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Shifting sand, we must not build our houses on it.

Muriel Spark. The Comforters

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She was happiest when life could be reduced to metaphor, but life on its lofty literal peaks oppressed her.

Muriel Spark. The Comforters

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Perhaps, he thought, a person could go through life with one little crank and remain perfectly normal in every other respect. Perhaps it was only in regard to the imaginary aural impressions that Caroline was a child.

Muriel Spark. The Comforters

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And as she talked se realized that the Baron was making the best of it, had resinged himself, was attending to her, but as one who regards another's words, not as symbols but as symptoms.

Muriel Spark. The Comforters