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Аноним20 марта 2012 г.The Mediterranean is an absurdly small sea; the length and
greatness of its history makes us dream it larger than it is.738
Аноним20 марта 2012 г.Personality as something with fixed attributes is an illusion — but a necessary illusion if we are to love!
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Аноним20 марта 2012 г.Personality as something with fixed attributes is an illusion — but a necessary illusion if we are to love!
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Аноним18 марта 2012 г.What I most need to do is to record experiences, not in the
order in which they took place — for that is history — but in the order in which they first became significant for me.790
Аноним18 марта 2012 г.To the Cartesian proposition: “I think, therefore I am”, he opposed his own, which must have gone something like this: “I imagine, therefore I belong and am free”.
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Аноним17 марта 2012 г.If she ever knew me at all she must later have discovered that for those of us who feel deeply and who are at all conscious of the inextricable tangle of human thought there is only one response to be made — ironic tenderness and silence.
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Аноним17 марта 2012 г.If she ever knew me at all she must later have discovered that for those of us who feel deeply and who are at all conscious of the inextricable tangle of human thought there is only one response to be made — ironic tenderness and silence.
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Аноним17 марта 2012 г.We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behaviour and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.
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Аноним17 марта 2012 г.These are the moments which possess the writer, not the lover, and which live on perpetually. One can return to them time and time again in memory, or use them as a fund upon which to build the part of one’s life which is writing. One can debauch them with words, but one cannot spoil them.
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Аноним17 марта 2012 г.These are the moments which possess the writer, not the lover, and which live on perpetually. One can return to them time and time again in memory, or use them as a fund upon which to build the part of one’s life which is writing. One can debauch them with words, but one cannot spoil them.
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