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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed
into a giant insect.
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It's freezing - an extraordinary 0º fahrenheit - and it's snowing, and in the language that is no longer mine
the snow is qanik - big almost weightless crystals falling in clumps and covering the ground with a layer of
pulverized white frost.
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The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think
that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad
myth signify?
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On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out
of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as
though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.
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On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the town of Meung, in which the author of The Romance of the Rose
was born, appeared to be in a perfect state of revolution as if the Hugenots had just made a second Rochelle of it.
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We were in the study-hall when the headmaster entered, followed by a new boy not yet in school uniform and by the
handyman carrying a large desk.
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At a village of La Mancha, whose name I do not wish to remember, there
lived a little while ago one of those gentlemen who are wont to keep a
lance in the rack, an old buckler, a lean horse and a swift greyhound.
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It was three hundred forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days
ago today that the citizens of Paris were awakened by the pealing of all
the bells in the triple precincts of the City, the University, and the
Town.
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Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight;
there's a peephole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a
blue-eyed type like me.
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Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
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Alexey Fyodorovitch Karamazov was the third son of Fyodor
Pavlovitch Karamazov, a landowner well known in our district in his
own day, and still remembered among us owing to his gloomy and
tragic death, which happened thirteen years ago, and which I shall
describe in its proper place.
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In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D----
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In the country of Westphalia, in the castle of the most noble
Baron of Thunder-ten-tronckh, lived a youth whom Nature had endowed
with a most sweet disposition.
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On the 24th of February, 1815, the lookout of Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master,
the Pharaon, from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding
the Chateau d'If, got on board the vessel between Cape Morgion and the Isle of Rion.
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"Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the
Buonapartes."
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