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a window lighted by a single candle

Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less inte…

—p.vii Three Women by Charles Baudelaire
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following her around like a dog

And soon he was able to recall why he had come to like this smooth-talking man so much during the first days of their acquaintance. There was so much more to him when he wasn’t with his wife. When he wasn’t at her beck and call, following her around like a dog.

What a loathsome creature he becam…

—p.116 In the Shadow of the Yali by Suat Derviş
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Muhsin did not wish to be beholden to her

She lived for Muhsin and no one else. She devoted her entire life to him.

She had left everything behind, just to be at his side.

For him, she had withdrawn from society and locked herself up in an apartment.

She had done so for Muhsin.

But Muhsin did not wish to be beholden to her.

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—p.259 by Suat Derviş
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cutting the bonds of intimacy one by one

She could not say exactly how or when he’d been erased.

All she knew was that he’d vanished from her heart without a trace. She could no longer remember ever loving him or even feeling close to him.

If she felt anything about Ahmet, it was rage.

Rage that he had come into her life. Rage th…

—p.164 by Suat Derviş
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in that case, don’t ever come again

Her eyes fixed on the mirror, she said: “If you asked me not to come again, I wouldn’t come.”

“In that case, don’t ever come again!”

She watched as the face in the mirror registered first surprise and then anguish. That face in the mirror—how it frightened her.

She turned her head. Eyes cl…

—p.146 by Suat Derviş