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Page 42
The room smelled of scorched wool . ... I caught the smell of rotting leaves , like
the faint bouquet of a wine , as though the acrid vegetable smell of last year ' s
thawedout flowers were seeping through the damp , comfortless , longunturned
and ...
The room smelled of scorched wool . ... I caught the smell of rotting leaves , like
the faint bouquet of a wine , as though the acrid vegetable smell of last year ' s
thawedout flowers were seeping through the damp , comfortless , longunturned
and ...
Page 53
... stayed at in Brussa . He began with an elaborate description of the smell of
timbered Turkish houses in general . They smelled , he said , of the warm dust of
rotting wood and of honey , especially on hot still afternoons when , if you
touched ...
... stayed at in Brussa . He began with an elaborate description of the smell of
timbered Turkish houses in general . They smelled , he said , of the warm dust of
rotting wood and of honey , especially on hot still afternoons when , if you
touched ...
Page 202
I loved the smell of the fog - a faint smell of coal and steam . It was the smell of
railway stations , ports , decks , of travelling , of long sea and land routes , of
distant pink islands floating past in the violet - blue light of the Aegean , the wind
faintly ...
I loved the smell of the fog - a faint smell of coal and steam . It was the smell of
railway stations , ports , decks , of travelling , of long sea and land routes , of
distant pink islands floating past in the violet - blue light of the Aegean , the wind
faintly ...
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Contents
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
Copyright | |
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