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"He rambled on. Between narcoleptic fits, Gabriel vaguely heard, as a hum, Mugrabin’s story as it unrolled its slimy meanderings. As was to be expected from a man with a supposedly long habit of clandestinity and false identity, his outpouring soon took on the proportions of a flood." — Aug 31, 2013 07:55AM
"He rambled on. Between narcoleptic fits, Gabriel vaguely heard, as a hum, Mugrabin’s story as it unrolled its slimy meanderings. As was to be expected from a man with a supposedly long habit of clandestinity and false identity, his outpouring soon took on the proportions of a flood." — Aug 31, 2013 07:55AM
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Off-the-cuff and unjustly doing:
"Cloaked in a residue of fog that neither dissipated nor densened into rain, somewhat defeated because of a torpid sirocco more atmosphere than wind, dozing in a past grand and splendid and surely also immodest verging ...more "
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"Lui perde la voglia di gridare. Certo che non lo ama. Come potrebbe amare, lei, un uomo simile. Sta con lui per onesta convenienza, diciamo, e può anche essere che la figlia sia nata per una convenienza altrettanto onesta. Lei ha il dono di rendere onesto tutto ciò che fa, ma lui non si sente più d’aggredirla, per questo, visto che l’onestà non le risparmia certo giuste dosi di umiliazione e sofferenza." — May 11, 2013 08:20AM
"Lui perde la voglia di gridare. Certo che non lo ama. Come potrebbe amare, lei, un uomo simile. Sta con lui per onesta convenienza, diciamo, e può anche essere che la figlia sia nata per una convenienza altrettanto onesta. Lei ha il dono di rendere onesto tutto ciò che fa, ma lui non si sente più d’aggredirla, per questo, visto che l’onestà non le risparmia certo giuste dosi di umiliazione e sofferenza." — May 11, 2013 08:20AM
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update: Joyce' Finnegans Wake is given very interesting treatment in Verbivoracious Festschrift Volume Three: The SyllabusThe problem with Finn Egan[apostrophedie]s Splashy Fest-o-the-Dye Inn is muchly how there is to admire and lake, and how much to ...more "
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"Eiskaffier said (Louigi’s, you know that man’s, brillant savourain): Mon foie, you wish to ave some homelette, yes, lady? Good, mein leber! Your hegg he must break himself. See, I crack, so, he sit in the poele, umbedimbt! A perspirer (over sixty) who was keeping up his tennises panted he kne ho har twa to clect infamatios but a diffpair flannels climb wall and trespassing on doorbell." — May 11, 2013 08:10AM
"Eiskaffier said (Louigi’s, you know that man’s, brillant savourain): Mon foie, you wish to ave some homelette, yes, lady? Good, mein leber! Your hegg he must break himself. See, I crack, so, he sit in the poele, umbedimbt! A perspirer (over sixty) who was keeping up his tennises panted he kne ho har twa to clect infamatios but a diffpair flannels climb wall and trespassing on doorbell." — May 11, 2013 08:10AM
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“With me, travelling is frankly a vice. The temptation to indulge in it is one which I find almost as hard to resist as the temptation to read promiscuously, omnivorously and without purpose. From time to time, it is true, I make a desperate resolution to mend my ways. I sketch out programmes of useful, serious reading; I try to turn my rambling voyages into systematic tours through the history of art and civilization. But without much success. After a little I relapse into my old bad ways. Deplorable weakness! I try to comfort myself with the hope that even my vices may be of some profit to me.”
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“[On Chopin's Preludes:]
"His genius was filled with the mysterious sounds of nature, but transformed into sublime equivalents in musical thought, and not through slavish imitation of the actual external sounds. His composition of that night was surely filled with raindrops, resounding clearly on the tiles of the Charterhouse, but it had been transformed in his imagination and in his song into tears falling upon his heart from the sky. ... The gift of Chopin is [the expression of] the deepest and fullest feelings and emotions that have ever existed. He made a single instrument speak a language of infinity. He could often sum up, in ten lines that a child could play, poems of a boundless exaltation, dramas of unequalled power.”
― Story of My Life: The Autobiography of George Sand
"His genius was filled with the mysterious sounds of nature, but transformed into sublime equivalents in musical thought, and not through slavish imitation of the actual external sounds. His composition of that night was surely filled with raindrops, resounding clearly on the tiles of the Charterhouse, but it had been transformed in his imagination and in his song into tears falling upon his heart from the sky. ... The gift of Chopin is [the expression of] the deepest and fullest feelings and emotions that have ever existed. He made a single instrument speak a language of infinity. He could often sum up, in ten lines that a child could play, poems of a boundless exaltation, dramas of unequalled power.”
― Story of My Life: The Autobiography of George Sand
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