unearths some literary gems.
The subconscious mind was so marvelous nowadays.
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[Making a Fool of a Thing dept.]
She had made a fool of the whole thing by asking old Durnet and Mrs. Goldsmith.
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"A tall slim lady she is, with brown 'air, and gray eyes, and 'er eyebrows go up and down a lot when she talks."
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She stroked the cat's ears and slid her small hand along his ridgy back until he purred like a miniature Rolls-Royce.
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[Droste effect acknowledged!]
Mr. Abbott had never before read a novel about a woman who wrote a novel about a woman who wrote a novel--it was like a recurring decimal, he thought, or perhaps even more like a perspective of mirrors such as tailors use, in which the woman and her novel were reflected back and forth to infinity. It made your brain reel if you pursued the thought too far, but there was no need to do so, unless you wanted to, of course.
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