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“There’s only one thing that warms my heart, and that is the thought that we are going to sweep away these bourgeois.”

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Written by Émile Zola, this novel is part of his naturalist literary movement. It delves into the harsh realities of the mining industry, depicting the lives of miners, their families, and the social issues they face. The story follows the lives of Etienne Lantier and his fellow workers as they fight against the oppressive conditions and the corrupt mine owners. more

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Book:America and Americans and Selected Nonfiction

Source: America and Americans and Selected Nonfiction

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Book:The Poverty of Philosophy

Source: The Poverty of Philosophy

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Book:The Great Divorce

Source: The Great Divorce

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Source: The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte

“That night, I hated father. He smelt of cabbage. There was cigarette ash all over his trousers. His untidy moustache was yellower and viler than ever with nicotine, and he took no notice of me. He simply sat there in his ugly arm-chair, his eyes half closed, brooding on the Lord knows what. I hated him. I hated his moustache. I even hated the smoke that drifted from his mouth and hung in the stale air above his head. And when my mother came through the door and asked me whether I had seen her spectacles, I hated her too. I hated the clothes she wore; tasteless and fussy. I hated them deeply. I hated something I had never noticed before; it was the way the heels of her shoes were worn away on their outside edges - not badly, but appreciably. It looked mean to me, slatternly, and horribly human. I hated her for being human - like father. She began to nag me about her glasses and the thread-bare condition of the elbows of my jacket, and suddenly I threw my book down. The room was unbearable. I felt suffocated. I suddenly realised that I must get away. I had lived with these two people for nearly twenty-three years. I had been born in the room immediately overhead. Was this the life for a young man? To spend his evenings watching the smoke drift out of his father's mouth and stain that decrepit old moustache, year after year - to watch the worn-away edges of my mother's heels - the dark-brown furniture and the familiar stains on the chocolate-coloured carpet? I would go away; I would shake off the dark, smug mortality of the place. I would forgo my birthright. What of my father's business into which I would step at his death? What of it? To hell with it. ("Same Time, Same Place")”

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Book:Weird Shadows From Beyond: An Anthology of Strange Stories

Source: Weird Shadows From Beyond: An Anthology of Strange Stories

“In spite of her giddy airs (the phrase used by the bourgeois wives of Yonville), Emma still had a joyless look, and, habitually, at the corners of her mouth, she had that tightness that crumples the faces of old maids and bankrupts.”

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“But a man of tender sensitivities finds disruption unpleasant; he finds it unpleasant to break in on a well-constructed train of thought with his own logical or historical objections culled from memory, and even in the anti-intellectual he will honor and respect the intellect. Today we can see clearly enough that it was the mistake of our civilization to have been all too generous in exercising such forbearance and respect—since on the opposing side we were indeed dealing with naked insolence and the most determined intolerance.”

Germany Fascism Intolerance Etiquette Politeness Bourgeois Insolence Anti Intellectual

Book:Doctor Faustus

Source: Doctor Faustus

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Author:Erik Pevernagie

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