Gate Gustafson:
One entire and perfect chrysolite...
Gate Gustafson:
Now, voyager!
Gate Gustafson:
Saint John, for dummies
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To you, from failing hands
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Sole survivor
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Broken blossoms
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A new renaissance?
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Something's got to give
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Ghetto of memories
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Allegory of the European age of (T)reason
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The Malibu Manichaeism
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Great expectations
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[as long as the world needs] A warrior's soul
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Raptured
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Visions of love
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De Frieda la blonde à Margot
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…and vanish to specks of light...
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Grace
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The emerald forest
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The blind watchmaker
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The cold shoulder
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Together in silence
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Money is sharper than the sword
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Look before you leap [for snakes among sweet flowers creep]
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Good men [do not go gentle into that good night]