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For to love a man is not to know him but rather to not-know him. And to be loved by a man is to have succeeded in creating the object of his love, which must not then be jeopardized.
“As we are a doomed race, chained to a sinking ship, as the whole thing is a bad joke, let us, at any rate, do our part; mitigate the suffering of our fellow-prisoners; decorate the dungeon with flowers and air-cushions; be as decent as we possibly can.”
― Mrs. Dalloway
― Mrs. Dalloway
“Oh, Anne-Marie, your existence is so pure. You have your poor childhood, postcards from boys in St. Léger, your stepfather, your despair. Nothing can affect you, no revelation, no crime. You are like a sad story, like leaves in the street. You repeat yourself like a song.”
― A Sport and a Pastime
― A Sport and a Pastime
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