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What about it?
You remember I told you about the nuclear reactor here?
The years there were marked by drought or great rain, vintage, weather, harvest, rather than by the events of history.
The magic of names still held minds enchanted.
Je n’ai jamais rien fait qu’attendre devant la porte fermée.
Très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard.
I don’t know. It would. But we don’t know what’s possible.
You’re crazy, what did you do that for?
It seemed somehow to complicate things.
That was not humility.
You take yourself with yourself.
Why don’t they get up and go somewhere?
Why did they make so much fuss?
He won’t stop talking.
It isn’t like anything else.
He had not thought that he had any answers.
What did you do it for?
His face were as indifferent as stone.
His silence was grand and oppressive.
Your mind and your heart reject it.
So it didn’t matter, I thought. It was silly to think about.
There was nothing extraordinary in this.
The voice had a few other things to say.
All the characters in my dreams have quiet voices.
The time of man is too brief a period to deserve more than incidental recording.
It was a world of absolutes. It held no intermediate shades, neither of sound nor of colour.
Whoever heard of Destiny with pliers in his hand?
We cannot help, but we can watch.
We laid down our weapons and rested under the trees.
He was thinking many things.
He was not asleep; he was only idle.
Mais il était léger, d’une légèreté sans remède.
La fraîcheur de l’eau salée ensuite.
L’habitude en eût eu rapidement raison.
Comment aurais-je pu être une grande âme ?
He couldn’t see where he was going.
You feel as though you had made a personal discovery.
I wish I did know. I’ll probably never know.
I haven’t seen you for a couple of weeks.
He knew he would never forget her.
Why? Don’t you trust my driving?
It was the threat of force that you heard.
You mustn’t ask questions when you were a guest in someone else’s house.
It was like a dance, a crazy kind of dance.
You’re drunk now.
Pain in it, regret in it, a wail in it.
But you came back here, anyway?
I love you. All my life I’ve loved you. And always will.
Maybe we can work out something.
She polished one pane of glass over and over.
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