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Sleeping With Enormity: The Art Of Seducing Your Dreams & Living With Passion

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“Oh, that is nice, dear,” she said, beaming not only with lips but also with her eyes, “We often see reality in dreams, where we hardly see the purpose in reality.” “Doesn’t it depend on the way we perceive reality?” said the boy “But before that, you must know if it is your reality” “Do we all have the same reality? “The question is, why don’t we?” she said looking into the boy’s eyes.”

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“Our sense of being enough isn't something we achieved, it's something we received. It's not something that we create, it's something that's conferred upon us by another.”

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“There it lay in the early sunshine of spring. It looked a town rather than a house, but a town built, not hither and thither, as this man wished or that, but circumspectly, by a single architect with one idea in his head. Courts and buildings, grey, red, plum colour, lay orderly and symmetrical; the courts were some of them oblong and some square; in this was a fountain; in that a statue; the buildings were some of them low, some pointed; here was a chapel, there a belfry; spaces of the greenest grass lay in between and clumps of cedar trees and beds of bright flowers; all were clasped — yet so well set out was it that it seemed that every part had room to spread itself fittingly — by the roll of a massive wall; while smoke from innumerable chimneys curled perpetually into the air. This vast, yet ordered building, which could house a thousand men and perhaps two thousand horses, was built, Orlando thought, by workmen whose names are unknown. Here have lived, for more centuries than I can count, the obscure generations of my own obscure family. Not one of these Richards, Johns, Annes, Elizabeths has left a token of himself behind him, yet all, working together with their spades and their needles, their love-making and their child-bearing, have left this. Never had the house looked more noble and humane.”

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