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“If only it were possible to dig behind the coming weeks and know! The clouds above the mountains had been a bad sign, but not in the way she had imagined. Instead of the wreck there had been another experience which perhaps would prove more disastrous in its results. As usual she was being saved up for something worse than she expected. But she did not believe it was to be Tunner, so that it really was not important how she behaved now with regard to him. The other omens indicated a horror more vast, and surely ineluctable. Each escape merely made it possible for her to advance into a region of heightened danger. "In that case," she thought, "why not give in? And if I should give in, how would I behave? Exactly the same as now." So that giving in or not giving in had nothing to do with her problem. She as pushing against her own existence. All she could hope to do was eat, sleep and cringe before her omens.”

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The Sheltering Sky

In this classic work of American literature, the story follows two American expatriates who embark on a journey through the desolate landscapes of North Africa. The novel delves into the complexities of human relationships and the impact of the environment on the psyche, offering a profound and haunting exploration of the human experience. more

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Paul Bowles
Paul Bowles

Paul Bowles was an American composer known for his unique musical style and modern interpretations of traditional music. His works combined elements of classical, jazz, and world music, showcasing a rich imagination in music. more

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