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ĦĦĦĦ"But anything suits you, my charmer!" she remarked.!ĦĦĦĦPfuel was evidently of that sort. He had a science- the theory of oblique movements deduced by him from the history of Frederick the Great's wars, and all he came across in the history of more recent warfare seemed to him absurd and barbarous- monstrous collisions in which so many blunders were committed by both sides that these wars could not be called wars, they did not accord with the theory, and therefore could not serve as material for science..ĦĦĦĦ`So he is not coming!',ĦĦĦĦShe felt that which she had never felt before--a sensation of expansion..ĦĦĦĦWhile this was taking place in Petersburg the French had already passed Smolensk and were drawing nearer and nearer to Moscow. Napoleon's historian Thiers, like other of his historians, trying to justify his hero says that he was drawn to the walls of Moscow against his will. He is as right as other historians who look for the explanation of historic events in the will of one man; he is as right as the Russian historians who maintain that Napoleon was drawn to Moscow by the skill of the Russian commanders. Here besides the law of retrospection, which regards all the past as a preparation for events that subsequently occur, the law of reciprocity comes in, confusing the whole matter. A good chessplayer having lost a game is sincerely convinced that his loss resulted from a mistake he made and looks for that mistake in the opening, but forgets that at each stage of the game there were similar mistakes and that none of his moves were perfect. He only notices the mistake to which he pays attention, because his opponent took advantage of it. How much more complex than this is the game of war, which occurs under certain limits of time, and where it is not one will that manipulates lifeless objects, but everything results from innumerable conflicts of various wills!;ĦĦĦĦCradle; also coffin.,Harry glared at him for a moment, then flung himself back into the chair opposite Dumbledore and waited.,Pettigrew was muttering distractedly; Harry caught words like Ħ°far-fetchedĦħ and Ħ°lunacy,Ħħ but he couldn't help paying more attention to the ashen color of Pettigrew's face and the way his eyes continued to dart toward the windows and door. ,ĦĦĦĦJean Valjean was hurt by this sadness, and heart-broken at this gentleness.!
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oracles: Be angry, but sin not. Let not the sun go down upon your anger. Anger must be limited, and confined, both in race, and in time. We will first speak, how the natural inclination, and habit, to be angry, may be attempered, and calmed. ,Ain't you gonna scream?,ĦĦĦĦShe was dead.!Harry hesitated, then walked slowly across the room now littered with silver cogs and fragments of wood, and took the seat facing Dumbledore's desk.,ĦĦĦĦAny spectator who had chanced to see him at that moment, and who had watched him, would have imagined, doubtless, that this letter struck him as very curious, for he did not take his eyes from it, and he read it two or three times. He read it without paying any attention to it, and unconsciously. He was thinking of Fantine and Cosette.;ĦĦĦĦ"Yes, it has," said Madame Thenardier.,.ĦĦĦĦShe now saw him from the commencement of that scene and relived what she had then felt. She recalled his long sad and severe look at those words and understood the meaning of the rebuke and despair in that protracted gaze.,ĦĦĦĦPhilosophical fermentation replied to democratic fermentation.... Find out more.
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? Leo Tolstoy,ĦĦĦĦPeople were anxiously roaming about the streets.;ĦĦĦĦOld Prince Bolkonski heard all the rumors current in the town from Mademoiselle Bourienne and had read the note to Princess Mary in which Natasha had broken off her engagement. He seemed in better spirits than usual and awaited his son with great impatience.,ĦĦĦĦSometimes it occurred to Natasha that he not wish to see her, and this conjecture was confirmed by the sad tone in which her elders spoke of him.,,ĦĦĦĦShinshin, lowering his voice, began to tell the count of some intrigue of Kuragin's in Moscow, and Natasha tried to overhear it just because he had said she was "charmante.",ĦĦĦĦJean Valjean knelt down before that hand, lifted it gently, and kissed it.!ĦĦĦĦA few constellations here and there in the deep, pale azure, the earth all black, the heavens all white, a quiver amid the blades of grass, everywhere the mysterious chill of twilight....ĦĦĦĦ"At the Barriere du Maine there are marble-workers, painters, and journeymen in the studios of sculptors..Find out more.
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,ĦĦĦĦBy discarding a claim to knowledge of the ultimate purpose, we shall clearly perceive that just as one cannot imagine a blossom or seed for any single plant better suited to it than those it produces, so it is impossible to imagine any two people more completely adapted down to the smallest detail for the purpose they had to fulfill, than Napoleon and Alexander with all their antecedents. .ĦĦĦĦThe facit indignatio replaces the Gracchi.!.ĦĦĦĦIt is less disagreeable to be an honest man....ĦĦĦĦIf I speak, it is because I have proofs.!
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ĦĦĦĦUnder the roof, in two mansard attics, were the nests for the servants.,ĦĦĦĦThe past is very strong, it is true, at the present moment.!,ĦĦĦĦOn this occasion, the postilion reached its address, although the person to whom it was addressed was, at that moment, in solitary confinement.,Ħ°Potter! Weasley! Will you pay attention?Ħħ ,ĦĦĦĦ"`Flock'; a polite way of saying geese.",;ĦĦĦĦAll human sciences have traveled along that path. Arriving at infinitesimals, mathematics, the most exact of sciences, abandons the process of analysis and enters on the new process of the integration of unknown, infinitely small, quantities. Abandoning the conception of cause, mathematics seeks law, that is, the property common to all unknown, infinitely small, elements..ĦĦĦĦAt one and twenty!,ĦĦĦĦ"For the world of angels and all the spirits who dwell above us," prayed Natasha.;
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,ĦĦĦĦThe old man had remained on the bed, and had merely opened his eyes.!ĦĦĦĦHe read, and read everything that came to hand. On coming home, while his valets were still taking off his things, he picked up a book and began to read. From reading he passed to sleeping, from sleeping to gossip in drawing rooms of the Club, from gossip to carousals and women; from carousals back to gossip, reading, and wine. Drinking became more and more a physical and also a moral necessity. Though the doctors warned him that with his corpulence wine was dangerous for him, he drank a great deal. He was only quite at ease when having poured several glasses of wine mechanically into his large mouth he felt a pleasant warmth in his body, an amiability toward all his fellows, and a readiness to respond superficially to every idea without probing it deeply. Only after emptying a bottle or two did he feel dimly that the terribly tangled skein of life which previously had terrified him was not as dreadful as he had thought. He was always conscious of some aspect of that skein, as with a buzzing in his head after dinner or supper he chatted or listened to conversation or read. But under the influence of wine he said to himself: "It doesn't matter. I'll get it unraveled. I have a solution ready, but have no time now- I'll think it all out later on!" But the later on never came.,ĦĦĦĦMarius pursued his senseless course. One day he followed Cosette to the Rue de l'Ouest. Another day he spoke to the porter.!ĦĦĦĦ"What orders, your excellency?" said the huntsman in his deep bass, deep as a proto-deacon's and hoarse with hallooing- and two flashing black eyes gazed from under his brows at his master, who was silent. "Can you resist it?" those eyes seemed to be asking.,212 INT -- RED'S CELL -- NIGHT (1966) 212,Good evening.,ĦĦĦĦBalashev rode on, supposing from Murat's words that he would very soon be brought before Napoleon himself. But instead of that, at the next village the sentinels of Davout's infantry corps detained him as the pickets of the vanguard had done, and an adjutant of the corps commander, who was fetched, conducted him into the village to Marshal Davout. ;ĦĦĦĦMoreover, he had light hair, prominent blue eyes, a round face, was vain, insolent and good-looking; quite the reverse of Marius.,Ħ°Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy-Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!Ħħ ,ĦĦĦĦ"Of these men?".
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,ĦĦĦĦPetya ran up and offered her his back. She jumped on it, putting her arms round his neck, and he pranced along with her.,ĦĦĦĦIn the same way he beheld, as though they had passed before him in visible forms, the two ideas which had, up to that time, formed the double rule of his soul,--the concealment of his name, the sanctification of his life.;RED,ĦĦĦĦ"The old men have met to talk over the business of the commune," replied the peasant, moving away.,ĦĦĦĦHowever, they no longer walked very fast..ĦĦĦĦThis was the first time Marius had seen him laugh..