BalancedFlame

Description: La carroza, la carroza, cried the beldam. Invertido. Carta de guerra, de venganza. La vi sin ruedas sobre un rio obscurro...

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Description: On the third Sunday after Snowball's expulsion, the animals were somewhat surprised to hear Napoleon announce that the windmill was to be built after all...

Description: The flag was green, Snowball explained, to represent the green fields of England, while the hoof and horn signified the future Republic of the Animals which would arise when the human race had finally been overthrown.

Description: When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in 1984, george orwell, orwell, orwellian, memory hole, ingsoc, big brother, thought crime, dystopian, book, books, literature, reading

Description: Deep down, we all know it to be true

Description: "It would make a good epitaph for Billy Pilgrim - and for me, too."

Description: The procession seemed to me to be moving a little faster. All around me there was still the same glowing countryside flooded with sunlight. The glare from the sky was unbearable.

Description: Then I was left alone with the glorious Ninth of Ludwig Van. Oh it was gorgeosity and yumyumyum. When it came to the Scherzo I could viddy myself very clear running and running on like very light and mysterious nogas, carving the whole litso of the creeching world with my cut-throat britva.

Description: half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a weekend, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon

Description: It's time to make up your mind

Description: ...Then about the meridian of that day we came upon the judge on his rock there in that wilderness by his single self. Aye and there was no rock, just the one. Irving said he'd brung it with him...

Description: ...He went down the walkboard toward the jakes. He stood outside listening to the voices fading away and he looked again at the silent tracks of the stars where they died over the darkened hills. Then he opened the rough board door of the jakes and stepped in...

Description: ...Everything is very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like “Poo-tee-weet?"...

Description: “Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee… thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!”

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Description: Whenever you find yourself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in your soul; before you find yourself methodically knocking people’s hats off in the middle of the street—count it high time you get to sea as soon as you can!