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Cindy Lou Poquette
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I thoroughly enjoy her presentations of place, people and feelings. I have saved this to read for about twenty years. 1957 copy
— Mar 26, 2025 05:58AM
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Jonathan
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"he jumped to his feet, snatched up a cork and rubbed the window with it to imitate a pizzicato on the double-bass. So does the Satyr, erect on his goat legs, his eyes fire between the twisted thorns, pluck his favourite briar from the thicket. Debussy had something of the followers of Pan."
— Nov 13, 2016 06:40PM
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"he jumped to his feet, snatched up a cork and rubbed the window with it to imitate a pizzicato on the double-bass. So does the Satyr, erect on his goat legs, his eyes fire between the twisted thorns, pluck his favourite briar from the thicket. Debussy had something of the followers of Pan."
Jonathan
is on page 100 of 272

"her eyes' sad infinity, a long-drawn, unhappy smile, all the pathetic appeals that contradicted her diabolic eyebrows, her dancing ankles, restless as a mountain goat's, the sudden jerks and snake-twists of her tiny waist, and that proclaimed, luminous and moist and tender, that the soul of Polaire had got into the wrong body."
— Nov 13, 2016 11:08AM
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"her eyes' sad infinity, a long-drawn, unhappy smile, all the pathetic appeals that contradicted her diabolic eyebrows, her dancing ankles, restless as a mountain goat's, the sudden jerks and snake-twists of her tiny waist, and that proclaimed, luminous and moist and tender, that the soul of Polaire had got into the wrong body."
Jonathan
is on page 100 of 272

"her eyes' sad infinity, a long-drawn, unhappy smile, all the pathetic appeals that contradicted her diabolic eyebrows, her dancing ankles, restless as a mountain goat's, the sudden jerks and snake-twists of her tiny waist, and that proclaimed, luminous and moist and tender, that the soul of Polar had got into the wrong body."
— Nov 13, 2016 11:06AM
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"her eyes' sad infinity, a long-drawn, unhappy smile, all the pathetic appeals that contradicted her diabolic eyebrows, her dancing ankles, restless as a mountain goat's, the sudden jerks and snake-twists of her tiny waist, and that proclaimed, luminous and moist and tender, that the soul of Polar had got into the wrong body."
Jonathan
is on page 74 of 272
My Apprenticeships: This is essential after reading the Claudine books. She disenchants them, but weaves a new one.
— Nov 12, 2016 05:59AM
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