THE KALEVALA (11)
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“I see you with your crossbow cocked,/and your intellect murderously locked.”
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The Bourne Variations (11)
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“You said the wrong/right thing and his face went stony”
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The Bourne Variations (10)
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“Economical huffings,/elbow-strikes and de-handcuffings.”
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THE KALEVALA (7)
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“No husbandry, no arboriculture. / Here’s your wood — if your woodsman is a vulture.”
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THE KALEVALA (6)
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Kullervo: “My little blade is humorous./You will admire its wit.”
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The Bourne Variations (6)
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“This one is dead as the grass./Let him pass, let him pass.”
Read This Post The Kalevala (5)
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“Ladies, come and get some,/before I’m turned into cosmic jetsam!”
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The Bourne Variations (5)
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“You take off at a flat gallop./Trees snatch at the light as you pass, and then — wallop!”
Read This Post The Kalevala (4)
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The upbringing of Kullervo: “And so he grew sebaceous/and turned into a teen.”
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