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Page 85
After that , Babel , laughing to himself , stood for a long time examining the record
of author ' s fees on the wall next to the Primus and even wrote down the total on
a piece of paper . ' I am pleased for you , ' he said . “ At least Lida will be able to ...
After that , Babel , laughing to himself , stood for a long time examining the record
of author ' s fees on the wall next to the Primus and even wrote down the total on
a piece of paper . ' I am pleased for you , ' he said . “ At least Lida will be able to ...
Page 86
Well now , ' said Babel at last , ' what do you intend to do ? ' Bagritsky ' s silence
remained unbroken . Outside the door , Lucia continued her endless muttering . '
Of course , ' said Babel sadly , ' you would be quite capable of spending your ...
Well now , ' said Babel at last , ' what do you intend to do ? ' Bagritsky ' s silence
remained unbroken . Outside the door , Lucia continued her endless muttering . '
Of course , ' said Babel sadly , ' you would be quite capable of spending your ...
Page 87
One hundred per cent liars don ' t exist , ' said Babel with conviction . ' Even Mark
Twain was not an absolute liar . He had a great understanding of the business ,
but he used to fall down on it , sometimes . Of modern writers not one can tell fibs
...
One hundred per cent liars don ' t exist , ' said Babel with conviction . ' Even Mark
Twain was not an absolute liar . He had a great understanding of the business ,
but he used to fall down on it , sometimes . Of modern writers not one can tell fibs
...
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