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Gothic Edinburgh by Somnolent-Droid
Gothic Edinburgh
Took this heading into winter of last year. The lens flare is the last speck of setting sun! 

Fun fact: Edinburgh was voted the most Gothic city outside Transylvania. That's right, TRANSYLVANIA! That's pretty damn Gothic. There's a club called Frankenstein's, the Walter Scott Monument, a pub called Jekyll and Hyde's, a *ahem* strip-club called Burke and Hare's (Burke and Hare being a couple of famous 'body-snatchers' who operated in Edinburgh. They turned to murder to meet the hospital's demand for fresh corpses for classes in anatomy - you know, so the hospital could save lives. I guess they got what was coming to them, though. There's a pocket book in the Edinburgh Surgeon's Hall bound in their flesh.) and a whole tonne of other stuff too numerous to mention.

Oh and as if that wasn't enough, the whole of the old town is built ON TOP of an even OLDER town, which is mostly sealed off. When the plague broke out, some victims were literally bricked up and left to die. You can get down to certain parts of the town beneath the old town by going on guided ghost tours. It's quite impressive!

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I fear I shall not be believed, that I shall be looked upon as a raving madman in the deepest throws of blackest soul-devouring insanity! Yet I swear by all the gods, should any such beings hold sway over this morbid sphere, that what I say is true. Upon that hellish Hallo'een night some dread entity had broken through the barriers of existence to wreak havoc with man's shallow conceptions of reality.

Space and time were shattered by a malignant astral force far beyond our fragile comprehension. This diabolical force made of my doorway a portal to other times and places, through which a string of characters from previous and future ages entered into existence.

As I have previously related, Lord Byron was the first. A more wicked and sinful man never crawled into unwholesome existence. To look upon his pale visage - as diabolically beautiful as the most skilfully sculpted Grecian statute, as hideously lecherous as the most loathsomely debauched daemon - was to feel the passion and pull of all the noble madman's fearsome fury.

Scarce had his vulgar complement upon my poetry broken forth from his plump, curling lips when a crash resounded in the hallway and he departed my company to investigate.

I would have followed him deep into the abhorrent darkness filling the hallway like an abyss of undying shadow, were I not shrieking in madness - as is my habit. For minutes on end I clung to the velvet curtains, fringing the open windows, screaming into the night - begging for release from the insanity devouring my mind like hordes of famished shoggoths.

When my fit had passed I sank into an armchair by the fire, utterly exhausted. Byron, if my pitiful shrieks had reached his exquisite ears, let them go unheeded. Five minutes passed, yet the fiery-eyed, pistol-wielding, gorgeously Grecian (from an artistic perspective) aristocrat failed to materialise out of the lurking darkness.

Save for the irregular cracklings of the logs in the grate, the room was almost horribly silent.

Minutes crawled by like hours of eternity winging beneath the hideously wan moon. I sat listening for sound in the acrid blackness permeating the corridor like a slithering tendril of piercing night. There in the emptiness, I heard it - the distinct sound of two men engaged in converse. The deep, rich, almost sensuous (artistic perspective) voice of Byron was countered by another.

A feeling of anguish assailed my senses and I fought against the mounting madness striving to regain my mind like an old friend coming round for tea. (I am exhausted and my words are not as I could wish.)

At that moment the door swung open, as if propelled by the unhallowed breath of rubbery-winged night-gaunts, and in walked the majestically-physiqued  (perspective) Byron. The blasphemous poet was accompanied by a tall man of sweeping brown hair, and refined tweed suit. From his greeting I discerned him to be of the same land as Byron - that most noble and proud of countries, Mother England.

I returned his greeting with warmth, all annoyance at his unwanted intrusion into my abode swept aside in a burst of high sentiment for the illustrious England.

When my enthusiasm had been adequately expressed, Byron introduced us.

'Lord Byron?' I asked 'How can it be that you know our persons though we existed in time periods later than your own?'

The man introduced as Fry gazed at Byron inquisitively. I realised the future age from which he had travelled was not master of this knowledge.

'Howie, Howie...' Byron murmured, playing with a lit cigar which had materialised between his exquisitely elegant (p.) fingers 'always so anal-' he paused, made a show of  inspecting his cigar, snubbed it out on the table and selected another '-lytical' he finished, blowing a dark cloud of acrid smoke into my face.

Stifling my annoyance, I repeated the question.

Byron yawned, stretched, put his boots upon the table and replied 'I read your narrative.'

'Which narrative?'

He flicked his cigarette, sending ash and embers over the carpet. 'This one.'

I could feel insanity wriggling and writhing in the recesses of my mind, but I choked it down.

He laughed, and there was something in the glitter of his eyes which I did not like.

'How can you have read my narrative when my narrative is not yet complete?' I snapped. 'Explain yourself! In me you find a man wholly unimpressed by your egocentric output. Childe Harold was nothing but an autobiography, and Don Juan nothing but a sequel. How do you know our histories? Answer me!'

I was breathless and heated, tired of being toyed with. I demanded an answer, but instantly regretted my rash outburst, sure to send the tempestuous Byron into a thunderous rage.

But a cursory glance at the poet revealed I was mistaken. Instead of infuriated, he appeared oddly excited - animated.

'Even death may die, Howie. Even death. And when death has departed what remains? Nothing - nothing but endless infinity freed from all fetters. And then when all time is nothing-' he was speaking fast now, veins on hands and forehead standing out from the flesh, eyes fierce and intense -'then all eternity is one. What separates yesterday from tomorrow or tomorrow from today? Only the human constructs we enable in our minds to keep our thoughts constrained! Remove these, lift the curtains from our consciousness, then what?' He drew a silver flask from his pocket and drained most of the contents in a single swig. 'Then this: the whole of space and time rippling out like waves across a lake. And at the centre of this storm there is the opened mind, elevated to the true plane of consciousness, receptive to the universe. The waves spill outward and return backward, carrying with them the experiences of all existences.'

He emptied the flask and dashed it to ground. 'You realise, Howie, what a hell is in my mind?'

His eyes rolled, his mouth twitched, and beads of sweat ran down his cheeks. Gone was was the smooth-mannered aristocrat. In his place stood a raving madman.

'You realise the conflict of thoughts from every era and every mind? You realise how they throng like wild stormclouds, lashing and crashing together in a hellish hurricane!' He gripped his head in hands 'To lie beneath the earth, with nothing but maggots in my skull. What peace that would be!'

It was then, as I saw the madness burning deep within him, that my own words came echoing back to me. 'The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.'

I shuddered. Byron had discovered the means of correlating all knowledge - past, present and future - and the price was terrible.
Beneath the blackened moon
under a silvered dune
the winds have come undressed
where the dead laid down to rest
While grey seeds sowed in lime
scar the landscape in a line

Now you melt away
Beneath the reeds, the dusk of day
The sky runs cold and grey
on another wasted play

Then we swiftly dart
like the hunter to the hart
Tendons trace the ground
as the night becomes our sound

Chase your dignity through my halls
break empty bottles on stone walls
Crush white chalk and stain your hands
Paint your lips with rusted sands

Still the rains run on and on
on the the fields we walk upon
like waters dead and cold
now the fear has taken hold
Along the Dunes
Hmm, just something random - like all my 'poetry'

This was inspired by the sand dunes near my home town. They stretch out far as the eye can see, lonley and bleak. There's hardly ever anyone there, except the occassional dog walker. Sometimes you come across burnt patches strew with aerosol and beer cans - tramp fires. At night the moon rises over the waves and the owls start hunting. It's always eerie. It feels like one of those places that's touching another world - sort of brushing against it. There are a few stunted trees rising up from the dunes and one has a tattered old swing made from fishing rope. Years ago some kid probably enjoyed playing on it, but now it looks like a hangman's noose. Whole place is creepy.


Anyway *turns off haunting soundtrack* My poem's not good and only loosely inspired by the above, but it's been a while since I attempted anything of the 'poetic' variety so I guess why not? :P 
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Rust - True Detective by Somnolent-Droid
Rust - True Detective
ALONG THE SHORE THE CLOUD WAVES BREAK,
THE TWIN SUNS SINK BENEATH THE LAKE,
THE SHADOWS LENGTHEN

IN CARCOSA.

STRANGE IS THE NIGHT WHERE BLACK STARS RISE,
AND STRANGE MOONS CIRCLE THROUGH THE SKIES
BUT STRANGER STILL IS

LOST CARCOSA.

SONGS THAT THE HYADES SHALL SING,
WHERE FLAP THE TATTERS OF THE KING,
MUST DIE UNHEARD IN

DIM CARCOSA.

SONG OF MY SOUL, MY VOICE IS DEAD;
DIE THOU, UNSUNG, AS TEARS UNSHED
SHALL DRY AND DIE IN

LOST CARCOSA.

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Extensive photomanipulation of a still/screencap from the series. 

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Anthracis was dreadfully angry. He had been ostracised - forgotten. He danced through the rain, whirring his daggers faster and faster. Oh slaughter! Beautiful blood-red spine-tingling slaughter! To feel the drip and drop of the blood spot upon his hungry hands!

Footsteps approached.

He hid in the shadows, waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Pitter-patter, coming closer.

Clutching dagger.

Ready.

GO!

A hand gripped his throat. Big and brawny. Another wrestled the dagger from him. A club crashed into his ribs. Death?

Was he going to die like this? How stupid!

He felt himself lifted up, hauled into the lamplight. Examined.

Laughter. Familiar laughter.

'Canis!'

The hands pulled him to his feet and propped him against a wall.

'You clean off your chump? You finally lost it?.'

Vision started to return.

'Canis! My dear chap! How could you ever accuse me of such? You hurt my feelings.'

Canis grabbed him by the collar.

'You psychotic little shit! You nearly stuck a dagger through my guts!'

Anthracis bowed and smiled his best and brightest smile.

'Come now Canis, it was an honest mistake. I thought you were someone else.'

Canis grabbed him by the arm.

'Talk while you walk. I'm not listening your crap in the pissing rain. Who you think I was?'

Anthracis tried to keep up with Canis' huge striding steps. His boots were rather too dressy for the wet cobbles, and his legs were badly bruised.

'Slow down you great lumbering oaf! I thought you were a stranger.'

'So that's it now, eh? Picking off randoms just cos you feel like it.'

Anthracis yawned, covering his mouth with an exquisite glove.

'Canis, it's obvious you understand nothing of life. Allow me to explain...'

That moment they arrived at the Bronzed Doublet. The tavern was overflowing with townspeople seeking refuge from the rain.

Anthracis burst into the crowd, dragging Canis with him. Patrons scattered as the diabolical dandy kicked, bit and lashed his way through them, making for the nearest table. By a huge coincidence it seemed the occupants of the table were just leaving. They even left their drinks.

Anthracis dusted a few flecks of blood from a chair and seated himself.

Canis sighed and followed suit.

'My dear chap, how polite everyone is! How kind of them to give up their table and drinks at the drop of a hat! But I believe I was about to divulge the meaning of life...'

He reached out, took one of the abandoned tankards and tipped the entire contents down his throat.

'The devil be blessed - port! Anyway here's the thing Canis. None of this is real. None of this world. Nothing. It's all imaginary.'

Canis cocked an eyebrow.

'Oh, now now! Don't look at me like that or I'll pop your pretty little peepers out of your skull and into my drink. A fine garnish! - Now, as I was saying, none of this is real. It's all imaginary. But who's imagining it? Whoever it is must have a beautiful brain to create a being as gorgeous as I!'

Canis pushed his drink aside.

'This about Imago Mori? You finally cracked? Gone religious? Joined Mardath's monks? Trying to convert me, eh? Lurking in the streets knifing unbelievers?'

Anthracis cracked out a grin like a broken bottle and downed another drink.

'Imago Mori? Oh Canis, I love you more and more every day! No, no, no! Imago Mori is just another fiction within a fiction. I speak of me! Isn't it obvious? Isn't it wonderful! Only I could imagine a world so elaborate. This world is filled with millions and billions of thems but only one me! I can only control me - therefore I am the centre of the universe! And if I am the centre of the universe then I am its creator!'

Canis drew back his chair until he was out of stabbing range.

'Yes Canis! I can slay whoever I choose because everyone - everything - is a figment of my imagination! Yes, yes - even you. But I like you! You can stay. But so many of these- 'he cast his hand over the crowd '-can die.'

Canis got up from the table.

'Oh, now now! Don't leave! Don't you see? You're an extension of my consciousness - an external manifestation of my deepest being. I can't kill you. We're one Canis! Brothers of the brain! United in thoughts!'

Canis leant down until his eyes were level with Anthracis'.

'Thracis? Where you been all these months? How you been living?'

Anthracis laughed, and the sound was horribly cracked.

'Living? Oh, I've become a lot lest refined. Really let myself slip! I've dined every night on leftovers.'

Canis grew pale.

'You? Living on leftovers? Can't imagine it.'

'Oh, I didn't say the leftovers were old. No, no! They were quite fresh - wonderfully fresh! Tender. Juicy. Succulent.'

Canis clutched his club.

'Come now Canis, come out into the starlit night and deep down into the blackest alleys! I have a spare dagger! I'll show you how it's done! I'll show you how to wait, to pounce, to gut, to glut, to-'

Canis swung.
Anthracis Possessed
Yeah, I brought him back for a bit of writing practice. This time he really is completely cracked. In an episode which I haven't posted, which is lurking somewhere in the depths of my old tablet, he sort of sold his soul to a daemon. So unlike him! 

So yeah, just when it seemed crazy couldn't get any more crazy. Hard to know how much of this is the daemon and how much is Anthracis. Not sure if even Canis can tell!
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I eat books and souls.

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So this is a rather big journal, it's the kind of thing you can skim read and pick out the bits that appeal. I've been storing up the best clippings from my Kindle for ages, and now I've compiled them here in a sumptuous feast.

A word of explanation about Lady Caroline Lamb's Glenarvon: one of the two snippets I've quoted has a typo in. The E-book I downloaded was RIFE with typos (hey, it was free), and one of these typos made the good Lady's revelatory novel (a thinly veiled dramatised account of her extramarital affair with Lord Byron) a great deal more shocking than the original. Lets just says "arms" became "anus".

Anyway, that's the most disturbing quote, the rest are are pretty diverse. I'm sure you'll find something that takes your fancy! Enjoy!

BTW, the time on my Kindle reset itself, so that's why the quoted times of day are so erratic!  Honest. :D

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After Dark (Wilkie Collins)
- Highlight on Page 83 | Loc. 1058-59  | Added on Monday, April 25, 2011, 06:04 PM

I reciprocate your 'Good-evening'; and I trust to find you improved in temper, dress, manners, and appearance the next time I have the honor of meeting you.
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Scaramouche (Rafael Sabatini)
- Highlight Loc. 1430-33  | Added on Sunday, May 22, 2011, 11:48 AM

The French are a very loyal nation, as you will have observed.  They love their King — and his portrait even better than himself, especially when it is wrought in gold.  But even in silver it is respected.
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Beasts and Super-Beasts (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 263-65  | Added on Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 01:59 AM

The man is not used to horses, and I believe I told him it was as quiet as a lamb. After all, lambs go kicking and twisting about as if they were demented, don't they?"
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Beasts and Super-Beasts (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 803-5  | Added on Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 12:44 PM

"To be exact you told me that it weighed just under two pounds, but I took into account the fact that abnormal vegetables and freshwater fish have an after-life, in which growth is not arrested."
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Beasts and Super-Beasts (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 805-6  | Added on Tuesday, May 24, 2011, 12:45 PM

"The fault is with the potato, not with us," said Gorworth; "we are not in the least interested in it because it is not in the least interesting.
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Beasts and Super-Beasts (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 1330-31  | Added on Wednesday, May 25, 2011, 11:49 AM

"Waldo is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death,"
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Beasts and Super-Beasts (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 1344-45  | Added on Wednesday, May 25, 2011, 11:52 AM

[he had] the wondering look of a dreamer, the eyes of one who sees things that are not visible to ordinary mortals, and invests the commonplace things of this world with qualities unsuspected by plainer folk--the eyes of a poet or a house agent.
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Beasts and Super-Beasts (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 1570-71  | Added on Wednesday, May 25, 2011, 08:17 PM

"They have been most carefully brought up, I can assure you that."

"That shows that you were nervous as to how they would turn out,"

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Beasts and Super-Beasts (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 1789-90  | Added on Wednesday, May 25, 2011, 09:23 PM

"The gardeners had told the Prince that you couldn't have pigs and flowers, so he decided to have pigs and no flowers." There was a murmur of approval at the excellence of the Prince's decision; so many people would have decided the other way.
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Reginald (Saki)
- Highlight on Page 11 | Loc. 110-11  | Added on Thursday, May 26, 2011, 12:33 AM

"Every reformation must have its victims.  You can't expect the fatted calf to share the enthusiasm of the angels over the prodigal's return. 
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The Unbearable Bassington (Saki)
- Highlight Loc. 16-17  | Added on Wednesday, June 01, 2011, 01:55 PM

those who make a rock-garden of their souls by dragging into them all the stoney griefs and unclaimed troubles they can find lying around them. 
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The Unbearable Bassington (Saki)
- Highlight Loc. 498  | Added on Friday, June 03, 2011, 12:28 PM

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart."
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The Unbearable Bassington (Saki)
- Highlight Loc. 594-95  | Added on Friday, June 03, 2011, 03:35 PM

Behind his careful political flippancy and cynicism one might also detect a certain careless sincerity, which would probably in the long run save him from moderate success, and turn him into one of the brilliant failures of his day. 
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The Unbearable Bassington (Saki)
- Highlight Loc. 1082-83  | Added on Friday, June 03, 2011, 06:07 PM

if one hides one's talent under a bushel one must be careful to point out to everyone the exact bushel under which it is hidden. 
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The Unbearable Bassington (Saki)
- Highlight Loc. 1478-79  | Added on Saturday, June 04, 2011, 11:39 AM

"she looks as if she might have created the world in six days and destroyed it on the seventh."
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The Count of Monte Cristo (Dumas.p)
- Highlight Loc. 16143-44  | Added on Thursday, June 23, 2011, 12:54 AM

men who are truly generous are always ready to compassionate when the misfortune of their enemy surpasses the limits of their hatred.
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The Toys of Peace, and other papers (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 1940  | Added on Tuesday, June 28, 2011, 10:31 PM

"Children with Hyacinth's temperament don't know better as they grow older; they merely know more."

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The Toys of Peace, and other papers (Hector Hugh Munro)
- Highlight Loc. 2115-16  | Added on Tuesday, June 28, 2011, 10:50 PM

I never knew what his personal history was, but that was only because I didn't listen; he told it to me many times.
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The Duchess of Padua (Oscar Wilde)
- Highlight Loc. 917-18  | Added on Saturday, July 02, 2011, 01:32 PM

Were there no law there'd be no law-breakers, So all men would be virtuous.
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Don Quixote
- Highlight Loc. 2375-76  | Added on Wednesday, July 20, 2011, 09:55 AM

I swear to hold my tongue about it till the end of your worship's days, and God grant I may be able to let it out tomorrow."

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The Shadow Over Innsmouth (H.P. Lovecraft)
- Highlight Loc. 584-86  | Added on Tuesday, July 26, 2011, 11:20 AM

an' when they git ready... I say, when they git... ever hear tell of a shoggoth? 'Hey, d'ye hear me? I tell ye I know what them things be - I seen 'em one mght when... eh-ahhh-ah! e'yahhh... "
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The Legends of King Arthur and His Knights (Sir James Knowles)
- Highlight on Page 84 | Loc. 1337-38  | Added on Saturday, September 10, 2011, 11:32 AM

Sir Lancelot increased in fame and worship above all men, for he overthrew all comers, and never was unhorsed or worsted, save by treason and enchantment.
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The Legends of King Arthur and His Knights (Sir James Knowles)
- Highlight on Page 159 | Loc. 2516-19  | Added on Tuesday, September 13, 2011, 10:25 AM

Then entered into the hall the Sangreal, borne aloft without hands through the midst of the sunbeam, and covered with white samite, so that none might see it. And all the hall was filled with perfume and incense, and every knight was fed with the food he best loved. And when the holy vessel had been thus borne through the hall, it suddenly departed, no man saw whither.
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The Legends of King Arthur and His Knights (Sir James Knowles)
- Highlight on Page 214 | Loc. 3313-16  | Added on Tuesday, September 27, 2011, 12:19 PM

King Arthur said to his knights, "Beware, lest Sir Modred deceive us, for I in no wise trust him, and if swords be drawn be ready to encounter!" And Sir Modred likewise gave an order, that if any man of the king's army drew his sword, they should begin to fight. And as it chanced, a knight of the king's side was bitten by an adder in the foot, and hastily drew forth his sword to slay it. That saw Sir Modred, and forthwith commanded all his army to assail the king's.

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The University of Hard Knocks (Ralph Parlette)
- Highlight Loc. 159-63  | Added on Saturday, December 17, 2011, 03:34 PM

Majorities do not rule. Majorities never have ruled. It is the brave minority of thinking, self-sacrificing people that decides the tomorrow of communities that go upward. Majorities are not willing to make the effort to rule themselves. They are content to drift and be amused and follow false gods that promise something for nothing. They must be led—sometimes driven—by minorities. People are like sheep. The shepherd can lead them to heaven—or to hell.
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The University of Hard Knocks (Ralph Parlette)
- Highlight Loc. 198  | Added on Saturday, December 17, 2011, 11:27 PM

I am like you. I have had more trouble than anybody else.
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The_14-Carat_Roadster
- Highlight Loc. 4-5  | Added on Wednesday, December 21, 2011, 11:05 PM

Ivan Gorchev won the Nobel Prize in physics in a card game, called macao, from a Professor Bertinus, on whom the honour had been bestowed in Stockholm by the King of Sweden a few days earlier.
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The Chronicles of Clovis (Saki)
- Highlight Loc. 1014-15  | Added on Wednesday, January 04, 2012, 01:56 PM

"You seem to forget that she's my daughter."

"That shows my generosity.

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The Idiot (Fyodor Dostoevsky)
- Highlight Loc. 292-93  | Added on Sunday, February 05, 2012, 12:20 PM

You may place a soldier before a cannon's mouth in battle, and fire upon him--and he will still hope. But read to that same soldier his death-sentence, and he will either go mad or burst into tears.
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The Idiot (Fyodor Dostoevsky)
- Highlight Loc. 895-96  | Added on Wednesday, February 08, 2012, 05:17 AM

by contending that it is not a sight for women they admit that it is a sight for men. I congratulate them on the deduction.
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Ennui
- Highlight Loc. 174-76  | Added on Sunday, March 04, 2012, 12:34 PM

I thank God that I was not born an emperor, or I might have become a monster. Though not in the least inclined to cruelty, I might have acquired the taste for it, merely for desire of the emotion which real tragedies excite.
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Ennui
- Highlight Loc. 1049-50  | Added on Sunday, March 04, 2012, 11:18 PM

'Il faut avouer que ce monsieur a un grand talent pour le silence;' he holds his tongue, till the people actually believe that he has something to say; a mistake they could never fall into if he would but speak."
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Bouvard_and_Pécuchet
- Highlight Loc. 136-37  | Added on Tuesday, March 06, 2012, 09:33 PM

they imagined countries only the more beautiful in proportion to their utter lack of definite information about them.
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Bouvard_and_Pécuchet
- Highlight Loc. 2788  | Added on Saturday, March 10, 2012, 08:23 AM

An error, were it a hundred thousand years old, does not by the mere fact of its being old constitute truth.
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Collected_Works_of_Poe
- Highlight Loc. 577-79  | Added on Wednesday, March 14, 2012, 07:57 AM

Travelling on land has been repeatedly accomplished at the rate of thirty miles per hour, and indeed a much greater speed may be anticipated. But even at this velocity, it would take me no more than 322 days to reach the surface of the moon.
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The_Extraordinary_Adventures
- Highlight Loc. 2083  | Added on Sunday, March 18, 2012, 10:24 PM

Sherlock Holmes' watch stolen by Arsène Lupin! Mon Dieu! that is funny!
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The Chronicles of Clovis (Saki)
- Highlight Loc. 2135  | Added on Tuesday, March 27, 2012, 08:10 AM

his socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect;

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The Quest of the Sacred Slipper (Sax Rohmer)
- Highlight Loc. 114  | Added on Tuesday, March 27, 2012, 02:38 PM

Without hesitation, hatless, I raced down the stairs.
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Bim-bashi_Baruk_of_Egypt
- Highlight Loc. 194  | Added on Sunday, July 01, 2012, 01:49 PM

"Speech often stumbles where Silence walks serene,"
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Sourcery (Discworld Novels) (Terry Pratchett)
- Highlight on Page 73 | Loc. 1020-21  | Added on Thursday, November 08, 2012, 02:26 AM

He was red with anger, except where he was white with rage. When he spoke, his words seared through the air like so many knives, clipped as topiary, crisp as biscuits.
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Sourcery (Discworld Novels) (Terry Pratchett)
- Highlight on Page 91 | Loc. 1287-90  | Added on Thursday, November 08, 2012, 03:49 PM

stretched out his hand, made a strange gesture with his fingers, and produced a pie out of the air. It was fat, golden-brown and beautifully glazed. Just by looking at it Ardrothy knew it was packed edge to edge with prime lean pork, with none of those spacious areas of good fresh air under the lid that represented his own profit margin. It was the kind of pie piglets hope to be when they grew up.
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Sourcery (Discworld Novels) (Terry Pratchett)
- Highlight on Page 169 | Loc. 2458-59  | Added on Thursday, November 08, 2012, 07:30 PM

The scream and whizz of fireballs turned the night into day, but that was all right because the ensuing clouds of black smoke turned the day into night.
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Sourcery (Discworld Novels) (Terry Pratchett)
- Highlight on Page 226 | Loc. 3331-33  | Added on Friday, November 09, 2012, 06:38 PM

Somehow, all his old friends had gone. Well, not friends. A wizard never had friends, at least not friends who were wizards. It needed a different word. Ah yes, that was it. Enemies. But a very decent class of enemies. Gentlemen.
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The Damned Thing (Ambrose Bierce)
- Highlight Loc. 122-23  | Added on Tuesday, November 13, 2012, 02:38 AM

"The book will cut no figure in this matter," replied the official, slipping it into his coat pocket; "all the entries in it were made before the writer's death."
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Terror Keep (Edgar Wallace)
- Highlight Loc. 213  | Added on Friday, November 16, 2012, 04:36 AM

[He] sought an introduction by the conventional method of pretending they had met before.
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The_Corpse_That_Walked
- Highlight Loc. 187-88  | Added on Tuesday, November 20, 2012, 12:12 AM

She said, "Things like this don't happen." But she knew that they did happen, that they were happening right now.
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The_Corpse_That_Walked
- Highlight Loc. 14-15  | Added on Tuesday, November 20, 2012, 12:13 AM

You wouldn't say that he was handsome, because he wasn't.
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The_Corpse_That_Walked
- Highlight Loc. 1766  | Added on Tuesday, November 20, 2012, 04:06 AM

Alan had grasped the significance of the gun in the stranger's hand.
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The Hand Of Fu-Manchu / Being a New Phase in the Activities of Fu-Manchu, the Devil Doctor (Sax Rohmer)
- Highlight Loc. 1218  | Added on Tuesday, November 20, 2012, 04:51 AM

I recognized Smith's neat, illegible writing.
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The_Corpse_That_Walked
- Highlight Loc. 163  | Added on Tuesday, November 20, 2012, 05:59 PM

LOOKING AT a floor plan of Gail Foster's apartment, you'd have said, "Small, isn't it?" and the answer would have to be yes.
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Carnacki, the Ghost Finder (William Hope Hodgson)
- Highlight Loc. 656-58  | Added on Sunday, November 25, 2012, 05:10 PM

there in the darkness you could picture the room rocking and creaking in a mad, vile glee to its own filthy piping and whistling and hooning. To stand there and listen, was to be stunned by Realization. It was as if someone showed you the mouth of a vast pit suddenly, and said:—That's Hell.
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The Drunkard's Dream (Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu)
- Highlight Loc. 111-14  | Added on Monday, December 17, 2012, 03:15 PM

God! what was the revulsion, the horror which I experienced on seeing the corpse-like, terrific thing seated half upright before me—the white cloths, which had been wound about the head, had now partly slipped from their position, and were hanging in grotesque festoons about the face and shoulders, while the distorted eyes leered from amid them— "A sight to dream of, not to tell."
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Carmilla (Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu)
- Highlight Loc. 1274-79  | Added on Tuesday, February 19, 2013, 12:17 AM

The vampire is prone to be fascinated with an engrossing vehemence, resembling the passion of love, by particular persons. In pursuit of these it will exercise inexhaustible patience and stratagem, for access to a particular object may be obstructed in a hundred ways. It will never desist until it has satiated its passion, and drained the very life of its coveted victim. But it will, in these cases, husband and protract its murderous enjoyment with the refinement of an epicure, and heighten it by the gradual approaches of an artful courtship. In these cases it seems to yearn for something like sympathy and consent. In ordinary ones it goes direct to its object, overpowers with violence, and strangles and exhausts often at a single feast.
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Don_Juan
- Highlight Loc. 2640-42  | Added on Thursday, February 21, 2013, 09:09 PM

I almost lately have begun to doubt
Whether hell's pavement--if it be so paved--
Must not have latterly been quite worn out,
Not by the numbers good intent hath saved,
But by the mass who go below without

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Don_Juan
- Highlight Loc. 3503-4  | Added on Saturday, February 23, 2013, 09:28 AM

In riding round those vegetable puncheons
Call'd 'Parks,' where there is neither fruit nor flower
Enough to gratify a bee's slight munchings;

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Don_Juan
- Highlight Loc. 3528-29  | Added on Saturday, February 23, 2013, 09:34 AM

Where is the world of eight years past?
'T was there-- I look for it--'t is gone, a globe of glass!
Crack'd, shiver'd, vanish'd, scarcely gazed on, ere
A silent change dissolves the glittering mass.

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Don_Juan
- Highlight Loc. 3614-15  | Added on Saturday, February 23, 2013, 09:54 AM

And why should I not form my speculation,
And hold up to the sun my little taper?

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Don_Juan
- Highlight Loc. 3796-97  | Added on Saturday, February 23, 2013, 10:45 AM

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

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Don_Juan
- Highlight Loc. 4507  | Added on Saturday, February 23, 2013, 04:02 PM

But if a writer should be quite consistent,
How could he possibly show things existent?

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Don_Juan
- Highlight Loc. 4758-59  | Added on Saturday, February 23, 2013, 05:43 PM

And with such hurry, that ere he could curb it
He had paid his neighbour's prayer with half a turbot.

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Don_Juan
- Highlight Loc. 3112  | Added on Thursday, February 28, 2013, 01:02 AM

I cannot stop to alter words once written
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Glenarvon (Caroline, Lady, 1785-1828 Lamb)
- Highlight Loc. 1217-20  | Added on Thursday, February 28, 2013, 11:24 AM

That piercing shriek had escaped from a broken heart. It was the last chord of nature, stretched to the utmost till it broke. A cold chill, spread itself over her limbs. In the struggle of death, she had thrown her anus around her hus«* band's neck;
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Glenarvon (Caroline, Lady, 1785-1828 Lamb)
- Highlight Loc. 1354-55  | Added on Thursday, February 28, 2013, 11:45 AM

since it is thy rash desire to strike at one who defies thee—take this.**—He rushed forward as he spoke, and struck his dagger into Lord Avondale's bosom, then departed. "
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The_Confessions_of_Arsène_Lupin
- Highlight Loc. 967-68  | Added on Friday, March 01, 2013, 12:56 PM

"Is this death?" said Lupin. "That's funny! I should have thought it was something much more different from life!"

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The_Confessions_of_Arsène_Lupin
- Highlight Loc. 2259-60  | Added on Saturday, March 02, 2013, 01:44 AM

I may have peculiar views about other people's property; but I assure you that it's very different when my own's at stake.
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Beauty and the Beast (Marie Le Prince de Beaumont)
- Highlight Loc. 34-35  | Added on Saturday, March 02, 2013, 03:23 AM

be so kind as to bring me a rose, for as none grow hereabouts, they are a kind of rarity.

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The King in Yellow (Robert W. Chambers)
- Highlight Loc. 193-94  | Added on Saturday, March 02, 2013, 06:26 AM

Many called him insane, but I knew him to be as sane as I was.

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The King in Yellow (Robert W. Chambers)
- Highlight Loc. 415-16  | Added on Saturday, March 02, 2013, 07:28 AM

He watched me curiously, but did not seem to notice the sudden ceasing of the alarm. He did, however, speak of the safe as a biscuit box.
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The King in Yellow (Robert W. Chambers)
- Highlight Loc. 3602  | Added on Sunday, March 03, 2013, 03:28 AM

the size of the War Office struck him as a personal insult,

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The Blonde Lady: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 145-46  | Added on Sunday, March 03, 2013, 06:29 AM

He is the enemy, the enemy who mocks you, provokes you, despises you, or, even worse, ignores you.
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The Blonde Lady: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 2192-94  | Added on Sunday, March 03, 2013, 02:55 PM

"What!" they both seemed to be saying. "Do people get excited about such trifles? Is it not a daily occurrence to get drowned in a river? Is this the sort of event that deserves to be noticed?"
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The Blonde Lady: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 2374-75  | Added on Sunday, March 03, 2013, 03:22 PM

I think it extremely funny that, in the present adventure, I should be the good genius who rescues and saves and you the wicked genius who brings despair and tears."
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 447-49  | Added on Monday, March 04, 2013, 03:07 AM

quite the reverse of La Fontaine, who, at the presentation of his comedy of the "Florentine," asked, "Who is the ill-bred lout who made that rhapsody?" Gringoire would gladly have inquired of his neighbor, "Whose masterpiece is this?"
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 857  | Added on Monday, March 04, 2013, 11:58 AM

"I would gladly drown myself, were the water not so cold!"

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 1389-90  | Added on Monday, March 04, 2013, 02:22 PM

"If you succeed in removing the purse without our hearing the bells, you are a vagabond, and you will be thrashed for eight consecutive days.
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813: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 179-80  | Added on Tuesday, March 05, 2013, 01:45 PM

I did not come here to see what sort of figure you cut in an arm-chair...

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813: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 1002-3  | Added on Wednesday, March 06, 2013, 12:46 AM

I am richer than the richest man alive, for his fortune is mine... I am more powerful than the mightiest, for their might is at my service!"
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813: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 1648-49  | Added on Wednesday, March 06, 2013, 02:53 AM

"Prison one escapes from... whereas one does not come back from the kingdom where I was sending you."

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813: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 1694-95  | Added on Wednesday, March 06, 2013, 03:02 AM

those beggars will send me to Paradise earlier than I want to go.
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813: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 3078-79  | Added on Wednesday, March 06, 2013, 01:37 PM

"There, look, I belong to the police now. Can't be helped: that's what we all come to in the end, all of us robber-kings and emperors of crime."
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The Secret of Sarek: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 2380-81  | Added on Friday, March 08, 2013, 02:08 AM

to a prophet, to a missionary clad in light and glory, entering the presence of a stranger crowned with the double majesty of age and sacerdotal rank, it was painful to be hailed by the name of "old bean!"
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The Secret of Sarek: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 2503-4  | Added on Friday, March 08, 2013, 02:27 AM

Come, there's no reason, just because your hands are red with blood and because you have thirty coffins on your mind, why you shouldn't have the right to act as Prince Charming.

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The Secret of Sarek: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 3176  | Added on Friday, March 08, 2013, 06:24 AM

I rely on your good manners to die as soon as you can.

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The Secret of Sarek: Maurice Leblanc
- Highlight Loc. 3399  | Added on Friday, March 08, 2013, 07:13 AM

Science does not kill miracles: it purifies them and ennobles them.

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       Raffles-_The_Amateur_Cracksman
- Highlight Loc. 323-24  | Added on Tuesday, March 12, 2013, 01:26 AM

A man's reach must exceed his grasp, dear boy, or what the dickens is a heaven for?
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Raffles-_The_Amateur_Cracksman
- Highlight Loc. 458-59  | Added on Tuesday, March 12, 2013, 01:52 AM

his small eyes bulged like currants in the suet of his face
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Raffles-_The_Amateur_Cracksman
- Highlight Loc. 1580  | Added on Wednesday, March 13, 2013, 09:16 AM

I wrote neither well enough nor ill enough for success.
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Raffles-_The_Amateur_Cracksman
- Highlight Loc. 1721  | Added on Wednesday, March 13, 2013, 01:55 PM

Violence is a confession of terrible incompetence.
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The_Extraordinary_Adventures
- Highlight Loc. 109  | Added on Friday, March 15, 2013, 06:38 PM

He reminded us of the author who almost died in a fit of laughter provoked by his own play 
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Arsène Lupin and the Countess de Cagliostro (Arsène Lupin Translated) (Maurice Leblanc)
- Highlight Loc. 8458  | Added on Sunday, March 17, 2013, 01:53 AM

She's the daughter of another man she loved...
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2356-57  | Added on Monday, March 18, 2013, 12:55 AM

The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends and guarded him. 
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2411-12  | Added on Monday, March 18, 2013, 02:11 AM

Egypt would have taken him for the god of this temple; the Middle Ages believed him to be its demon:  he was in fact its soul.
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2419-20  | Added on Monday, March 18, 2013, 02:12 AM

to give the big bell in marriage to Quasimodo was to give Juliet to Romeo.
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2467-68  | Added on Monday, March 18, 2013, 02:24 AM

He had, they said, tasted in succession all the apples of the tree of knowledge, and, whether from hunger or disgust, had ended by tasting the forbidden fruit. 
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2547  | Added on Monday, March 18, 2013, 02:39 AM

there's a fellow whose soul is made like the other one's body!"

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2721-24  | Added on Monday, March 18, 2013, 03:08 AM

It was the terror and dazzled amazement of the men of the sanctuary, in the presence of the luminous press of Gutenberg.  It was the pulpit and the manuscript taking the alarm at the printed word:  something similar to the stupor of a sparrow which should behold the angel Legion unfold his six million wings. 
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2733  | Added on Monday, March 18, 2013, 03:13 AM

"Printing will kill architecture."

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 2739-40  | Added on Monday, March 18, 2013, 03:15 AM

Architecture began like all writing.  It was first an alphabet.  Men planted a stone upright, it was a letter, and each letter was a hieroglyph, and upon each hieroglyph rested a group of ideas, like the capital on the column. 
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 3069  | Added on Thursday, March 21, 2013, 06:23 AM

he was both deaf and blind.  A double condition, without which no judge is perfect. 
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 3353-54  | Added on Thursday, March 21, 2013, 07:09 AM

The wise people said to the foolish:  "Don't go there!" and then went themselves on the sly. 
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 4348-53  | Added on Friday, March 22, 2013, 08:44 PM

"Jehan, you are on a very slippery downward road.  Do you know whither you are going?"

"To the wine-shop," said Jehan. 

"The wine-shop leads to the pillory." 

"'Tis as good a lantern as any other, and perchance with that one, Diogenes would have found his man." 

"The pillory leads to the gallows." 

"The gallows is a balance which has a man at one end and the whole earth at the other.  'Tis fine to be the man." 

"The gallows leads to hell."

"'Tis a big fire.". 

"Jehan, Jehan, the end will be bad." 

"The beginning will have been good."

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 4807  | Added on Friday, March 22, 2013, 09:51 PM

my breeches are worn to holes, and 'tis not crowns which have done it."

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 4860-61  | Added on Friday, March 22, 2013, 09:59 PM

The gentlemen of the police enter, and not knowing just at the first moment what the matter was, and being merry, they beat me. 

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 5273-74  | Added on Friday, March 22, 2013, 10:59 PM

The hell where you are, shall he paradise; the sight of you is more charming than that of God! 

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 5654-56  | Added on Saturday, March 23, 2013, 12:23 AM

he recognized the fact that this malevolence was nothing but vitiated love; that love, that source of every virtue in man, turned to horrible things in the heart of a priest, and that a man constituted like himself, in making himself a priest, made himself a demon. 

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 5987-88  | Added on Saturday, March 23, 2013, 05:55 AM

"Damnation!  That is what one should be like!  'Tis only necessary to be handsome on the outside!"
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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 6299-6300  | Added on Saturday, March 23, 2013, 06:38 AM

from morning till night, I have the happiness of passing all my days with a man of genius, who is myself, which is very agreeable."

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Victor Hugo)
- Highlight Loc. 7403-4  | Added on Sunday, March 24, 2013, 06:23 PM

For even if one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one is always of the religion of the temple which is nearest at hand.
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The Return of Dr. Fu-Manchu (Sax Rohmer)
- Highlight Loc. 2819-20  | Added on Sunday, March 31, 2013, 06:28 AM

Many strange and terrible memories are mine, memories stranger and more terrible than those of the average man; but this thing which now moved slowly down upon us through the impenetrable gloom of that haunted place, was (if the term be understood) almost absurdly horrible.
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The Return of Dr. Fu-Manchu (Sax Rohmer)
- Highlight Loc. 3529  | Added on Sunday, March 31, 2013, 08:10 AM

Rigid with fearful astonishment I stood, as out from the boat above me leaped a figure attired solely in shirt and trousers.

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Childe_Harolds_Pilgrimage
- Highlight Loc. 318  | Added on Tuesday, April 02, 2013, 04:12 PM

Till my frail frame return to whence it rose, And mourned and mourner lie united in repose.
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The Complete Plato (Plato)
- Highlight Loc. 10771-74  | Added on Wednesday, April 03, 2013, 03:10 PM

Evil is the vulgar lover who loves the body rather than the soul, inasmuch as he is not even stable, because he loves a thing which is in itself unstable, and therefore when the bloom of youth which he was desiring is over, he takes wing and flies away, in spite of all his words and promises; whereas the love of the noble disposition is life-long, for it becomes one with the everlasting.
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Collected_Works_of_Poe (3)
- Highlight Loc. 3193-95  | Added on Saturday, April 13, 2013, 05:02 AM

The magic of a lovely form in woman -- the necromancy of female gracefulness -- was always a power which I had found it impossible to resist, but here was grace personified, incarnate, the beau ideal of my wildest and most enthusiastic visions.

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Collected_Works_of_Poe (3)
- Highlight Loc. 3227  | Added on Saturday, April 13, 2013, 05:51 AM

'Not to know her argues yourself unknown.'
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Collected_Works_of_Poe (3)
- Highlight Loc. 3489-90  | Added on Saturday, April 13, 2013, 09:25 AM

I am Napoleon Bonaparte Froissart! and if I haven't married my great, great, grandmother, I wish I may be everlastingly confounded!"
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 5 | Loc. 89-90  | Added on Sunday, April 14, 2013, 08:11 AM

"The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic," 
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 8 | Loc. 148-49  | Added on Sunday, April 14, 2013, 08:22 AM

perhaps his assistants felt a silent and growing doubt of his errand. Perhaps, also, they felt a silent and growing desire for lunch, 
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 17 | Loc. 321  | Added on Monday, April 15, 2013, 02:32 AM

they make mercy even colder than justice. 

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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 22 | Loc. 414-15  | Added on Monday, April 15, 2013, 02:55 AM

the good priest and the good atheist stood at the head and foot of the dead man motionless in the moonlight, like symbolic statues of their two philosophies of death. 
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 27 | Loc. 507-8  | Added on Monday, April 15, 2013, 04:05 AM

First one head was hacked off, and then another; in this case (he told himself bitterly) it was not true that two heads were better than one. 
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 34 | Loc. 630-31  | Added on Monday, April 15, 2013, 04:27 AM

making the enjoyment yet more difficult made it yet more desired.
 
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 39 | Loc. 736-37  | Added on Thursday, April 18, 2013, 02:15 AM

I do not possess a copy of the menu; and if I did it would not convey anything to anybody. It was written in a sort of super-French employed by cooks, but quite unintelligible to Frenchmen. 
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 40 | Loc. 746  | Added on Thursday, April 18, 2013, 02:18 AM

He had never done anything—not even anything wrong. 
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 40 | Loc. 752-53  | Added on Thursday, April 18, 2013, 02:20 AM

Mr. Audley, never having been in politics, treated them a little more seriously. Sometimes he even embarrassed the company by phrases suggesting that there was some difference between a Liberal and a Conservative. 
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The Innocence of Father Brown (G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton)
- Highlight on Page 44 | Loc. 830-31  | Added on Friday, April 19, 2013, 01:13 AM

I know something of his fighting weight, and a great deal about his spiritual difficulties. I formed the physical estimate when he was trying to throttle me, and the moral estimate when he repented." 
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