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Page 32
... imagine , for it would be penetrated , I knew , with a pas- sionate , intolerable bitterness and every moment of it would be aware of a past , teeming with protean partners . No , the thing was absurd . And moreover was she not chained ...
... imagine , for it would be penetrated , I knew , with a pas- sionate , intolerable bitterness and every moment of it would be aware of a past , teeming with protean partners . No , the thing was absurd . And moreover was she not chained ...
Page 148
... imagine myself satiated , because of course the de- nominator of every fraction of knowledge was potentially as infinite as the number of intervals between the fractions themselves . Oh , the first time she had been too tired to mind ...
... imagine myself satiated , because of course the de- nominator of every fraction of knowledge was potentially as infinite as the number of intervals between the fractions themselves . Oh , the first time she had been too tired to mind ...
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... imagine now the anguish Mademoiselle must have felt at seeing how lost , how little valued was the nightingale voice which came from her elephantine body . She stayed with us long , much too long , obstinately hoping for some miracle ...
... imagine now the anguish Mademoiselle must have felt at seeing how lost , how little valued was the nightingale voice which came from her elephantine body . She stayed with us long , much too long , obstinately hoping for some miracle ...
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