SOUND INTERPRETATIONS.TEXT

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“Then my sunset?” insisted the little prince, who never let go of a question once he had asked it.

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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The long blue days, for his head, for his side, and the little paths for his feet, and all the brightness to touch and gather.

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To Samuel Beckett

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The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through three hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship.

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To Ernest Hemingway

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But to go deeper, beneath what people said (and these judgements, how superficial, how fragmentary they are!) in her own mind now, what did it mean to her, this thing she called life?

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Sound Interpretations - Dedication To Virginia Woolf

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They went on forever and were forever incomplete, far from perfect, refined, or smooth, full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure.

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To Jack Kerouac

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When you look closely it is a question whether that which is a wrong to the present community may not prove to have been a right to the interests of posterity.

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To Arthur Conan Doyle

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It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don’t spin it out too long long breath he breath long life

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To James Joyce

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There isn’t any division of time to express the marrow of our lives, the time between the explosion of lead from the muzzle and the meat impact, between the impact and the darkness.

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To Stephen King

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For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a ‘fiancé,’ why she had played at beginning again.

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To Albert Camus

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The drug hit him like an express train, a white-hot column of light mounting his spine from the region of his prostate, illuminating the sutures of his skull with x-rays of short-circuited sexual energy.

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Sound Interpretations — Dedication To William Gibson

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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.

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Sound Interpretations - Dedication To Franz Kafka

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Then my hands go to sink into your hair, to cherish slowly the depth of your hair while we kiss as if our mouths were filled with flowers or with fish

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Sound Interpretations - Dedication To Julio Cortazar