He lived alone, and, so to speak, outside of every social relation; and as he knew that in this world account must be taken of friction, and that friction retards, he never rubbed against anybody.
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Around the World in 80 Days
by
Jules Verne
He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living.
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Martin Eden
by
Jack London
He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.
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To the Lighthouse
by
Virginia Woolf
Early in life she had discovered the important truth that nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion; and by a series of reckless escapades, half of them quite harmless, she had acquired all the privileges of a personality.
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Lord Arthur Saviles Crime
by
Oscar Wilde
Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-constrained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no color from the outer world.
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Lady Audley's Secret
by
Mary Elizabeth Braddon
I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.
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The Great Gatsby
by
F. Scott Fitzgerald
He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.
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The Great Gatsby
by
F. Scott Fitzgerald
"I like people to have a little nonsense about them."
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Anne of the Island
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature.
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A Scandal in Bohemia
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.
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A Study in Scarlet
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle