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“This place might have been paradise, a treasure trove far greater than any to be found in a pirate yarn. Everywhere he looked there were books. They rose into the air in majestic columns, stacks and stacks of them forming…

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“What did you see? She says. Reaches around to fondle him again. This time he lets her. She feels him harden. I saw them die, he says. It’s war, she says. War. It comes from the throat. Krieg . It is a throaty word. Krrriegggg . War, he says. War. Stares out of the window. The snow storm outside rises…

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“Meeting one’s heroes is always such a disappointment.”

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“Books, he thought, were a sort of migratory bird. Here they rested a while, weary of their travels, before taking flight again, before moving, settling in another nest for a time. They seemed to him like a flock that had descended on these tables, pages fluttering like wings, and here they rested in the shade, enjoying the lull, knowing it…

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