#oneminute.text

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"I am as I am, and that's all there is to it," he said to himself, "I can hardly take a pair of scissors to myself, and cut out a different person who might be a better friend to him."

—Franz Kafka, "The Judgement"

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[Text ID: If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?]

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

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the joy and grief of being a parent

S1xE10, House of the Dragon // Nick Roche, Requiem of the Wreckers // Raymond Carver, “A Small, Good Thing” // S1xE9, Arcane // Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot //

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Albert Camus throwing shade at Galileo

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The cities dissolve, and the earth is a cart loaded with dust Only poetry knows how to pair itself to this space.

Adonis, “Desert” (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

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If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

W.H. Auden, “The More Loving One”

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Forgiveness in families is a mystery to me, how it comes and how it lasts.

Alice Munro, “Forgiveness in Families”

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These moments came less often now, and for the most part it seemed as though things had begun to change for him. He no longer wished to be bead. At the same time, it cannot be said that he was glad to be alive. But at least he did not resent it.

Paul Auster, City of Glass

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I liked it when our feet were aligned, left with left, and struck the ground at the same time, leaving footprints on the shore that I wished to return to and, in secret, place my foot where his had left its mark.

André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

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What do we mean by saying that existence precedes reality? We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world—and defines himself afterwards.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Jean Paul Sartre: Basic Writings

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Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all, Withhold no atom’s atom or I die

John Keats, [I cry your mercy-pity-love! -aye, love!]

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I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (1819)

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[Text ID:‘You’re in a bad shape. It looks like you’re developing a soul.’ A soul? That strange, ancient, long-forgotten word. We sometimes used expressions like like ‘soul-mate.’ ‘body and soul,’ ‘soul-destroying,’ and so on, but soul... ‘That’s very dangerous,’ I murmured. ‘Incurable,’ the scissors snipped. ‘But... what is really going on? I don’t... I can’t understand.’]

Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (trans. Clarence Brown)

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It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

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...It gradually erodes over time. With the spread of a majority group language into more and more domains, the number of contexts in which individuals use the ethnic language diminishes. The language usually retreats till it is used only in the home, and finally it is restricted to such personal activities as counting, praying and dreaming.

Janet Holmes, and Nick Wilson. An Introduction to Sociolinguistics. Vol. Fifth Edition, Routledge, 2017

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"Is Mr. Heathcliff a man? If so, is he mad? And if not, is he a devil?"

Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights