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Perhaps they thought that I had the ' evil eye ' : anyone in Persia whose eyes are coloured with any resemblance to blue is said to be invested with this unwelcome power . Or else it was my hat , unusual enough in this part of the ...
Perhaps they thought that I had the ' evil eye ' : anyone in Persia whose eyes are coloured with any resemblance to blue is said to be invested with this unwelcome power . Or else it was my hat , unusual enough in this part of the ...
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Perhaps there was , after all , a kind of sensual pleasure to be derived from the bureaucratic life . The mastery of any art , even the minor art of drafting telegrams , interviewing strangers , cooing to one's foreign colleagues on the ...
Perhaps there was , after all , a kind of sensual pleasure to be derived from the bureaucratic life . The mastery of any art , even the minor art of drafting telegrams , interviewing strangers , cooing to one's foreign colleagues on the ...
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Perhaps it is then that you first know you are you , and God is God , and the earth is the earth . Perhaps those children who never are allowed to stand by themselves and listen have no chance to know that seven begins something new .
Perhaps it is then that you first know you are you , and God is God , and the earth is the earth . Perhaps those children who never are allowed to stand by themselves and listen have no chance to know that seven begins something new .
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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