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This at least hasn't changed, the way men caress good cars.

Vậy mà, từ trên cao này, dãy cửa sổ vàng vọt kia của chúng tôi chắc cũng đang dự phần phô diễn những bí ẩn nhân sinh cho ai đó đang lơ đãng nhìn lên từ dưới những đường phố đang tối dần kia, và chính tôi cũng là người ấy, đang ngẩng nhìn và tự hỏi mình đang thấy những gì. Tôi đang vừa ở trong vừa ở ngoài, vừa bị mê hoặc vừa thấy kinh tởm bởi cái đa dạng khôn kiệt của cuộc đời.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun." "My

pliancy of temper than her sister, and with a judgement

I’m Charles Baker Harris, he said, and I can read.

It takes brains not to make money, Colonel Cargill wrote in one of the homiletic memoranda he regularly prepared for circulation over General Peckem’s signature. Any fool can make money these days and most of them do. But what about people with talent and brains? Name, for example, one poet who makes money.

    To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.

El cielo se ha posado en la ladera, sobre los secretos pimpollares. Por más allá del cerro los relámpagos chafarrinan las alturas con destellos de color que rápidamente se desvanecen. Aire de muerte envuelve a la muerta tierra con una oscuridad de muerte. Aire que pesa sobre mí, aire muerto y caliente, que, pese al vestido, llega hasta mí, hasta la desnudez de mi cuerpo. —Tú no sabes lo que es sentir pena —digo. Ni yo lo sé. No sé si la siento o no. Ni siquiera puedo sentirla. No sé si puedo o no llorar. No sé si he llegado alguna vez a sentirla. Solamente me imagino que soy una semilla silvestre y mojada, caída en la tierra ciega y ardorosa.

I would rather follow the plow as thrall to another man, one with no land allotted him and not much to live on, than be a king over all the perished dead.

There were marches, of course, a lot of women and some men.

him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not

No me supone ningún sacrificio aceptar ocasionalmente compromisos para la noche. Todos nos debemos a la sociedad, y confieso que soy de los que consideran que los intervalos de recreo y esparcimiento son recomendables para todo el mundo" - Mary

the idea; but, recovering herself, said in a lively tone, "And pray, what is the usual price of an earl's younger son? Unless the elder brother is very sickly, I suppose you would not ask above fifty thousand pounds." He answered her in the same style, and the subject dropped. To interrupt a silence which might make him fancy her affected with what had passed, she soon afterwards said:

Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.

E eu disse: "É por orgulho que você quer julgar o pecado e a salvação em lugar do Senhor. É nosso fado mortal sofrer e elevar nossas vozes em Seu louvor, pois Ele é que julga o pecado e oferece a salvação mediante provações e atribulações, desde o princípio dos séculos amém. Não, você não pode julgar, sobretudo agora depois que o Irmão Whitfield, um santo homem que respira o hálito de Deus, orou por você e lutou como nenhum outro poderia lutar, a não ser ele", eu disse. Porque não nos compete julgar nossos pecados ou saber o que é pecado aos olhos do Senhor. Ela tem tido uma vida atormentada, mas assim é a vida das mulheres. Mas a gente pensaria, pela maneira como ela falava, que sabia mais acerca de pecado e salvação do que o próprio Deus Nosso Senhor, do que os que trabalham e lutam para tirar o pecado deste mundo dos homens.

stood for a while and looked about him, but when he had looked long enough he crossed the threshold and went within the precincts of the house. There he found all the chief people among the Phaeacians making their drink offerings to Mercury, which they always did the last thing before going away for the night. 61 He went straight through the court, still hidden by the cloak of darkness in which Minerva had enveloped him, till he reached Arete and King Alcinous; then he laid his hands upon the knees of the queen, and at that moment the miraculous darkness fell away from him and

Buttered, I lie on my single bed, flat, like a piece of toast. I

He smiles. The smile is not sinister or predatory. It's merely a smile, a formal kind of smile, friendly but a little distant, as if I'm a kitten in a window. One he's looking at but doesn't intend to buy. I

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter -tomorrow we will run faster, stetch out our arms further...And one fine morning-So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

When I got here, I did get bored...I got more and more nervous here too, not knowing anybody. And I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did. It's the one thing I can't do.