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"A general flavour of mild decay but nothing local as one may say."
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"A few fires flickered, plumes of dark smoke marring the ruby sky."
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"The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today."
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"A general flavour of mild decay but nothing local as one may say."
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"Mandy loved the smell of a sunny day after a night of rain. The sun hit the orange puddles, the overgrown, soft, green grass on her lawn, and it beamed down through the orange steel mill smog, sending otherworldly, bizarre shadows across the concrete sidewalk."
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"Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open, listening to the discourse of two amorous thrushes."
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"The smog curled between the streetlamps and the spokes of the wrought iron framework. It seemed through your body and into your bones."
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"The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them."
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"Wendy's house, unlike many in Cape Breton, had three floors, along with a basement and attic. Aside from Wendy's bedroom, there was a laundry room. The dirty water in the sink would rush from the washer hose, bubbling up, threatening to overflow, but it never did. Next-door was a motel with a neon sign that read in turquoise and pink, "We have the best rates in town!, but the 'E' in 'rates' kept flickering on and off day and night so that every few seconds it would switch to, "We have the best rats in town!"
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"What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . .What a soft thoughtful time.In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color."
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"The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it."
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"The advice of the elders to young men is very apt to be as unreal as a list of the hundred best books."
Man
"Stupidity often saves a man from going mad."
Man
"But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold."
Friendship
"The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer."
Love
"Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?"
Home
"A thought is often original, though you have uttered it a hundred times."
Thought
"The main part of intellectual education is not the acquisition of facts but learning how to make facts live."
Education
"A person is always startled when he hears himself called old for the first time."
Time
"Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man's upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground floor."
Science
"Simple people... are very quick to see the live facts which are going on about them."
People
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