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“Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that he might seem at ease, watching her as she undid her gown, noting the proud conscious movements of her perfumed head. As he stood silent in the middle of the room she came over to him and embraced him gaily and gravely. Her round arms held him firmly to her and he, seeing her face lifted to him in serious calm and feeling the warm calm rise and fall of her breast, all but burst into hysterical weeping. Tears of joy and relief shone in his delighted eyes and his lips parted though they would not speak. She passed her tinkling hand through his hair, calling him a little rascal. —Give me a kiss, she said. His lips would not bend to kiss her. He wanted to be held firmly in her arms, to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. In her arms he felt that he had suddenly become strong and fearless and sure of himself. But his lips would not bend to kiss her. With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.”

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Book:A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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“Ik geloof niet in helden, tenzij ze zich verpleegster noemen. Zij kennen de keerzijde van het krijgshaftige gebalk over 'respect voor elke vonk van leven'. Zij weten wat dat betekent in de praktijk. Zij helpen de onmachtigen en de dementen hun vernederingen van alledag te doorstaan, van voeding tot ontlasting. Het zijn de zaken waar men liever over zwijgt, van politicus tot prelaat. Het potsierlijk gemorste lopend voedsel, de drinkbeker voor kleuters in de handen van een huilende negentigjarige, de onbehandelbare pijnen, de stoma's, de urinezakjes hangend aan een kapstok naast het bed dat je niet meer verlaat, de nooit eindigende tragikomedie van de ontlasting. Dat ganse bittere repertoire van kots en kak.”

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Book:Sprakeloos
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“He stood in a room, looking around, seeing thousands of himself. He banged the walls made of mirrors, but they wouldn't break. Thier laugh filled his heart and with fear, he curled up and sat there. And then She came out of nowhere and wrapped her arm around him. She held his hand, together they got up and walked towards a wall. He raised his head and looked at the reflections, but all he saw there was only him. She turned and smiled at him and touched the wall. It cracked and shattered into pieces. She inside him broke all the walls around him. He was free, he was not held and haunted by his reflections anymore.”

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Author:Akshay Vasu
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