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Teutonic migration

The next day opened a new scene at Longbourn. Mr. Collins

Are you so severe upon your own sex as to doubt the possibility of all this?

Perhaps the mildest form of the system of slavery is to be seen in the State of Kentucky.

Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.

He made contact with the others, there must be a resistance, a government in exile. Someone must be out there, taking care of things. I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light. There must be a resistance, or where do all the criminals come from, on the television? Any

–Todos deben dejar algo al morir, decía mi abuelo. Un niño o un libro o un cuadro o una casa o una pared o un par de zapatos. O un jardín. Algo que las manos de uno han tocado de algún modo. El alma tendrá entonces adonde ir el día de la muerte, y cuando la gente mire ese árbol, o esa flor, allí estará uno. No

One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought, for the dominion I should acquire and transmit over the elemental foes of our race. As

Ni un solo instante apartó la mirada de Daisy; creo que revalorizaba todo cuanto había en su casa, de acuerdo con la medida de aprobación que leía en sus adorables pupilas. A veces miraba sus posesiones asombrado, como si en la real y sorprendente presencia de Daisy, nada fuera ya real.

How earnestly did she then wish that her former opinions had been more reasonable, her expressions more moderate! It would have spared her from explanations and professions which it was exceedingly awkward to give;

When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library - Caroline Bingley

The woman did not sob nor weep. She had gone to a place where tears are dry; but every one around her was, in some way characteristic of themselves, showing signs of hearty sympathy.

By telling you anything at all I’m at least believing in you, I believe you’re there, I believe you into being. Because I’m telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.

She did not believe he was a monster. He was not a monster, to her. 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. A big child, she would have said to herself. Her heart would have melted, she'd have smoothed the hair back from his forehead, kissed him on the ear, and not just to get something out of him either. The instinct to soothe, to make it better. There there, she'd say, as he woke from a nightmare. Things are so hard for you. All this she would have believed, because otherwise how could she have kept on living? She was very ordinary, under that beauty. She believed in decency, she was nice to the Jewish maid, or nice enough, nicer than she needed to be. Several

When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived!

Montag, os velhos que ficam em casa, receosos, cuidando de seus ossos quebradiços como casca de amendoim, não têm nenhum direito de criticar.

El ser humano perfecto debe conservar siempre la calma y la paz de espíritu y no permitir jamas que la pasión o el deseo fugaz turben su tranquilidad. No creo que perseguir el conocimiento sea una excepción. Si el estudio al que te consagras tiende a debilitar tu afecto y a destruir esos placeres sencillos en los cuales no debe intervenir aleación alguna, entonces, ese estudio es inevitablemente negativo, es decir, impropio de la mente humana.

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—to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——

Picture of perfection make me sick and wicked.

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading - Caroline Bingley