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Vosotros los jóvenes no sabéis apreciar las cosas, proseguía. No sabéis lo que hemos tenido que pasar para lograr que estéis donde estáis. Míralo, es él quien pela las zanahorias. ¿Sabéis cuántas vidas de mujeres, cuántos cuerpos de mujeres han tenido que arrollar los tanques para llegar a esta situación?La cocina es mi pasatiempo predilecto, decía Luke. Disfruto cocinando.Un pasatiempo muy original, replicaba mi madre. No tienes por qué darme explicaciones. En otros tiempos no te habrían permitido tener semejante pasatiempo, te habrían llamado marica.Vamos, madre, le decía yo. No discutamos por tonterías.Tonterías, repetía amargamente. Las llamas tonterías. Veo que no entiendes. No entiendes nada de lo que estoy diciendo.

Primroses and landscapes, he pointed out, have one grave defect: they are gratuitous. A love of nature keeps no factories busy. It was decided to abolish the love of nature, at any rate among the lower classes; to abolish the love of nature, but not the tendency to consume transport. For of course it was essential that they should keep on going to the country, even though they hated it.

...they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.

loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable; that one false step involves her in endless ruin; that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful; and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex.

Del pasado no tiene usted que recordar más que lo placentero.

Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I’d have the facts.

  For now, and since first break of dawne the Fiend,   Meer Serpent in appearance, forth was come,   And on his Quest, where likeliest he might finde   The onely two of Mankinde, but in them   The whole included Race, his purposd prey.

Ah, my dear! Let this be a lesson to you never to lose your temper!' 'Hold your tongue, Ma!' said the young Crab, a little snappishly. 'You're enough to try the patience of an oyster!' 'I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!' said Alice aloud, addressing nobody in particular.

Cresceva, dentro al cortile, un tronco d’olivo dalle foglie sottili, rigoglioso, fiorente, largo come una colonna. Intorno a questo io eressi il talamo, che feci con pietre fittamente connesse e ricoprii con il tetto ben fatto; e la porta applicai, solida e salda. Poi recisi la chioma dell’olivo dalle foglie sottili, il tronco sgrossai dalla radice, lo piallai tutt’intorno con l’ascia di bronzo, abilmente, lo livellai a filo di squadra e ricavai una base che lavorai tutta a traforo. Cominciando da questa levigavo anche il letto, ornandolo d’oro, d’argento, d’avorio.

Escolhi o arrependimento com o qual poderia viver melhor, só isso. Escolhi a vida à qual pertencia.

Probably he had some endearing trait: he whistled, offkey, in the shower, he had a yen for truffles, he called his dog Liebchen and made it sit up for little pieces of raw steak. How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all. What an available temptation.

the silver pepper of the stars.

El ceder sin convicción no habla en favor del entendimiento de ninguno de los dos .

And is this all?" cried Elizabeth. "I expected at least that the pigs were got into the garden, and here is nothing but Lady Catherine and her daughter.

A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself. We

Actually, he was a very warm, compassionate man who never stopped feeling sorry for himself.Why me? was his constant lament, and the question was a good one.

  Hee boulder now, uncall'd before her stood;   But as in gaze admiring: Oft he bowd   His turret Crest, and sleek enamel'd Neck,   Fawning, and lick'd the ground whereon she trod.

A hopeless exile from his native home, From death alone exempt—but cease to mourn; Let all combine to achieve his wish'd return; Neptune atoned, his wrath shall now refrain, Or thwart the synod of the gods in vain.

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum' - 'Não permita que os bastardos reduzam você a cinzas'.

Does he know I’m here, alive, that I’m thinking about him? I have to believe so. In reduced circumstances you have to believe all kinds of things. I believe in thought transference now, vibrations in the ether, that sort of junk. I never used to.