gulls pass, braying like donkeys, and in the distance the guns thud again, and the rattling of the truck fades, and Marie-Laure tries to concentrate on rereading a chapter earlier in the novel: make the raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world.
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I spend ten entire minutes trying to open a plastic package of Weeble-wobbles...,my fingers raw, the three little Weebles obstinate in their PVC clamshells. I can't help but wonder, as I saw with a bread knife at the seam of the package, about technology and the sprint that is a modern life. Is progress really a curve that sweeps perpetually higher? Wasn't packaging (or toymaking or cobbling or winemaking or milk or cheese or cement, for th..
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And doesn't a writer do the same thing? Isn't she knitting together scraps of dreams? She hunts down the most vivid details and links them in sequences that will let a reader see, smell, and hear a world that seems complete in itself; she builds a stage set and painstakingly hides all the struts and wires and nail holes, then stands back and hopes whoever might come to see it will believe....A journal entry is for a its writer; it helps its..
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Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world.
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Neumann One, if he were not scheduled to die ten weeks from now in the Allied invasion of Normandy, might have become a barber later in life, who would have a smelled of talc and whiskey and put his index finger into men's ears to position their heads, whose pants and shirts always would have been covered with clipped hairs, who, in his shop, would have taped postcards of the Alps around the circumference of a big cheap wavery miirror, who ..
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Why do we have to sleep in this little bedroom?" "I'm sure we could clean out a downstairs room if you'd like." "What about the room across the"
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Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn't life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in upon it. Taking things from it, stuffing things into it.
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Frederick said we don't have choices, don't own our lives, but in the end it was Werner who pretended there were no choices, Werner who watched Frederick dump the pail of water at his feet--I will not-- Werner who stood by as the consequences came raining down. Werner who watched Volkheimer wade into house after house, the same ravening nightmare recurring over and over and over.
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yourself to sleep at night. Bleed your weasel.
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I heard that the diamond is like a piece of light from the original world. Before it fell. A piece of light rained to earth from God.
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Tre ragazzi passano ridendo e Max li guarda con intensita. Su un muro butterato e chiazzato di licheni e fissata una piccola lapide di pietra. <>Ici a ete tue Buy Gaston Marcel age de 18 ans, mort pour la France le 11 aout 1944. Jutta si siede per terra. Il mare e gonfio, grigio d'ardesia. Non ci sono lapidi per i tedeschi morti qui.
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Bohyne dejin shlizi na zemi. Jedine skrze ten nejzhavejsi ohen je mozno dosahnout ocisteni. Vidi les umirajicich slunecnic.
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Breitenau." The first policeman"
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L'esistenza di ognuno di noi comincia con un'unica cellula, piu piccola di un granello di polvere. Molto piu piccola. Suddividiti. Moltiplicati. Somma e sottrai. La materia cambia padrone, gli atomi affluiscono e defluiscono, le molecole ruotano, le proteine si legano, i mitocondri emanano i loro decreti di ossidazione; in principio erano microscopici sciami elettrici. I polmoni il cervello il cuore. Quaranta settimane dopo, seimila miliard..
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fuhrer himself on an altar a half mile away, spotlights illuminating pillars behind him, the atmosphere oversaturated with meaning and anger and righteousness,
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men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop.
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You have to trust someone sometime." "If your same blood doesn't run in the arms and legs of the person you're next to, you can't trust anything. And even then."
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tanks and trucks over the same roads,
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He thinks of the old broken miners he'd see in Zollverein, sitting in chairs or on crates, not moving for hours, waiting to die. To men like that time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop.
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There was our old life, in the apartment, in which we had time to finish most of the tasks we started and took long showers and remembered to water our plants. And there was our new life, in the hospital a mile away, in which Shauna needed morphine and two babies needed to eat every three hours around the clock...I remember thinking, we're going to have to figure out how to combine our old life with our new life...Over a year later, we stil..
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here comes the light, nameless and intangible, streaming 93 million unobstructed miles through the implacable black vacuum to break itself against a wall, a cornice, a column. It drenches, it crenellates, it textures, It throws the city into relief. The coins fall through the slot; the illumination box clicks on.
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says, Consider a single piece glowing in your
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In the candlelight, she looks of another world, her face all freckles, and in the center of the freckles those two eyes hang unmoving like the egg cases of spiders. They do not track him, but they do not unnerve him, either; they seem almost to see into a separate, deeper place, a world that consists only of music.
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A voice materializes out of the distortion in his headphones, then fades, and he goes ferreting after it. There, thinks Werner when he finds it again, : a feeling like shutting your eyes and feeling your way done a mile-long thread until your fingernails find the tiny lump of a knot.
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A voice materializes out of the distortion in his headphones, then fades, and he goes ferreting after it. There, thinks Werner when he finds it again, : a feeling like shutting your eyes and feeling your way down a mile-long thread until your fingernails find the tiny lump of a knot.
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Sometimes the eye of a hurricane is the safest place to be
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Dr. Hauptmann: A scientist's work is determined by two things: his interests and those of his time.
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Home of mice and damp and the stink of stranded shellfish, as if a huge tide swept in decades ago and took its time draining away. Marie-Laure hesitates over the open door, smelling the fires from outside and the clammy, almost opposite smell washing up from the bottom.
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by a moving reef? A gigantic horned narwhal? A mythical kraken? But I am letting myself be carried away by reveries which I must now put aside, writes Aronnax. Enough of these phantasies. All day Marie-Laure lies on her stomach and reads. Logic, reason, pure science: these, Aronnax insists, are the proper ways to pursue a mystery. Not fables and fairy tales. Her fingers walk the tightropes of sentences; in her imagination, she walks the dec..
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Her uncle seems almost a child, monastic in the modesty of his needs and wholly independent of any sort of temporal obligations. And yet she can tell he is visited by fears so immense, so multiple, that she can almost feel the terror pulsing inside him. As though some beast breathes all the time at the windowpanes of his mind.
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spinach,
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Extirpation?
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ninety-two-carat raw diamond from South
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Deep in Madame's voice, Marie-Laure hears water: atolls and archipelagos and lagoons and fjords.
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the way time here feels simultaneously immense and tiny.
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