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...and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time.

Las personas que como yo padecen de los nervios no tienen muchas ganas de hablar. ¡Nadie imagina mi sufrimiento! Pero siempre ha sido igual. Si uno no se queja, nadie le compadece.

Besides making change in the collection plate every Sunday, Mr. Avery sat on the porch every night until nine o’clock and sneezed.

You know, that might be the answer—to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That’s a trick that never seems to fail.

Meet Mrs. Bundren

That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn’t even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some direction. There wasn’t even an enemy you could put your finger on.

te bastardes carborundorum.

The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. - F Scott Fitzgerald,

Maybe Whitman had a gift I don’t have. But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

A regard for the requester would often make one readily yield to a request, without waiting for arguments to reason one into it.

Matches were dangerous, but cards were fatal. Jem,

The Lord can see into the heart. If it is His will that some folks has different ideas about honesty from other folks, it is not my place to question His decree.

But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.   I

I've heard the long sigh go up, from around me, the sigh like air coming out of an air mattress, I've seen Aunt Lydia place her hand over the mike, to stifle the other sounds coming from behind her, I've leaned forward to touch the rope in front of me, in time with the others, both hands on it, the rope hairy, sticky with tar in the hot sun, then placed my hand on my heart to show my unity with the Salvagers and my consent, and my complicity in the death of this woman. I have seen the kicking feet and the two in black who now seize hold of them and drag downward with all their weight. I don't want to see it anymore. I look at the grass instead. I describe the rope. 43 The

But God doesn’t change.’'Men do, though.’'What difference does that make?’'All the difference in the world.

Jay Gatsby: Old sport.

When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can’t really fully and honestly take those back,

pleaded

–Creo que en todo individuo hay cierta tendencia a un determinado mal, a un defecto innato, que ni siquiera la mejor educación puede vencer. Mr. Darcy