 | Elizabeth Wilson - 1992 - 216 str.
...worlds so enchanting that they seemed unreal. "*3 6 Architecture and Consciousness in Central Europe As I was walking, one hot summer afternoon, through...way I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was now beginning to excite attention. I hurried away once more, only to arrive by... | |
 | Kathleen Weiler, Candace Mitchell - 1992 - 312 str.
...which was strange to me, on a hot summer afternoon, I found myself in a quarter the character of which could not long remain in doubt. Nothing but painted...street at the next turning. But after having wandered for a while without being directed, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence... | |
 | Anthony Vidler - 1994 - 286 str.
...of which could not long remain in doubt," as painted women filled the windows of the small houses. I hastened to leave the narrow street at the next...But after having wandered about for a time without inquiring my way, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was now beginning... | |
 | Stephen W. Melville, Bill Readings - 1995 - 418 str.
...Italy which was unknown to me, I found myself in a quarter of whose character I could not remain long in doubt. Nothing but painted women were to be seen...way, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was now beginning to excite attention. 1 hurried away once more, only to arrive by... | |
 | Lynn A. Higgins - 1998 - 276 str.
...which was strange to me, on a hot summer afternoon, I found myself in a quarter the character of which could not long remain in doubt. Nothing but painted...next turning. But after having wandered about for a while without being directed, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was... | |
 | Paul Hamilton - 1996 - 244 str.
...remain in doubt. Nothing but painted women were to be seen at the windows of the small houses, and 1 hastened to leave the narrow street at the next turning....But after having wandered about for a time without inquiring my way, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was now beginning... | |
 | P. Droege - 1997 - 727 str.
...a state of disorientation which recalls the sense of helplessness often experienced in dreams: As / was walking, one hot summer afternoon, through the...way, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was now beginning to excite attention. I hurried away once more, only to arrive by... | |
 | Sigmund Freud - 1997 - 324 str.
...duelling-ground he meets his 'double', who has already killed his rival. 2Heine, Die Cotter im Exil. one hot summer afternoon, through the deserted streets...way, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was now beginning to excite attention. I hurried away once more, only to arrive by... | |
 | Valerie Rohy - 2000 - 212 str.
...identifies repetition-compulsion with the masculine anxiety about a specifically feminine uncanny: As I was walking, one hot summer afternoon, through...way, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was now beginning to excite attention. I hurried away once more, only to arrive by... | |
 | Iain Borden - 2002 - 572 str.
...a real story 264 about a real place; the story is not mine. j Freud was once walking in Genoa: 265 As I was walking, one hot summer afternoon, through...But after having wandered about for a time without inquiring my way, I suddenly found myself back in the same street, where my presence was now beginning... | |
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I could not long remain in doubt. Nothing but painted women were to be seen at the windows of the small houses, and I hastened to leave the narrow street at the next turning. 
