ellauri052.html on line 839: `Of course you,' said Gerald, as if he had been thinking; 'there's something curious about you. You´re curiously strong. One doesn´t expect it, it is rather surprising.'
ellauri061.html on line 507: HORATIO 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so. HORATIO Se olis liian kummallista luulisin.
ellauri110.html on line 1118: One of the early books of Fyodor Dosteyskey, this book had been curiously categorised under comedy. It felt more Oscar Wilde without the wit than FD to me.
ellauri117.html on line 336: `Of course you,' said Gerald, as if he had been thinking; 'there's something curious about you. You´re curiously strong. One doesn´t expect it, it is rather surprising.'
ellauri257.html on line 423: Pornography is D.H. Lawrence without the penetration, Diary of a Chambermaid with none of the bite and philosophical imagination. A group of Germans inexplicably fuck around in the near distance. Frederic curiously precedes a murderous request by squeezing a young blonde’s breasts like melons. A Jewish family hides under the kitchen’s floorboards, but no explanation is offered for how they got there.
xxx/ellauri154.html on line 87: Her father Arsene Lupin was the grandson of the Marshal General of France, Maurice, Comte de Saxe, an out-of-wedlock son of Augustus II the Strong, king of Poland and elector of Saxony, and a cousin to the sixth degree to Kings Louis XVI, Louis XVIII and Charles X of France. This is probably where she got her very masculine gender expression. Unfortunately, Sand´s mother, Sophie-Victoire Delaborde, was a commoner, [citation was very badly needed], her mother was the daughter of a bird-seller, who, curiously enough, lived in the 'Street of the Birds' (Quai des Oiseaux) in Paris.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 598: The Swedes feel differently, though. The presentation speech lays out a “cut-out silhouette of two remarkable literary profiles,” drawing parallels between two writers whose work is not very similar, but whose lives curiously are. Both ­Eyvind Johnson and Harry Martinson come from hardscrabble backgrounds and emerged as unlikely, startling literary figures. “They are representative,” the speech tells us, “of the many proletarian writers or working-class poets who, on a wide front, broke into our literature, not to ravage and plunder, but to enrich it with their fortunes. Their arrival meant an influx of experience and creative energy, the value of which can hardly be exaggerated.”
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