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“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.

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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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Both Maskm Unveil Write
Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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Anything Universal Beautiful Complexity Protective Simple Spider Web
The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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Communication Establish One Problem Self Whole
A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. … A writer has the duty to be good, not lousy: true, not false; lively, not dull; accurate, not full of error. He should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.
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Absorb Concern Heart Himself Stir Typewriter Writer
And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
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Addresses Again Before Down Heard Just Morning Night People Settle Voice
I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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Chicken Discourage Know Literature More
Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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Charm Condition Desirable Devotees Fatal Local Nationalism Prepossess Self Sufficiency Two
It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
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Kitchen Living Morning Room Sunday Woodshed
Prejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.
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Fact Form Get Great Opinion Prejudice Saver Time
Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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Being Close Come Democracy Formal Itself Religion Some
Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.
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Arrive Cold Extreme First General Life Problem Seem Sociability Subilious
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway?
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Friend Itself Like Tremendous Web Wove
I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
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Both Challenge Determine Get Good Time Heel Morning One World
The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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Compunction Conscience Consideration Decency Kindness Milk Moral Rat Rodent Scruples
“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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Fancy Good Morning Salutation Scream What
Oh, I never look under the hood.
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Hood never Took Under

“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.

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“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.

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