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"All that is very well," answered ____, "but let us cultivate our garden."
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Candide
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Voltaire
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"This is MY morning, MY day beginneth: ARISE NOW, ARISE, THOU GREAT NOONTIDE!”—
Thus spake Zarathustra and left his cave, glowing and strong, like a morning sun coming out of gloomy mountains.
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Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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Friedrich Nietzsche
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...and yes I said yes I will Yes.
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Ulysses
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And Athena handed down her pacts of peace between both sides for all the years to come— the daughter of Zeus whose shield is storm and thunder, yes, but the goddess still kept Mentor’s build and voice.
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Odyssey
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Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.
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A Midsummer Night's Dream
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William Shakespeare
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He loved Big Brother.
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1984
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He was soon borne away by the waves, and lost in darkness and distance.
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Frankenstein
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Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.
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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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On a field, sable, the letter A, gules.
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The Scarlet Letter
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Nathaniel Hawthorne
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One bird said to Billy Pilgrim, 'Poo-tee-weet?'
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Slaughterhouse-Five
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Raskolnikov refused the water with his hand, and softly and brokenly, but distinctly said: “It was I killed the old pawnbroker woman and her sister Lizaveta with an axe and robbed them.” Ilya Petrovitch opened his mouth. People ran up on all sides. Raskolnikov repeated his statement.
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Crime and Punishment
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Fyodor Dostoevsky
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She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an in- stant, then sank again. Edna heard her father’s voice and her sister Margaret’s. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.
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The Awakening
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Kate Chopin
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Southsouth-west, south, south-east, east...
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Brave New World
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We will perform in measure, time and place: So, thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
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Macbeth
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William Shakespeare
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[He] believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… . And one fine morning —— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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The Great Gatsby
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