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Salty cheese (from A.Oz)

so cruel fleas, germs not exactly a room Adelle had not forgotten he would write pickle cucumbers, make jam a tendency to mist up a layer of sycophancy a student that’s not really a student a passing shadow Carpenter’s glue salty cheese his memories ‘cross out erred’ proletarian hammer blows hotheads and imbeciles  

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Cocoa, tea, gin and lime (from P.Scott)

hadn’t heard, hadn’t listened ‘I’ll make the tea’ cooked but cold killed then plucked parched lips fully clothed ‘she is shouting’ on the dark veranda make his cocoa in the old Remington like a little dog at Lela’s heals a little reward only he had not known feather’s plucked zephyr breathes better than good the(…)

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Grace notes (from N.Webster)

they could not have been better moisture in the wheat riots in Belfast and Derry best to refuse she trained herself not to ask figures running in agreement memories of Morris a calm, hovering force a nun at some point too many notes let the piano do the grace notes this solemnity what? dignified on(…)

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Turn back time (from W.G.Sebald)

the terrible events unparalleled national humiliation looking, and looking away at the same time had he lived   wooden crosses still stood greater and stronger this shortage   Jean Améry the true nature marked out as a victim islands of amnesia bodily being under its wheel it was and is turn back time the extravagant(…)

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Poor Sarojini (from V.S.Naipaul)

it wasn’t allowed by the Maharaja another titled visitor the discovery without a knowledge of time whiskey for both of them smart talk a landlord standards of wealth in a sickroom ‘poor Sarojini’ full of the pain he felt for their circumstances Spaniards or part-Spaniards her lover no one among us young nipples sticking up(…)

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Are, were (from H.Mantel)

have the stomach for it awake or asleep scaly ancestors private white flesh he’s mistaken drunk on the word of God worse than Welsh as if her hand slackens in his learning Polish start to plait it are, were all the world’s a menial close the gates when to give up bring the eels

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