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I lost my way for a moment among some enormous marble legs, and twice ran around a giant knee before I again caught sight of M. Godard, who was looking for me behind the white ankle of a neighboring giantess. Here a person in a bowler, who must have clambered up her, suddenly fell from a great height to the stone floor. -- VM
— Jan 28, 2026 07:03AM
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Now and then, on one side or the other, stone stairs, with puddles on the steps, which gave me a strange sensation of fear, would descend into misty abysses, whence issued whistles, the rattle of dishes, the clatter of typewriters, the ring of hammers, and many other sounds, as if, down there, were exposition halls of some kind or other, already closing or not yet completed. -- VN
— Jan 29, 2026 07:21AM
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He turned out to be a thin, middle-aged gentleman in high collar and dickey, with a pearl in the knot of his tie, and a face very much resembling a Russian wolfhound; as if that were not enough, he was licking his chops in a most doglike manner, while sticking a stamp on an envelope... -- VN
— Jan 28, 2026 04:56AM
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"The treasures of the museum are the pride of the city," replied the old man, "and pride is not for sale." -- VN
— Jan 27, 2026 10:28PM
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Everything was as it should be: gray tints, the sleep of substance, matter dematerialized. -- VN
— Jan 27, 2026 11:33AM
