unearths some literary gems.
Tidbits from No Man's Street, by Beverley Nichols:
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"I have Retired, with a capital R. And I have said Farewell. With a capital F."
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She laughed on an ascending scale; it was a coloratura laugh, but there was real gaiety in it.
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"I've had Dr. Liversedge round here this morning..."
"The Liversedge?"
"You and your 'the's.' Yes. The Liversedge. A walking encyclopaedia of music."
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[Blank Map dept.]
It should be called Number Nothing, No Man's Street, Nowhere.
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Only one feature surprised him--the exceptional length of the doctor's arms. When he let them fall to his side, they seemed to stretch nearly to his knees. They disturbed Mr. Green; there was something almost--what was the word?--almost simian about them. He had a momentary vision of the doctor in a jungle, swinging through dark branches in search of forbidden fruit. No sooner had the fancy entered his mind than he dismissed it. It was pleasanter, and possibly more sensible, to imagine that the arms had grown with the music, stretching year by year as they reached out for greater beauty.
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