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The Adventures of Ferdinand Count Fathom (Penguin Classics)

by Tobias Smollett

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Sep 02, 2026 03:10PM

Bob’s Quotes

“There's a special dispensation in the sensuousness of an unshared bed, at least for a while, until sleeping alone begins to assume its own quiet sadness.”
― Ian McEwan, Machines like Me

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“He is full of purpose, but void of the quality of mind which accomplishes purpose.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Coleridge on Shakespeare

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“She felt like fastening little labels on the furniture: Lady Louise Carrington Lounge Chair, Last used August 1923. Not for the benefit of posterity: but to remove her own self into another world, another realm of existence.”
― D.H. Lawrence, St. Mawr / The Man Who Died

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“Sometimes, a preconceived opinion will make us overlook the obvious. This is a frightening thing. We call it common sense but it often leaves us with a blind spot. Even if something appears to be obvious one should investigate, objectively, to make absolutely sure.”
― Seichō Matsumoto, Tokyo Express

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“I sat at my ease, even somnolently, as I steered with one finger and slowly drove through Berlin, down quiet, cold, whispering streets; and so it went on and on, until I noticed that I had left Berlin behind. The colors of the day were reduced to a mere two: black (the pattern of the bare trees, the asphalt) and whitish (the sky, the patches of snow). It continued, my sleepy transportation.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Despair

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