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Arthur Schnitzler
Arthur Schnitzler (1862–1931) was an Austrian playwright, novelist, and physician known for his exploration of psychological and social issues, particularly themes of love, sexuality, and death. His works often delve into the complexities of human behavior, and he was a pioneer in using the "stream-of-consciousness" technique. Notable works include the novella "Dream Story" (which inspired Stanley Kubrick's film "Eyes Wide Shut") and the play "La Ronde," which sparked controversy due to its candid portrayal of sexual encounters. Schnitzler's writings reflect the anxieties of fin-de-siècle Vienna and its bourgeois society.
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I She was walking slowly down the hill; not by the broad high road which wound its way towards the town, but by the narrow footpath between the trellises of the vines. Her little boy was with her, hanging on to her hand and walking all the time a pace in front of her, because there was not room on the footpath for them to walk side by side. The afternoon was well advanced, but the sun still poured down...
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HE could endure the quiet waiting in the carriage no longer; it was easier to get out and walk up and down. It was now dark; the few scattered lamps in the narrow side street quivered uneasily in the wind. The rain had stopped, the sidewalks were almost dry, but the rough-paved roadway was still moist, and little pools gleamed here and there. "Strange, isn't it?" thought Franz. "Here...
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