Darkness fell swiftly, at first an enemy, but then a friend.
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That’s the beauty about living in sin, you can always just get up and leave.
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‘Sometimes,’ Sylvie said, ‘one can mistake gratitude for love.’
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It was the enormity of war, she thought, it left you scrabbling for ways to think about it.
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One day, of course, all this would be consigned to that same history, even the mountains — sand, after all, was the future of rocks. Most people muddled through events and only in retrospect realized their significance.
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‘Hindsight’s a wonderful thing,’ Klara said. ‘If we all had it there would be no history to write about.’
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‘He likes women, children, dogs, really what can you fault?’ Pamela wrote. ‘It’s just a shame he’s a dictator with no respect for the law of or common humanity.’
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There was a great deal to be said for fortitude in the face of tragedy.
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Young people these days had so much enthusiasm for themselves, as if they had invented the future.
