Las Manos de Orlac con Peter Lorre

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The saints are more exposed to the devil, because real knowledge of their wretchedness makes the light almost intolerable.

When I learned that garlic prolongs life, I ate it with resignation m, but when I found out that it belongs to the lily family, I devoured it with romantic zeal.

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Call to mind the days we went nutting, the times we walked in the woods, arms wreathed about each other, showing trunks invined like the trees

They became part of that unreal but penetrating and exciting universe which is the world seen through the eyes of love.

It seemed now as if, touched by human penitence and all its toil, divine goodness had parted the curtain and displayed behind it, single, distinct, the hare erect; the wave falling; the boat rocking, which did we deserve them, should be ours always.

This, I fancy, must be the sea. Grey is the landscape; dim as ashes; the water murmurs and moves. If I fall on my knees, if I go through the ritual, the ancient antics, it's you, unknown figures, you I adore; if I open my arms, it's you I embrace, you I draw to me —adorable world

they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure

The river ahead is now seen in three dimensions, for the billow of fog, lizardlike, moves, loop after loop, through the meadow bottom, like tired smoke asking only to descend and sleep.

The home was the quintessential bourgeois world, for in it, and only in it, could the problems and contradictions of his society be forgotten or artificially eliminated.

Slip the boat from its mooring, Let Maria cross. Maria is a sorceress, She crosses dry-shod. (Song to train parrots)

the stump-puller, the earth-shaker, the fire-eater, the boast-stopper, the measure-taker, the question-settler, the no-obstacle-brooker

When you stare into the bug, the bug stares back at you

A love agappe