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“Everything is possible,” said Monte Cristo, rising from the bench on which he had been sitting; “even,” he added in an inaudible voice, “even that the procureur be not dead.”
yeah from what albert said I didn’t think he was. poor assunta tho. and caderousse ofc ruining his good fortune

”And Mercédès raised her fine eyes to heaven with so fervent an expression of gratitude, that the count fancied he saw tears in them. M. de Morcerf approached her.”
oooooh

“I do not carry brutalism so far. Everyone who surrounds me is free to quit me, and when they leave me will no longer have any need of me or anyone else; it is for that reason, perhaps, that they do not quit me.”
hmmm

”he remarked that his companion did not pay the least regard to them, but on the contrary ate like a man who for the last four or five months had been condemned to partake of Italian cookery—that is, the worst in the world.”
lol now that’s a controversial take

this whole chapter was such a side quest

’The pistol fell from his hands.
“My father!” cried the young girl, out of breath, and half dead with joy—“saved, you are saved!” And she threw herself into his arms, holding in her extended hand a red, netted silk purse.’
dantés you’re cutting it too close

”‘If you ever see my Edmond again, tell him I die blessing him.’”
The abbé rose from his chair, made two turns round the chamber, and pressed his trembling hand against his parched throat.
“And you believe he died——”
“Of hunger, sir, of hunger”
this is so sad

wow so they were just going to throw faria into the sea

“Yes, his father,” replied the abbé; “his right name was Noirtier de Villefort.”
well now he knows it all

“true, if this person were not on his guard, as he is;” and he added with a smile, “He will consequently make a few changes in his personal appearance.” At these words he rose, and put off his frock-coat and cravat, went towards a table on which lay his son’s toilet articles, lathered his face, took a razor, and, with a firm hand, cut off the compromising whiskers.

“The usurper landed in France, near Antibes, in the Gulf of Juan, two hundred and fifty leagues from Paris, on the 1st of March, and you only acquired this information today, the 3rd of March! Well, sir, what you tell me is impossible. You must have received a false report, or you have gone mad.”
“Alas, sire, it is but too true!”
lol

“Oh, if he knows the contents of this!” murmured he, “and that Noirtier is the father of Villefort, I am lost!”
more like poor dantes is done for now

"He told me the future no longer needed his physical presence," Tandis had reported. "When he left me. He called back. 'Now I am free' were his words."

”Scytale rebounded from the wall; he fell face forward, dead before he touched the floor.
Still through the eyes in the creche, Paul watched the faces in the room turn toward his eyeless figure, read the combined shock. Then Alia rushed to the creche, bent over it and hid the view from him.”

"Yes, I am Duncan."
"Of course you are! This was the moment when you came back. We'll go inside now."

"They've blinded my body, but not my vision," Paul said. "Ah, Stil, I live in an apocalyptic dream. My steps fit into it so precisely that I fear most of all I will grow bored reliving the thing so exactly."

"He always speaks thus," Otheym apologized.
"I don't speak," Bijaz said. "I operate a machine called language. It creaks and groans, but is mine own."
[…]
"You are much more than the base Usul. You're the Atreides Emperor, Paul Muad'dib. And you are my finger." He held up the index finger of his right hand.
"Bijaz!" Dhuri snapped. "You tempt fate."
"I tempt my finger”
lol

”Where had he put his foot on the path that led to this journey across a crowded square on a planet so far from Caladan? Had he really put his foot on a path? […] He had the heady feeling here that he might still avoid the fate he could see so clearly along this path. But the crowd pushed him forward and he experienced the dizzy sense that he had lost his way, lost personal direction over his life.”

”He would make the Bene Gesserit party to an act which would bring down popular wrath... were it ever discovered. They could not admit such paternity if the Emperor denied it. This coin might save the Atreides genes for the Sisterhood, but it would never buy a throne.”

"But why were you trained and given to us?" Paul asked.
Hayt pursed his lips, then: "They intend me to destroy you."

”As the ecological pattern dictated by Muad'dib remade the planet's landscape, human resistance increased. Was it not presumptuous, he wondered, to think he could make over an entire planet - everything growing where and how he told it to grow? Even if he succeeded, what of the universe waiting out there? Did it fear similar treatment?”

"A child for her could mean your death," Paul said. "You know the plotting in this place."

”Not for you,” Lila replies ardently, “you’re my brilliant friend, you have to be the best of all, boys and girls.”

disgusting man

“Look what he wrote to me,” she said, and handed me the book.
It was Attempts at Serenity, by Donato Sarratore. The dedication read: “To darling Nella, and to her jams.”
lol this guy again

”Lila answered with equal tranquility that rather than be engaged to Marcello Solara and marry him she would go and drown herself in the pond. A great quarrel arose, but she didn’t change her mind.”

”Sometimes, when no one was home, Lila went into the little room where she had hidden the shoes and touched them, looked at them, marveled to herself that for good or ill there they were and had come into being as the result of a design on a sheet of graph paper. How much wasted work.”

”To go out with her on Sunday became a permanent point of tension. If someone looked at her she returned the look. If someone said something to her, she stopped, bewildered, as if she couldn’t believe he was talking to her, and sometimes she responded, curious. Especially since—something very unusual—men almost never addressed to her the obscenities that they almost always had for us.” ofc

”It was an instant. Lila, half the size of him, pushed him against the car and whipped the shoemaker’s knife under his throat.
She said calmly, in dialect, “Touch her again and I’ll show you what happens.”
dang lila

“What do I care,” she said. “I don’t have it because I don’t want to, it makes me sick. And anyone who has it makes me sick.”
lol kids