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They’re only there to wait for the men. To love them and be loved back or not — mostly not; to be beaten up or killed; to appear as a face on the wall of Meurseault’s cell.

Ahdaf Soueif

If people can write to each other across space, why can they not write across time too?
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Across Each Other People Space Write Writing
But things move on and by the time you’ve plotted your position the world around you has changed and you are running -panting- to catch up.
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Around Change Move Moving Plotted Position Running Think World
And what does the beach knows of depths, the cold, the currents just there, where-do you see it? – Where the water turns a deeper blue.
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Beach Blue Cold Current Deeper Depth Turn Water
Sometimes,because we use the same words,we assume we mean the same thing
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Assuming Mean Same Sometimes Thing Use
I now find myself looking at every sentence, every image, that purports to tell the West about the Arabs and the Muslims with this question in mind: to what extent does it feed into existing stereotypes and established prejudice?
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Doe Image Looking Mind Myself Prejudice Sentence
A shifting of responsibility? and if it is true , how much can she absorb and still remain Egypt ?
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Country Much Remain Responsibility She Shifting Still True
And you wanted to hurry him up a little so you made a move, an unmistakable move; one that nobody could pretend had been a misunderstanding. And he – he ignored it – ignored you. What would you feel?
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Hurry Ignored Little Made Misunderstanding Nobody Unmistakable Wanted
They’re only there to wait for the men. To love them and be loved back or not — mostly not; to be beaten up or killed; to appear as a face on the wall of Meurseault’s cell.
AHDAF SOUEIF

Appear Beaten Cell Face Killed Love Loved Men Mostly Wall
The white foam knows nothing better than those sands which wait for it , rise to it and suck it in .but what do the waves know of the massed, hot, still sands of the desert just twenty , no , ten feet beyond the scalloped edge ?
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Better Desert Edge Foam Nothing Scalloped Waves Whip White
I haven’t come to you only to take , I haven’t come to you empty handed : I bring you poetry as great as yours but in anther tongue , I bring you black eyes and golden skin and curly hair.
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Empty Eye Golden Great Hair Handed Only Poetry Skin Sunshine Take Tongue
You know, I’ve been thinking: all the women in the books you like — Sartre and Camus and all that — they don’t really exist. Not as people.
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Book Exist Like Man People Reading Thinking Wall
I bring you Islam and Luxor and Alexandria and Lutes and tambourines and date-palms and silk rugs and sunshine and incense and voluptuous ways.
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Bring Date Palm Rug Silk Sunshine Way
It is that happy stretch of time when the lovers set to chronicling their passion. When no glance, no tone of voice is so fleeting but it shines with significance.
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Chronicling Happy Passion Set Shining Stretch Voice
Tell me, if you thought a man had a tendresse for you, but he wasn’t doing anything about it.
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Anything Doing Little Man Moving Tell Thought
Egypt.mother of civilization, dreaming herself through the centuries. Dreaming us all, her children: those who stay and work for her and complain of her, and those who leave and yearn for her and blame her with bitterness for driving them away.
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Centuries Children Civilization Dream Dreaming Mother
She had been wrong to think it wouldn’t matter that much to him, yes,He took her for granted, of course he did , but he took her for granted – not like an old coat in the corner of a dark cupboard, as she’d put it to herself , but like the very air that he breathed .
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Air Course Dark Granted Matter Thinking Took Wrong

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