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almost all women prefer men

'Oh, I know what it is to be harried by one's work,' Guite said. 'I never go out either. It's quite by chance that you see me here!' Her laugh insinuated that I was pleasantly deluded, that in truth she wasn't there at all. 'But this would be different — just a simple little dinner... And I'd invit…

—p.199 The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir
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in the light of historical materialism

For days on end I listened unflinchingly to the aggressive eulogies she showered on Joly. On her desk, Das Kapital lay open next to her chemistry book and her eyes wandered sadly from one volume to the other. She soon began examining all my acts and words in the light of historical materialism. The…

—p.197 by Simone de Beauvoir
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there was nothing he could speak about

[...] They weren't the same streets. Then, they glittered with lights, they brightly streaked the capital of the world; today, the street lights shone far apart, and in their occasional light you noticed how narrow the streets were, how decrepit the houses, the City of Light had gone dark. If one d…

—p.173 by Simone de Beauvoir
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you pity her and you feel guilty

'Spend the weekend with me.'

'But I can't,' he replied. Again a feeling of rancour rose in his throat; she was refusing him the body he so much wanted and was demanding his time, his attention ... 'You know I can't.'

'Because of Paula?'

'Exactly.'

'How can a man allow himself to be a sl…

—p.171 by Simone de Beauvoir
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you pity her and you feel guilty

'Spend the weekend with me.'

'But I can't,' he replied. Again a feeling of rancour rose in his throat; she was refusing him the body he so much wanted and was demanding his time, his attention ... 'You know I can't.'

'Because of Paula?'

'Exactly.'

'How can a man allow himself to be a sl…

—p.171 by Simone de Beauvoir