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 Stream of Consciousness  20th Century
Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure–a ghostly couple.
"Here we left it," she said. And he added, ... [+]

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 Stream of Consciousness  20th Century
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum ... [+]

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 Stream of Consciousness  20th Century
North Richmond Street, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two storeys stood at the blind end, detached ... [+]

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 Lost Generation  20th Century

"And where's Mr. Campbell?" Charlie asked.
"Gone to Switzerland. Mr. Campbell's a pretty sick man, Mr. Wales."
"I'm sorry to hear that. And George Hardt?" Charlie inquired.
"Back in America,... [+]

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 Modernism  20th Century
Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing steps on and off the pavement, to bowl a hoop, to throw something up in the air... [+]

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 Stream of Consciousness  20th Century
She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired.
Few people passed. ... [+]