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How absolute the knave is!
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So was she on the side of dragons and indifferent to the fate of princesses?
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iris-murdoch
princesses
the-green-knight
tropes
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Where's your house?' 'Kempsford Gardens, by West Brompton tube station.
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but it was love in an inferno: that terrible relentless withholding of forgiveness.
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If only he could be loved by somebody new.
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Bradley, I wish I'd understood that stuff you spouted about Hamlet." "Forget it. No high theory about Shakespeare is any good, not because he's so divine but because he's so human. Even great art is jumble in the end." "So the critics are just stupid?" "It needs no theory to tell us this! One should simply try to like as much as one can."
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It's all a dream, he thought, one goes through life in a dream, it's all too hard.
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All the effort which he had put into making himself seemed vanity now that there were no more purposes
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Iris Murdoch |
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Sometimes he would have liked to pray, but what is prayer if there is nobody there?
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Iris Murdoch |
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But thinking about wickedness usually just comforts.
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Iris Murdoch |
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Brooding about the past is so often fantasy of how one might have won and resentment that one didn't. It is that resentment which one so often mistakes for repentance
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But, and especially with Linda's help, he had decided that, like most other people, he was not made for reality.
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Our planet is a freak which we shall destroy by our own wicked senseless activities in the next century. Our history will very soon come to an end. Now that God is dead, we are at last presented with the truth, yes, the truth remains, but it is on a short lead. Anyway, we are nothing and it matters not what we do.
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end-of-the-world
iris-murdoch
meaningless
nihilism
pessimistic
the-green-knight
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I said, "Your brother is in bed with my wife." I added, "I just took them up some wine in bed."
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humor
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witty
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He had lived a chaste life really. It was his accusers and not his crimes which troubled him.
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Bellamy found simply a task of amazing difficulty. It was as if ordinary human life were a mobile machine full of holes, crannies, spaces, apertures, fissures, cavities, lairs, into one of which Bellamy was required to (and indeed desired to) fit himself. The machine moved slowly, resembling a train, or sometimes a merry-go-round. But as soon as Bellamy got on (or got in), the machine would soon eject him, sending him spinning back to a ..
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depression
despair
iris-murdoch
left-out
place-in-the-world
spectator
the-green-knight
work
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Kant abolished God and made man God in His stead. We are still living in the age of the Kantian man, or Kantian man-god. Kant's conclusive exposure of the so-called proofs of the existence of God, his analysis of the limitations of speculative reason, together with his eloquent portrayal of the dgnity of rational man, has had results which might possibly dismay him. How recognizable, how familiar to us, is the man so beautifully portrayed i..
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She felt intense disappointment, even a kind of guilt, as if she had missed something, perhaps forever. He had been there, she could have spoken to him. Could she call out now, cry his name? It was impossible.
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finality
guilt
iris-murdoch
missed-chances
missed-opportunity
sad
the-green-knight
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You're doing your thing, why can't I do my thing? I must be me even if I suffer for it.
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henry-and-cato
identity
iris-murdoch
self
self-expression
suffer
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I did not like the look of him at all. Something significantly ill-omened which I could not yet define emanated from him.
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bad-omens
foreboding
iris-murdoch
the-black-prince
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Iris Murdoch |
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We are all potentially demons to each other, but some close relationships are saved from this fate.
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demons
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metaphor
relationships
the-sea-the-sea
toxic-relationships
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Then the front doorbell (already too long delayed by my rambling narrative) rang.
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meta
narrative
narrator
self-deprecating
the-black-prince
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I shall not attempt here to describe my marriage. Some impression of it will doubtless emerge. For the present story, its general nature rather than its detail is important. It was not a success. At first I saw her as a life-bringer. Then I saw her as a death-bringer. Some women are like that. There is a sort of energy which seems to reveal the world: then one day you find you are being devoured. Fellow victims will know what I mean. Possib..
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humor
iris-murdoch
marriage
omission
relationships
the-black-prince
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You get so worked up and flowery! You sound as if you were quoting something all the time!
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flowery
humor
iris-murdoch
quoting
the-black-prince
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You see, nobody cares about me except you. You don't know what that's like. You've always had people who cared. You've always had . I've never had anybody. No wonder I feel frustrated.
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frustrated
henry-and-cato
iris-murdoch
lonely
unloved
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Iris Murdoch |
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I want you to be able to me, and as my love for you is so much of me (all of me, making me more than myself) then you must see that too.
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henry-and-cato
identity
iris-murdoch
love
seen
self
the-beloved
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Iris Murdoch |
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I'm not interested. I never liked him. He's some sort scoundrel.
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dialogue
dislike
humor
iris-murdoch
scoundrel
the-black-prince
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Iris Murdoch |
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Nothing will bring me peace except revenge.
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peace
revenge
the-green-knight
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Iris Murdoch |
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Anywhere is dangerous if you carry danger with you.
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dangerous
inner-turmoil
iris-murdoch
the-message-to-the-planet
troubled
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Iris Murdoch |
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The trouble with people nowadays is they don't know how to do nothing.
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idle
inactivity
iris-murdoch
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The virtues have secret names: they are, so difficult of access, secret things. Everything that is worthy is secret.
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secret
the-black-prince
virtues
worthy
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Iris Murdoch |
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Only stories and magic really endure.
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iris-murdoch
lasting
magic
stories
the-black-prince
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How easily one is hurt. Or is it only I who am so stupidly vulnerable.
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iris-murdoch
sensitive
the-green-knight
vulnerable
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Now, when she felt so deeply connected to him, they were finally estranged.
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connection
estranged
iris-murdoch
star-crossed-lovers
the-message-to-the-planet
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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I'm not young. I've never had any youth.
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burdens
iris-murdoch
old-soul
sad
the-message-to-the-planet
youth
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Iris Murdoch |
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There is a kind of despair involved in creation which I am sure any artist knows all about. In art, as in morality, great things go by the board because at the crucial moment we blink our eyes. When is the crucial moment? Greatness is to recognize it and be able to hold it and to extend it. But for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter. And so we let each thing go..
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creative-process
crucial-moment
elusive
inspiration
iris-murdoch
the-black-prince
writer
writing
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Iris Murdoch |
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Of course we have an 'unconscious mind' and this is partly what my book is about. But there is no general chart of that lost continent. Certainly not a 'scientific' one.
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metaphor
subconscious
subconscious-mind
the-black-prince
unknowable
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Iris Murdoch |
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Only sometimes at night when I think that you live now and are somewhere, I shed tears.
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crying
iris-murdoch
parted
sad
separated
separation
tears
the-black-prince
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Iris Murdoch |
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Beyond her declaration of love she could not see. But as she rehearsed the intensity of her passion she thought that he , when the time came, . The desire to, at the right time, him became, as the years moved forward toward that time, increasingly painful, like a poisoned wound that must heal itself by breaking open. She thought in anguish of the times, the recent times, when she could have told him, and had been afraid to, and had cl..
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if-only
iris-murdoch
loss
missed-chance
missed-opportunity
suffering
the-green-knight
unrequited-love
unspoken
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Iris Murdoch |
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There was a shadowy light, not exactly twilight, but an uncertain vivid yet hazy illumination, wherein people walked like spirits, bathed in light and not revealed.
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description
iris-murdoch
light
the-black-prince
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Iris Murdoch |
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A few people paused to look at him, but Londoners were by now so accustomed to 'weirdies' of all kinds that his ritual aroused little interest.
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iris-murdoch
london
londoners
onlookers
passerby
the-black-prince
weirdies
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Iris Murdoch |
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And I was upset to find how really reluctant I was to leave my little flat. It was as if I was almost frightened. Spasms of prophetic homesickness pierced me as I rearranged the china and dusted it with my handkerchief, obsessive visions of burglaries and desecrations.
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anxiety
fear
hermetic
homebody
homesickness
iris-murdoch
recluse
the-black-prince
worry
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Iris Murdoch |
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The room had the rather sinister tedium which some bedrooms have, a sort of weary banality which is a reminder of death. A dressing table can be a terrible thing.
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description
humor
iris-murdoch
morbid
the-black-prince
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Iris Murdoch |
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I struggled with a nebulous work which seemed now a , now a vast novel, wherein a hero not unlike myself pursued, amid ghostly incidents, a series of reflections about life and art.
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meta
plot
struggling
the-black-prince
writer
writing
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