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- She is a great gobbler of books, but reads only trash, memorizing nothing and leaving out the longer descriptions. (Despair, 23)
- And a damned good fool I have made of someone. Who is he? Gentle reader, look at yourself in the mirror, as you seem to like mirrors so much. (Despair, 23)
- I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe for the warm hazel iris of her fluffy eyes, or for the natural side-wave of her brown hair, done anyhow, or again for that movement of her plump shoulders. But probably the truth was that I loved her because she loved me. (Despair, 25)
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