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Selected quotations: B
Beckett, Samuel
`London!' exclaimed Miss Counihan. `The Mecca of every young
aspirant to fiscal distinction.'
Murphy
Miss Counihan sat on Wylie's knees, not in Wynn's Hotel
lest an action for libel should lie, and oyster kisses passed
between them. Wylie did not often kiss, but when he did it was a
serious matter. He was not one of those lugubrious persons who
insist on removing the clapper from the bell of passion. A kiss
from Wylie was like a breve tied, in a long slow amorous phrase,
over bars' times its equivalent demi-semiquavers. Miss Counihan
had never enjoyed anything quite so much as this slow-motion
osmosis of love's spittle.
The above passage is carefully calculated to deprave the
cultivated reader.
Murphy
Bruno, Giordano
Al vero filosofo ogni terreno è patria
Last modified: Thu Nov 8 13:45:38 GMT 2001
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