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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

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so that he could remain there, with only the past

As they drove up out of the ravine, Anisim kept looking back at the village. It was a fine warm day. For the first time that year, cattle had been led out to graze and young girls and women were walking round the herd in their holiday dresses. A brown bull bellowed, rejoicing in its freedom, and pa…

—p.256 The Lady with the Little Dog and Other Stories In the Ravine (239) by Anton Chekhov
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expiate

So many sins from his past accumulated – so many, in fact, that it was impossible to shrug them off or expiate them now – that even to ask for pardon was ridiculous.

—p.250 In the Ravine (239) by Anton Chekhov
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what an enchanting woman I met in Yalta

One night, as he left the Doctors’ Club with his partner – a civil servant – he was unable to hold back any more and said:

‘If you only knew what an enchanting woman I met in Yalta!’

The civil servant climbed into his sledge and drove off. But then he suddenly turned round and called out:

—p.231 The Lady with the Little Dog (221) by Anton Chekhov
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everything on earth was truly beautiful

In Oreanda they sat on a bench near the church and looked down at the sea without saying a word. Yalta was barely visible through the morning mist; white clouds lay motionless on the mountain tops. Not one leaf stirred on the trees, cicadas chirped, and the monotonous, hollow roar of the sea that r…

—p.227 The Lady with the Little Dog (221) by Anton Chekhov
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surely there must be a different kind of life project/panopticon

‘How can I defend myself? I’m a wicked, vile woman. I despise myself and I’m not going to make any excuses. It’s not my husband but myself I’ve deceived. And I don’t mean only just now, but for a long time. My husband’s a fine honest man, but he’s no more than a lackey. What does he do in that offi…

—p.226 The Lady with the Little Dog (221) by Anton Chekhov