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Page 49
If anyone brought him a rare book for valuation, he leafed through it, almost
seemed to sniff at it, gave a twisted smile and said: 'It's a well-known edition. You
can pick it up any day on the stalls by the China Town Wall. You've been had.
If anyone brought him a rare book for valuation, he leafed through it, almost
seemed to sniff at it, gave a twisted smile and said: 'It's a well-known edition. You
can pick it up any day on the stalls by the China Town Wall. You've been had.
Page 51
One day at the caf6, Shchelkunov gave a lecture on the history of books — it was
a poem, a poem of praise. Books, he said, are the sole repository of human
thought, its only vehicle of transmission from century to century, from generation
to ...
One day at the caf6, Shchelkunov gave a lecture on the history of books — it was
a poem, a poem of praise. Books, he said, are the sole repository of human
thought, its only vehicle of transmission from century to century, from generation
to ...
Page 122
A small smoking oil-lamp gave a little light. I took a piece of bread and a chunk of
stale salami out of my knapsack, and started to eat. The orderly on duty came up
to me — a little man with sharp eyes, a face criss-crossed with white scars, and ...
A small smoking oil-lamp gave a little light. I took a piece of bread and a chunk of
stale salami out of my knapsack, and started to eat. The orderly on duty came up
to me — a little man with sharp eyes, a face criss-crossed with white scars, and ...
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Contents
Whirlpool pagej 2 Blue Torches | 23 |
3 The Journalists Cafe | 56 |
4 The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
Copyright | |
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