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I know little about the women of my own race...
Anthony Burgess
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'And now,' Herod calmly said, 'You can kill all the new-born....Kill them all....take your men and let your men take their swords. Make sure they're sharp. To Bethlehem. Hack. Lunge. Chop. Kill.'
Anthony Burgess
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'As for your circumcisions, the chief modin can arrange all. Your wine must return to the earth, whence the grape came. Haram.'
Anthony Burgess
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'All right,' said Rowlandson. He began shakily to count out notes. Near-broken, he was still an Englishman; he would not bargain.
Anthony Burgess
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‘You are admitting, then, to frivolity of attitude to important global problems?’
Anthony Burgess
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The dog now slept, occasionally farting very gently.
Anthony Burgess
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'Yes yes yes, later. For now I would ask you to proclaim next Friday from the mimbar in the masjid that the French are protectors of the faith and friends of the Prophet.'
Anthony Burgess
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Outside, the main doors behind him, he was hit full in the chest by autumn. The doggy wind leapt about him and nipped; leaves skirred along the pavement, the scrape of the ferrules of sticks; melancholy, that tetrasyllable, sat on a plinth in the middle of the square. English autumn, and the whistling tiny souls of the dead round the war memorial.
Anthony Burgess
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...an Empire now crashing about their ears. The Sikh smiled at the vanity of human aspirations.
Anthony Burgess
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‘…you read mostly menus and the moles on whores’ bellies….’
Anthony Burgess
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'...reality’s always dull, you know...'
Anthony Burgess
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Howarth began to see that, however much it was against one’s will and convictions, sides had to be taken, the dreary corrupt world of politics had to be entered by the good and dispassionate, to protect and avenge the weak. But one always entered too late.
Anthony Burgess
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…the cold deflation of crapula…
Anthony Burgess
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Lim Cheng Po, Anglican, Royalist, cricketer, respectable husband and father, allowed his animal reflexes out for an avenue walk on the lead.
Anthony Burgess
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The Antipods…were always ready to burst.
Anthony Burgess
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‘...You know what they call you expatriates? White leeches.’
Anthony Burgess
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…Novello should be extremely grateful that his innubile daughter was being taken off his hands by a Tasca.
Anthony Burgess
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Disgusting, ridiculous, when other people did it.
Anthony Burgess
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That night we visited various places where well-shaped and scented, though completely naked, Japanese girls came to sit on male knees.
Anthony Burgess
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From ancient drains and sewers of the language (maritime inns and brothels…), from scrawls in the catacombs…whoremasters’ chapbooks…the vocabulary of tavern brawls
Anthony Burgess
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Him they would not harm, Englishmen being, though infidel, yet the race of past District Officers, judges, doctors, men perhaps, in their time, more helpful than otherwise, powerful but mild.
Anthony Burgess
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'The Government cannot be concerned any longer with outmoded penological theories....Common criminals...can best be dealt with on a purely curative basis. Kill the criminal reflex, that’s all.'
Anthony Burgess
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‘So she was Greek, was she?’ said Sir Benjamin. ‘Well, well. I suppose the new vice laws are driving some of them out of Soho. Driving them down here,’ he said, as though a whole new world were opening up. ‘Well.’
Anthony Burgess
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I suppose the only real reason for travelling is to learn that all people are the same.
Anthony Burgess
