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segunda-feira, agosto 29, 2011

De ficar aborrecido 

"I tore it up and burned it over the spittoon. I make it a rule never to keep a scrap of paper bearing a woman's hand, and I never write them at all.

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There's a man right here in Jefferson made a lot of money selling rotten goods to niggers [...]
he was taken sick. Scared the hell out of him so that when he was up again he joined the church and bought himself a Chinese missionary, five thousand dollars a year.
I often think how mad he'll be if he was to die and find out there's not any heaven, when he thinks about that five thousand a year.
Like I say, he'd better go on and die now and save money".

The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner

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