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    But promises based on ignorance always prove disappointing.

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    Assad: 'I have written it just down here.' He Pointed to a number of Arabic symbols that could just as well have meant it was going to snow in the Lofoten Islands in the morning.

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    Assad whistled a few notes of one of his native country's melancholic songs. It sounded as though he was whistling backwards

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    Bak stood a moment, as though considering whether the sum total of their shared working life was ending in a minus or a plus.

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    Carl: Do I happen to see a twinkle in your eye, or do you always look so fantastic Lis? Lis: Carl dear, the twinkle in my eye is reserved for my husband and children, When are you going to accept that? Carl: I'll accept it the day the light vanishes and eternal darkness swallows me up along with the rest of the earth.

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    Carl Mørck, am I disturbing you? said a voice at the door, which made his blood boil and turn to ice at the same time. His spinal cord sent five commands through his infrastructure: get rid of the eraser, cover the last line, put away the cigarette, drop the stupid facial expression, close your mouth!

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    Da je prijateljstvo savez koji se temelji na uzajamnosti Bryanu je oduvijek bilo jasno. Da postupci jedne strane mogu dovesti do prekida, ta ga je spoznaja mučila gotovo trideset godina. No upravo mu je sinula druga misao. Da. Prijateljstvo može zamrijeti i jer druga strana nije voljna učiniti korak pomirenja.

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    For a moment Carl tried to picture everything in his mind, and then it happened. Somewhere inside of him, where cause and effect were not weighted against each other, and where logic and explanations never challenged consciousness, in that place where thoughts could live freely and played out against each other - right there in that spot, things fell into place, and he understood how it all fitted together

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    He'd make her work so hard that a job as a cardboard-box presser at the margerine factory would seem like paradise.

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    Her boozy breath was day-old, but of quality of Origin. Malt whisky, Carl guessed. The air was so thick with it, an expert would probably be able to determine the vintage.

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    If you want to know what the camel stole from your kitchen yesterday, then you shouldn;t slit open its stomach. You should stare into its arsehole.

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    She is really really so beautiful there,' said Assad. Carl glanced at him. Apparently a woman's appearance was a particularly valuable factor in his assistant's world-view. But Carl agreed with him.

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    She was a bitch,' Carl suddenly heard somebody say in the background, and that apparently refreshed everyone's memory. Yes, thought Carl with satisfaction. It's the good stable arseholes like us who are remembered best.

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    Smoking is extremely hazardous to you and those around you" it said on the label. He glanced around. The few termites that might thrive down here could probably handle it.

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    So, I suppose you just have a sense of where it is. And you don’t have to be precise, is that it?” “Allah is great. He has such wide shoulders.” Carl stuck out his lower lip in a pout. Of course Allah did. What was he thinking, anyway?

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    This was what Ditlev loved: ceaseless gunfire, ceaseless killing, flapping specks in the sky terminated in an orgy of color. The slow drizzle of birds' bodies falling from above. The eagerness of the men to reload their weapons.

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    When he turned round with the cup to his mouth, nostrils titillated by the aroma of a sun that had once shone on a Colombian coffee farmer's fields, Klavs Jeppensen's chair was empty.