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as distressing as Alexandrine poetry

Scriassine sighed. 'So be it,' he said. 'Let's be optimists. Let's admit that Europe has a chance of remaining independent. But we can't keep her that way except by waging a constant, interminable battle. Working for oneself will be entirely out of the question.'

I did not attempt to answer him.…

—p.41 The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir
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I detest Thomas Mann

'I'm not attacking your husband,' Scriassine said, with a little smile that reduced my heated words to nothing more than an expression of conjugal loyalty. 'As a matter of fact,' he continued, 'I consider Robert Dubreuilh and Thomas Mann to be the two greatest minds of this age. But that's precisel…

—p.39 by Simone de Beauvoir
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why must I forever be worrying about others?

No question about it, I had too much to drink. After all, it wasn't I who created heaven and earth; no one's asking me to give an accounting of myself. Why must I forever be worrying about others? I'd do better to worry a little about myself for a change. I press my cheek against the pillow; I'm he…

—p.35 by Simone de Beauvoir
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to get it over with as quickly as possible

She uttered a long moan of satisfaction. He embraced her violently, smothered her mouth with his lips, and to get it over with as quickly as possible immediately penetrated her. Inside it was red, a deep dark red as in the too-red living room. She began to groan and to utter words and phrases the w…

—p.30 by Simone de Beauvoir
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she stored those treasured relics in her heart topic/heartbreak

She walked towards the bathroom. It was impossible not to weaken from time to time and speak a few kind words to her, smile gently at her. She stored those treasured relics in her heart and extracted miracles from them whenever she felt her faith wavering. 'But in spite of everything, she knows I d…

—p.29 by Simone de Beauvoir