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[arisbe]

Don Benizio wept like a boy. And like a boy he knelt at Claudia's feet. With broken phrases, interrupted by terrible groans which burst from his breast, with words which were in turn puerile, disordered, suave, and terrible, with the desperate gestures of one who has been crushed, he begged love, pardon, pity.

"Do not cast me into the abyss. Do not make me drain the bitter cup of vengeance. Cast a ray of your light into my darkened soul."

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[hypomnesis.livejournal.com]

Little do people realize that Hitler was a small-time food critic before his rise to power: "Jah, die Appertizers were ausgezeichnet, a soup truly representative of der Volk from which it kommt with a Taste as pure and clean as der Heimat! But der Presentation was schlecht! Der Juice von mein Spinach flowed unhindered about mein Plate und spoiled all my Schweinshaxen!. DER COOK SHOULD BE VERKILLT!!!

[rengal.livejournal.com]

Hot dang. I so did not see that coming.