work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7034,"",Reading,2011-07-27 19:07:21 UTC,"LILLI
Hear'st thou--Poor Ada! Look at her. Is she not beautiful as the flower Gloriosa? and she is still more good than beautiful.--—Fy! you are horrid people! we lacerate our bodies; you, your souls.---We believe that the scars on our faces add to our beauty; you consider your vices as ornaments.---Which ought to reprove the other?
(I.vii, p. 40)",,19022,"","""Fy! you are horrid people! we lacerate our bodies; you, your souls.---We believe that the scars on our faces add to our beauty; you consider your vices as ornaments.""","",2011-07-27 19:07:21 UTC,"Act I, scene vii"
7034,"",Reading,2011-07-27 19:16:58 UTC,"ADA
None! You cannot wash my face white, or I his conscience. This is over. No floods of tears can efface a letter in the book of destiny. Necessity produces tranquillity. I am tranquil.--My future days were in a mist, I shuddered; the mist dispersed and I smiled, for Death walked forth from the cloud.
(III.vi, p. 123)",,19028,"","""None! You cannot wash my face white, or I his conscience.""","",2011-07-27 19:16:58 UTC,"Act III, scene vi"