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3 years, 1 month ago

no one ever told me those things

We went into the city center early in the morning, dressed in our best clothes. And something happened that first of all amazed me. My father had taken on the task of tour guide. He showed our guest the Maschio Angioino, the royal palace, the statues of the kings, Castel dell’Ovo, Via Caracciolo, a…

—p.96 Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (The Neapolitan Novels, #3) by Elena Ferrante
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peremptory

I hissed and in such a peremptory tone, so clearly close to shouting, so determined to attack and to fight with all my energy, that he got up, slowly, and said with disgust

—p.82 by Elena Ferrante
notable
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precisely what it would be valuable to tell

“It’s a book that’s inspired discussion, it’s selling well.”

“So good, no?”

“Yes, but not for you. What is it that doesn’t work?”

He compressed his lips again, and made up his mind: “There’s not much depth, Elena. Behind the petty love affairs and the desire for social ascent you hide prec…

—p.79 by Elena Ferrante
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I slipped farther inside the crowded classroom

I felt different, there illegally, without the necessary credentials to shout myself, to remain inside those fumes and those odors that brought to mind, now, the odors and fumes that came from Antonio’s body, from his breath, when we embraced at the ponds. I had been too wretched, too crushed by th…

—p.70 by Elena Ferrante
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what we do not speak of even to ourselves

[...] The first questions were all about the struggles of the female character to escape the environment where she was born. Then, near the end, a girl I remember as being tall and thin asked me to explain, breaking off her phrases with nervous laughs, why I had considered it necessary to write, in…

—p.64 by Elena Ferrante