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Running into me , he would stare at me with round , indignant eyes and say : " ' Time you switched from six to ten - point type , young man , and from that to bold . Journalism is six - point , poetry - ten - point , prose — bold ...
Running into me , he would stare at me with round , indignant eyes and say : " ' Time you switched from six to ten - point type , young man , and from that to bold . Journalism is six - point , poetry - ten - point , prose — bold ...
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his own dream of travelling round the world - clowning all the way , slapping backs , offering snuff to cab - drivers in Paris and Negro kings on the banks of the Zambesi — and returning to Moscow with such traveller's tales as would ...
his own dream of travelling round the world - clowning all the way , slapping backs , offering snuff to cab - drivers in Paris and Negro kings on the banks of the Zambesi — and returning to Moscow with such traveller's tales as would ...
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Tall , thin and fierce , a ragged scarf wound round and round his sinewy neck , he was always jumping up , interrupting the speaker , shouting indignantly in his hoarse , staccato voice . The instigator of every storm , he could not be ...
Tall , thin and fierce , a ragged scarf wound round and round his sinewy neck , he was always jumping up , interrupting the speaker , shouting indignantly in his hoarse , staccato voice . The instigator of every storm , he could not be ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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