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The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.

E. M. Forster

What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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Convention Great Literature Man Read Toward Transform Wonderful Wrote
At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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Attain Book Collective Curtain Dignity Drawn Ficker Fire Night
One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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Accustomed Advice Being Blame Grow One Praise Understand Unusual
Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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Feed Long Nothing Run Shape Some Spoon Teach
It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.
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Barem Toom Bright Clean Country Floor Paint People Person Pleasant Tile Wake
So I shan’t ever marry, for there aren’t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say ‘Jack Robinson.
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Away Certainty Country Men People Person Run Shall
There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
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Happen Horrified Human Insincere Myself Nothing Period Slumber Thrill
Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend.
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Again Happen Nearly Nothing Period Pleasure Pretend Register Thrill
Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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After Death Give Tend Thank You
Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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Better Only Science Sympathy
When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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Back Come May You
Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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Adventure Occur Punctually
Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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Appropriate Consider Give Life Movement never Us Want
It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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Beautiful Embankment Fastening Hill Opposite Pinch Pleasant Road Tree Unfamiliar Wide
Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
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Apply Faith Mental Mind Ought Possible Process Sort Starch Stiffening Straight
I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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Down Irritate Like Paper People Person Think Three Type

The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.

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The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.

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