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Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.

Barbara Pym

Of course it’s all right for librarians to smell of drink.
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Drink Librarian Smell
There are no sick people in North Oxford. They are either dead or alive. It’s sometimes difficult to tell the difference, that’s all.
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Differences Oxford People
Life is cruel and we do terrible things to each other.
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Cruel Life Terrible
The burden of keeping three people in toilet paper seemed to me rather a heavy one.
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Paper People Three
What a good thing there is no marriage or giving in marriage in the after-life; it will certainly help to smooth things out.
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Giving Good Helping Things
I imagine the proverb about too many cooks spoiling the broth can be applied to writing as well as anything else. The poetical or literary broth is better cooked by one person.
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Cooks Imagine Writing
There are various ways of mending a broken heart, but perhaps going to a learned conference is one of the more unusual.
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Broken Heart Way
My thoughts went round and round and it occurred to me that if I ever wrote a novel it would be of the ‘stream of consciousness’ type and deal with an hour in the life of a woman at the sink.
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Consciousness Hours Novel Occur Stream
I love Evensong. There’s something sad and essentially English about it.
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English Essential Even Love Something Song
Dulcie always found a public library a little upsetting, for one saw so many odd people there.
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Library People Upset
I pulled myself up and told myself to stop these ridiculous thoughts, wondering why it is that we can never stop trying to analyse the motives of people who have no personal interest in us, in the vain hope of finding that perhaps they may have just a little after all.
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May People Trying
I was so astonished that I could think of nothing to say, but wondered irrelevantly if I was to be caught with a teapot in my hand on every dramatic occasion.
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Dramatic Hands Thinking
How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.
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Absurd Love Trying
Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.
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Lonely Men Self
I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.
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Encouragement might Unrequited Love
I stretched out my hand towards the little bookshelf where I kept cookery and devotional books, the most comfortable bedside reading.
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Book Hand Reading
The small things of life were often so much bigger than the great things . . . the trivial pleasure like cooking, one’s home, little poems especially sad ones, solitary walks, funny things seen and overheard.
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Cooking Funny Home Things
You know Mildred would never do anything wrong or foolish. I reflected a little sadly that this was only too true and hoped I did not appear too much that kind of person to others. Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but it can sometimes be a little depressing.
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Anything Appear Depressing Foolish Littles Wrong
Perhaps I need some shattering experience to awaken and inspire me, or at least to give me some emotion to recollect in tranquility. But how to get it? Sit here and wait for it or go out and seek it? . . . I expect it will be sit and wait.
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Giving Inspire Waiting
Oh, this coming back to an empty house,’ Rupert thought, when he had seen her safely up to her door. People – though perhaps it was only women – seemed to make so much of it. As if life itself were not as empty as the house one was coming back to.
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Doors House People
She had always been an unashamed reader of novels.
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Always Novel Reader Unashamed
Novel writing is a kind of private pleasure, even if nothing comes of it in worldly terms.
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Kind Pleasure Writing
It was odd how one found oneself making trivial conversation on important occasions. Perhaps it was because one could not say what was really in one’s mind.
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Important Mind Odd
There are some things too dreadful to be revealed, and it is even more dreadful how, in spite of our better instincts,we long to know about them.
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Instinct Long Spite

Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.

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Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.

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