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unearths some literary gems.
From Rameau's Niece, by Catherine Schine:
***She had forgotten those many things as thoroughly as if she swilled daily from the river Lethe, morning, noon, and night, gulping, gargling, brushing her teeth with the waters of oblivion.***Sometimes she thought about what it would be like to sit next to herself at a dinner party. She would have nothing to say. And neither would she.***Across from her sat a man who looked familiar, but perhaps it was just his eyeglasses.***
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