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I wondered if anybody had ever called her ma’am or Miss Mayella in her life; probably not, as she took offense to routine courtesy. What on earth was her life like?

He was generally disappointed by the new novels of the early postwar years: There was a terrible sameness about books being published and I almost stopped reading as well as writing.

altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out,

Den Mann nenne mir, Muse, den vielgewandten, der gar viel umgetriebenwurde, nachdem er Trojas heilige Stadt zerstörte. Von vielen Menschen sah erdie Städte und lernte kennen ihre Sinnesart; viel auch erlitt er Schmerzen aufdem Meer in seinem Gemüte, während er sein Leben zu gewinnen suchte wieauch die Heimkehr der Gefährten. Jedoch er rettete auch so nicht die Gefährten,so sehr er es begehrte. Selber nämlich durch ihre eignen Freveltaten verdarbensie, die Toren, die die Rinder des Sohns der Höhe, Helios, verzehrten. Der abernahm ihnen den Tag der Heimkehr. Davon – du magst beginnen, wo es sein mag– Göttin, Tochter des Zeus! sage auch uns!

He was no longer a thing to me. That was the problem. I realized it that night, and the realization has stayed with me. It complicates. Serena

It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavours, in the air or on the tongue, half-colours, too many. But if you happen to be a man, sometimes in the future, and you've made it this far, please remember: you will never be subjected to the temptation of feeling you must forgive, a man, as a woman. It's difficult to resist, believe me. But remember that forgiveness too is power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. (p.208-209)

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind...

It is a compliment which I never pay to any place

I am sick of Mr. Bingley," cried his wife.

There's something in our world that makes men lose their heads--they couldn't be fair if they tried.

soon as rosy-fingered morning came forth from the first grey dawn,

You can’t help what you feel, Moira once said, but you can help how you behave. Which

His approbation laps me like a warm bath. I sense in him none of the animosity I used to sense in men, even in Luke sometimes. He's not saying bitch in his head.

Sé que usted desea que diga que sí para gozar el placer de despreciar mi gusto; pero una de mis aficiones es impedir tales bochornos y defraudar a aquellos que pretenden despreciarme.

and the respect which he felt for her high rank, and his veneration for her as his patroness, mingling with a very good opinion of himself, of his authority as a clergyman, and his right as a rector, made him altogether a mixture of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance and humility.

Boo Radley,

This water was very different from any ordinary food. It was born from the walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of carrying him in my arms. It did the heart good, like a present. When I was a little boy, the lights of the Christmas tree, the music of the midnight mass, the sweetness of people's smiles, all formed part of the radiance of the Christmas gifts I received.

the motives of the writer form as important an ingredient in the analysis or his history, as the facts he records. Probability is a powerful and troublesome test; and it is by this troublesome standard that a large portion of historical evidence is sifted.

O que você não souber, não lhe trará sofrimento.

Nevertheless Moira was our fantasy. We hugged her to us, she was with us in secret, a giggle; she was lava beneath the crust of daily life. In the light of Moira, the Aunts were less fearsome and more absurd. Their power had a flaw to it. They could be shanghaied in toilets. The audacity was what we liked. We