The first twenty pages were adorned with a number of little plants
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in still vague and idle fashion, the science that was to obsess his mature years — problems of space and time, space versus time, time-twisted space, space as time, time as space — and space breaking away from time, in the final tragic triumph of human cogitation: I am because I die
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What (Ada asks) are eyes anyway? Two holes in the mask of life.
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Endlessly, steadily, delicately, Van would brush his lips against hers, teasing their burning bloom, back and forth, right, left, life, death
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‘Are we Mesopotamians?’ asked Lucette.
‘We are Hippopotamians,’ said Van. ‘Come,’ he added, ‘we have not yet ploughed today.’
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‘Nicest!’
‘Incest,’ said Ada instantly.
‘I give up,’ said Grace. ‘We need a dictionary to check your little inventions.’
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Colonel Erminin, a widower, whose liver, he said in a note, was behaving like a pecheneg;
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After her death in 1883, Van computed that in the course of thirteen years,