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But just as they were preparing to pounce on the unlooked-for danger, a pathetic creature crept out from under the stack of barrels, and the men very nearly stabbed and crushed it to death with their crowbars, so great was their shock at the sight.- 2005 Sjón, Iceland: Skugga-Baldur
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We know how things are and that things are worse than they are: and that’s the Exception.- 2000 Henrik Nordbrandt, Denmark: Drømmebroer
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Between night and morning on the way home across the shore you step out on large, algae-covered stones at the edge of the water.- 1999 Pia Tafdrup, Denmark: Dronningeporten
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I screamed and vanished into the depths of the soul where I encountered earlier planes of existence like birthdays from the past.- 1995 Einar Már Guðmundsson, Iceland: Englar alheimsins
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‘I don’t like this place,’ she said quietly. ‘No one does,’ said Birger. ‘Those bloody birds.’- 1994 Kerstin Ekman, Sweden: Händelser vid vatten
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It was Martha who woke me up. This morning. Thinking about Katherine and her extraordinary trip, I had fallen asleep some time around dawn – a dreamless sleep.- 1992 Fríða Á. Sigurðardóttir, Iceland: Meðan nóttin líður
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The city of night is silent long the streets where no green lights are seen save in one direction- 1981 Snorri Hjartarson, Iceland: Hauströkkrið yfir mér
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- Even if you don’t have a passport yourself, and even if you think it idiotic beforehand, listen anyway. I’m travelling on a red passport, that is, diplomatic passport. That opens certain possibilities.- 1970 Klaus Rifbjerg, Denmark: Anna (jeg) Anna
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A noise somewhere down in the ice. It ran along the flat expanse and seemed to disappear into a hole. The thickening ice was playing at making mile-long cracks. Siss jumped at the sound.- 1964 Tarjei Vesaas, Norway: Is-slottet
