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  1. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    {...} era un viso indimenticabile, un viso tragico. Sgorgava dolore con la stessa purezza, naturalezza e inarrestabilità con cui sgorga l'acqua da una sorgente nei boschi. Non c'era artificio in esso, né ipocrisia, né isterismo, né maschera; soprattutto non c'era la minima traccia di pazzia. La pazzia era nel mare vuoto, nel vuoto orizzonte, {...}; come se la sorgente fosse stata naturale in sé ma innaturale in quanto sgorgava da un deserto.
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  2. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    Dünya bir genellikse benim hep bir istisna kalacağımı buyuran bir ferman vardı sanki.
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  3. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    If I could only escape, if I could only escape... he murmured the words to himself a dozen times; then metaphorically shook himself for being so impractical, so romantic, so dutiless.
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  4. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    They knew they were like two grains of yeast in a sea of lethargic dough-two grains of salt in a vast tureen of insipid broth.
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  5. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    Sono gli stessi gradini dai quali Jane Austen fa cadere Louisa Musgrove in ." "Come è romantico." "Gli uomini erano romantici... allora.
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  6. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things.
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  7. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    Come clean Charles, come clean
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  8. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    The stairs were certainly steep; and in those days, when they could rarely see their own feet, women were always falling; it was a commonplace of domestic life.
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  9. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    The rival you both share is myself. I do not wish to marry ... First, because my past habituated me to loneliness. I had always thought I hated it. And now I have found I treasure it. I do not want to share my life. I wish to be what I am, not what a husband must expect me to become in marriage. My second reason is my present. I never expected to be happy in life. Yet I find myself happy where I am situated now. I have varied congenial work ... I am admitted to the daily conversation of genius. Such men have their faults. Their vices. But they are not those the world chooses to imagine. I have no genius myself, I have no more than the capacity to aid genius in very small and humble ways ... I believe I owe a debt to good fortune. I am not to seek it elsewhere. I am to see it as precarious, as a thing of which I must not allow myself to be bereft.
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  10. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    But suddenly he comprehended why her face haunted him, why he felt this terrible need to see her again: it was to possess her, to melt into her, to burn, to burn, to burn to ashes on that body and in those eyes. To postpone such a desire for a week, a month, a year, several years even, that can be done. But for eternity is when the iron bites.
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  11. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    He had not the benefit of existentialist terminology; but what he felt was a very clear case of the anxiety of freedom - that is, the realization that one is free and the realization that being free is a situation of terror
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  12. John Fowles _ The French Lieutenant's Woman

    The thin end of the sensible clothes wedge had been inserted in society by the disgraceful Mrs Bloomer a decade and a half before the year of which I write; but that early attempt at the trouser suit had been comprehensively defeated by the crinoline--a small fact of considerable significance in our understanding of the Victorians. They were offered sense; and chose a six-foot folly unparalleled in the most folly-ridden of minor arts.
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