Vlasis was duly aware that, from the moment Jon had stepped ashore, those circumstances had stamped their savage singularity upon him in an irreparable way. Jon, to his benefit or disadvantage, would never belong to the City. He would never, for instance, drive around the Integrand like another common mortal. Perhaps mortality itself was the only thing that would reconcile Jon to his fellow human beings, for he would not give up that singularity.
- The Infinite Now
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They say that Yevgeny Timofeyevich Onegin has died; Zaretsky communicated the news to us this afternoon, with a great deal of unwarranted excitement. His life must be exceedingly dull if such macabre events offer him entertainment. In any case, it is none of our concern. A brother or nephew of some sort has come up from St Petersburg to lay claim on the inheritance, and Zaretsky, who has met him already, did not think him likely to stay.
- Tatyana Larina: A Novel in Prose
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"I have a heart," she repeated, in that crooning accent. The corners of her mouth turned up, and beneath her lips were a set of white teeth. "I have a heart, you have a heart; we're the same, aren't we? I'm not very different. I have everything you have, Ms Halbury."
"Except—"
"Pardon?"
"Except a soul. Do you have a soul?"
Her lips parted again, and she giggled. "Yes...I'd have a soul if there were such a thing as a soul. There is no soul in anybody. You should know that."
"But I have one! I have a soul."
"Then show me. Please?" The little eyebrows went up again. "Please show me?"
Her lips parted again, and she giggled. "Yes...I'd have a soul if there were such a thing as a soul. There is no soul in anybody. You should know that."
"But I have one! I have a soul."
"Then show me. Please?" The little eyebrows went up again. "Please show me?"
- Footnotes
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