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All the next day the pleasure of his success lingers in Werner's blood, the memory of how it seemed almost holy to him to walk beside big Volkheimer back to the castle, down through the frozen trees,...
The way time here feels simultaneously immense and tiny.
Встающее солнце прожигает дырочку в горизонте.
Turning scarlet in her mind,
Hurries
From Volkheimer to Werner.
Every timidity eventually turns into regret.
Else.
You must never stop believing. That's the most important thing
You have minds. But minds are not to be trusted. Minds are always drifting toward ambiguity, toward questions, when what you really need is certainty. Purpose. Clarity. Do not trust your minds.
When he last went out, almost twenty-four years ago, he tried to make eye contact, to present what might be considered a normal appearance.
Você nunca pode deixar de acreditar.
There must be some definite cause why, whenever snow begins to fall, its initial formation invariably displays the shape of a six-cornered starlet. For if it happens by chance, why do they not fall ju...
The weather in this place: you can feel it between your fingers.
The vice minister’s wife sits so upright that it seems as if her spine is hewn from oak.
The skin around the assistant director's eyes stretches.
Tatal ei radiaza o mie de culori, opal, rosu-capsuna, ruginiu-inchis, verde crud; un miros de ulei si metal, senzatia de cheie potrivita in yala, zornaitul cheilor lui pe inel in timp ce merge.
One of his boots has lost its lace, and its tongue lolls cannibalistically.
Now that shell, Laurette, belonged to a violet sea snail, a blind snail that lives its whole life on the surface of the sea. As