Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.

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Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.

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I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.

IRIS MURDOCH

I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.
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Best Hate Kill Pain World
What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

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What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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Company Love Passion
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.

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The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.

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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Deep Feeling Grief Stay
Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.

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Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
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Book Feeling Start
Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.

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Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.

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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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Youth
Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.

IRIS MURDOCH

Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
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Disappoint Hope Human World
Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.

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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Extraordinary Satisfaction
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

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The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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Civilization Growth Heart Man Transportation
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.

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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Greatness Present
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.

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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.

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White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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Goodness Magic People Perfection Spiritual World World People
To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.

IRIS MURDOCH

To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
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