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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.
There were so many things she hadn’t said to him.
It was going to take a long time to get out.
He held it up and studied it, surprised.
He looked at it in surprise.
She examined this train of thought with care.
And thinking about it that way, she was frightened by her own audacity.
Perhaps that was one way of fighting back.
He said something, but she couldn’t hear what it was.
Because thoughts were real.
Are you threatening me?
He strode forward, as if trampling his doubts underfoot.
We’re going to make this thing happen.
I’m ready either way.
I can do what I bloody well like!
Why do we do the things we do?
I think about time because I don’t understand it.
You really might do this for me?
They could do some line-dancing and other things together. It would be fun!
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