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global capital flows, not local circumstances

[...] I hope to expose the lie that the housing crisis is a market question of supply and demand. Governments of all stripes have argued that we simply need to loosen plannning restructions and build more homes for sale. It may seem logial enough to argue that if we increase housing supply then p…

—p.xiv Big Capital: Who Is London For? Introduction (xi) by Anna Minton
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she was the one who would pay

[...] I was furious with myself but, naturally, she was the one who would pay. A terrible anger against her surged through my heart; I could have killed her. [...]

—p.120 Notes From Underground On the Occasion of Wet Snow (41) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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transom

I sat ignored by everyone, crushed and annihilated.

Good Lord, is this fit company for me? I thought. And what a fool I've made of myself before them! [...] The numbskulls think they've done me a favor by letting me sit at their table, they don't understand that it's I, I who am honoring them, a…

—p.75 On the Occasion of Wet Snow (41) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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I resent being left out

"But why twenty-one?" I asked with some agitation, perhaps even with resentment. "Counting me, it will be twenty-eight rubles, not twenty-one."

It seemed to me that this sudden and unexpected offer to join in would be a handsome gesture; it would immediately win them over and raise me in their e…

—p.63 On the Occasion of Wet Snow (41) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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the hero redeemed the flth

[...] Either a hero, or mud; there was no middle. Indeed, this is what ruined me, because, mired down in filth, I would console myself with the thought that at other times I was a hero, and the hero redeemed the filth. As if to say: it would be shameful for an ordinary man to get mired down, but a …

—p.56 On the Occasion of Wet Snow (41) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky