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But always, at moments when his mind was like a blind octopus, squirming in an agony of knife-cuts, she would drop in that accusation.Ford Madox Ford
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What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.Anne Rice
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But to betray her with battalion... That is against decency, against Nature...And for him, Christopher tietjens, to come down to the level of the men you met here!Ford Madox Ford