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He went to bed and slept and dreamt, I may as well make it clear at once that his story did not turn out to be a dream in the last paragraph. The division between sleeping and waking was abrupt although the feeling of both was the same.They were both in the same sphere of horrible absurdity though in the former he was asleep and in the latter almost terribly awake.He tried to be asleep several times
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— Apr 01, 2026 05:41AM
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"Five sparrows rose aloft and flew away amidst shrieks. Only five half-empty beer bottles, several chewed-on slices of bread and butter, and the fallen mandolin (a still life that left me slightly dismayed) testified that young lives had been in full flower here just a few seconds earlier."
Wolfgang Hildesheimer, 'Why I Changed into a Nightingale'
— Mar 24, 2026 05:52AM
Wolfgang Hildesheimer, 'Why I Changed into a Nightingale'
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"Mr Dombey, the zombie, took the 8.10 train every morning of the working week. On the way to London he read a newspaper, carefully digesting the spate of words so that its essence might be spewed up again later..."
Geoffrey Drayton, 'Mr Dombey, the Zombie'
— Mar 18, 2026 06:18AM
Geoffrey Drayton, 'Mr Dombey, the Zombie'
Fionnuala
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Mimi began to watch for the dawn. Their home was across the road from The Manulife Centre. Mimi's first sight of daylight always revealed the high white shape of its terraced storeys. Their own building was of modest height and colour—20 floors of smoky glass and polished brick. The shadow of the Manulife would crawl across the bedroom floor and climb the wall behind her, grey with fatigue and cold.
T Findley, Dreams
— Mar 12, 2026 08:26AM
T Findley, Dreams
Fionnuala
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What was the matter with Charles? What was he afraid of? And why should I be feeling in the most extraordinary way that life was a crust upon which we all moved perilously? The barman, a placid crust walker, set a new drink down in front of me and said something about the weather. I answered him eagerly, diving into the sunny sanctuary of platitude. It did me good—until Charles came back.
P McDonald, Private—Keep Out
— Mar 11, 2026 09:41AM
P McDonald, Private—Keep Out
Fionnuala
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"In answer to my advertisement, a motionless young man one morning stood upon my office threshold, the door being open, for it was summer. I can see that figure now—pallidly neat, pitiably respectable, incurable forlorn. After a few words touching his qualifications, I engaged him, glad to have among my corps of copyists a man of so singuarly sedate an aspect..."
Herman Melville
— Mar 09, 2026 08:55AM
Herman Melville
Fionnuala
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"No one appreciates the mystery of life more than I do; but when the mystery involves such a doubt of oneself, I find it pleasanter to forget. Naturally, I do not want to believe the story. If I did I should know myself to be some kind of human horror. And the terror of it all lies in the fact that I may never know precisely what kind…"
J.D. Beresford, The Misanthrope
— Mar 07, 2026 06:28AM
J.D. Beresford, The Misanthrope
Fionnuala
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"The window was open so the skinny bird flew in. Flappity-flap with its wings. That's how it goes. It's open, you're in. Closed, you're out and that's your fate. The window was in Harry Cohen's apartment near the East River. On a rod on the wall hung an escaped canary cage, its door wide open, but this skinny bird landed if not smack on Cohen's lamb chop, at least on the table close by."
Bernard Malamud, The Jewbird
— Mar 06, 2026 07:19AM
Bernard Malamud, The Jewbird
Fionnuala
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"But who gives it? And to whom is it given?...For months he has helped her with the breathing exercises, pressing on her knee as recommended by the book, and he will be present at the delivery. Perhaps it's to him that the birth will be given, in the same sense that one gives a performance..."
Margaret Atwood, 'Giving Birth'
— Mar 05, 2026 03:45AM
Margaret Atwood, 'Giving Birth'
Fionnuala
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"A delicate and powerful instrument, it possesses hinges, pincers, tongs, hooks...cushions, valleys, hillocks...It is a marvelous flower with five petals that open and close like a sensitive plant at the slightest provocation! Is five an essential number in the universal harmonies? Does it belong to the order of the dog rose, the forget-me-not, the scarlet pimpernel?"
Alfonso Reyes, Major Aranda's ( what?)
— Jan 17, 2026 07:16AM
Alfonso Reyes, Major Aranda's ( what?)
Fionnuala
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The carriage door stuck as usual; at the other end of the train the big hat chief leaned on the red button and the compressed air squirted in the tubes. A strained to force the two panels apart. Drops of grey sweat zigzagged across his face like flies. The train was about to start when the chief released the button. A almost lost his balance as the door suddenly gave way and he stumbled down
Boris Vian The Dead Fish
— Jan 16, 2026 06:13AM
Boris Vian The Dead Fish
