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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

Evelyn Waugh

Remember that, however patient your study, you will never in adult life learn any language perfectly; the best you can hope for is to be a bore.
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Adult Best Boredom Education Hope Language Life Patience Perfection Remember Study Yourself
You have no idea how much nastier I would be if I was not a Catholic. Without supernatural aid I would hardly be a human being.
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Hard Human Ideas Myself Power Religious
All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I’d sooner go to my dentist any day.
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Happiness Myself Sleep Togetherness
Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.
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Active Age Comfortable Company Philosophy Young
There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.
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Evil Greatness Oneself World
Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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Hide Orphan Storm
Conversation should be like juggling; up go the balls and plates, up and over, in and out, good solid objects that glitter in the footlights and fall with a bang if you miss them.
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Conversation Goodness Missing Yourself
I’m quite deaf now; such a comfort.
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Comfortable Deaf Myself Quite
Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.
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Meaning Vulgar Word
Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.
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Character Let Go Mischief Need Yourself
We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them…
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Ability Cherish Friendship Ourselves
I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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Amusement Myself Personality Yourself
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
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Answer Desire Desperate Emotion Hate Identity Love Name Philosophy Yourself
Here I am,’ I thought, ‘back from the jungle, back from the ruins. Here, where wealth is no longer gorgeous and power has no dignity.
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Dignity Forest Myself Power Ruin Thinking
When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.
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Argument Limitation Ourselves
Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic – that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.
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Character Food Soft Warm

Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

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