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how my life stands round about this fruit

As he thinks this, the recluse in his night, thinks it and understands, he notices a plate with fruit on the window-seat. Involuntarily he takes an apple from it and lays it before him on the table. How my life stands round about this fruit, he thinks. Around all that is finished that which has sti…

—p.202 The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (13) by Rainer Maria Rilke
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would compel them to change their life

[...] You felt how your heart intensified unceasingly toward an immense reality and, frightened, you tried once more to take people's gaze off you like long gossamer threads --: but now, in their fear of the worst, they were already breaking into applause: as though at the last moment to ward off s…

—p.197 The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (13) by Rainer Maria Rilke
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raiment

How sumptuous her raiment is.

—p.111 The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (13) by Rainer Maria Rilke
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beautiful, beautiful Abelone project/stunt-story topic/love

Nothing whatever had been agreed upon between us, but when the carriage turned into the park I could not refrain from getting out, perhaps simply because I did not want to drive up to the house like any stranger. Summer was already at its height. I headed into one of the side paths and toward a lab…

—p.110 The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (13) by Rainer Maria Rilke
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his brief and foolhardy life

[...] On his way to the damsel Hilleborg Krafse, he dreamed he was given a naked sword instead of his bride, and he took it to heart and turned back and began his brief and foolhardy life, which ended with the plague. [...]

—p.100 The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (13) by Rainer Maria Rilke