White winter had set in... (Ivan Turgenev)

White winter had set in with the cruel stillness of cloudless frosts, with its thick crunching snow, rosy hoar-rimmed trees, pale emerald sky, smoke-capped chimneys, puffs of vapour from momentarily opened doors, of fresh faces stung by the cold, and the jerky trot of shivering horses.

Ivan Turgenev (in Fathers And Sons)

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What connection can there have been between many people in the innumerable histories of this world, who, from opposite sides of great gulfs, have, nevertheless, been very curiously brought together! Charles Dickens (in Bleak House )

That's about right: a little, no more (Michel Houellebecq)

Photo by Rupert Britton on Unsplash When all's said and done, the idea of the uniqueness of the individual is nothing more than pompous absurdity. We remember our lives, Schopenhauer wrote somewhere, a little better than a novel we once read. Michel Houellebecq (in Platform )

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