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Dracula (1931), meanwhile, was specifically targeted at women, positioned as a dark, doomed and ‘strange’ love story, promising a dangerous kind of titillation. It was released on Valentine’s Day and made Bela Lugosi into a bona fide sex symbol, setting up Dracula as an erotic icon far removed from the pointy-eared creature in Nosferatu.

As they carried on along and met more people Furlong did and did not know, he found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another? Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?

"The menu was ambitious in conception, and Mary seemed to have taken a perverse pleasure in seeing how best she could alternate undercooking and overcooking."

To have a place tainted like that…it’s another violation on top of the original one. It happens all the time—you go walking somewhere, or swimming or running—whatever it is, your thing, the thing you enjoy—you go to a place, and it’s beautiful and unspoiled, and you are doing that thing you love, and then someone—not always a man, I suppose, but usually a man—comes along and transforms it into an ugly place.

Huvitav, millal inimesed lakkasid hoolimast, millised asjad välja näevad. Millal läbimõeldud disain tähtsusetuks muutus? Kas ühel päeval kogunes enamik ehitajaid ja disainereid kokku ja otsustas, et sitta kah? Sel pole enam tähtsust. Keda huvitab? Seinad, katus, uks, aknad (võib-olla) ja muud polegi vaja. Selles suhtes, et päriselt ka.. Sitta kah. Siin on teile üks hoone, pange lihtsalt asjad sisse ja müüge see maha.

Ma vihkan seda, et maailm on muutunud nii argiseks. Väga paljud inimesed kannavad õhtul linna peale minnes või teatris samu riideid, mida nad kannavad kodus, ja enamasti on need T-särk ja teksad või suisa dressipüksid. [---] Vaadakem tõele näkku: tänapäeva täiskasvanud käivad riides nagu lapsed.

See peab olema viimane Joona Linna raamat, sest ma päriselt ka ei suuda neid enam lugeda, aga ma mingist masohhislikust huvist alati võtan lõpuks värskeima kätte, kuigi ma kahetsen seda pärast... Nagu.. 21. peatükk - mis siin toimub?!

"JOONA LINNA ON TAGASI!" - nomaitea... Äkki laseks tal lõpuks rahus olla...

"I don’t think they’re a bunch of freeloaders and immigrants and miscreants and deadbeats, all expendable and unsalvageable. My ex-husband, who works for an oil company and lives in Patagonia, tells me that the neighbors are just afraid. I tell him that fascism generally starts with fear and then turns into hatred."

I try to avoid stereotypes, but in the case of the Hansen family they literally were inbred rednecks.

Sultanil on uutmoodi sõjamasinad, mis purustavad müüre, nagu oleksid need õhust tehtud.
"Sa tahad öelda, et ungarlasel on ükskõik, milleks tema masinaid kasutatakse?"
- "Maailmas on palju inimesi," vastab Himerius, "kellel on ükskõik, milleks nende masinaid kasutatakse. Peaasi, et nemad tasu saavad."

"Hoidla," lausub ta viimaks. "Kas sa seda sõna tead? Puhkepaik. Tekst - raamat - on puhkepaik nende inimeste mälestustele, kes elasid kunagi varem. Sedasi saab mälestus alles jääda, kui hind on edasi rännanud."

"Across the Baltic Sea in Finland, there is the Joulupukki or “Yule buck,” also
once represented by a draped performer holding or wearing what looked like a goat head. This sometimes frightening gift-bringer over the years became strangely intermingled and finally more or less replaced by a figure mostly identical with the more benevolent American Santa Claus." - hahaaaaa!

"Oddly enough, most of these Habergeiß lookalikes are found far to the
North, nearer the North Sea and especially the Baltic coastal regions that were once part of the German Empire." - meie jõulusoku esivanem ilmselt.

"Ma arvan, et meil on liigina kange tahtmine uskuda, et me elame loo kulminatsioonis. See on omamoodi nartsissism. Me tahame uskuda, et oleme harukordselt tähtsad, et me elame ajaloo lõpus... [---]."

Nende jõulude kohustuslik kirjandus. :)

Nende pikkade lausete ja lõppematute kirjelduste lugemine on umbes sama vaevaline kui laevameeskonnal mööda jääd rändamine. Tahtsin siia kopeerida lausenäidet, aga Goodreadsi tähemärgid said otsa...

Feyre is being fucking roofied by Rhysand! Te ei saa mulle öelda, et see on romantiline! See ei ole okei, kui sa abiellud inimesega, kes sulle nädalate viisi korgijooki andis ning alandas!

"Oh course," he said coolly. "How else would I know if anyone touches you?"
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"And, Feyre," he added, his voice a caressing murmur, "I don't like my belongings tampered with."

Hööökhh!

Nüüd me oleme Kaunitarist ja Koletisest edasi liikunud Tuhkatriinu kannatuste juurde!

The amount of growling and snarling...