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Opposite, in convenient propinquity, stood the village church and the village
public-house. The sky was slate grey, and so drab and melancholy was its colour
that it seemed a work of man. It was a colour of infinite sorrow. * St. James's Park.
He is a man between fifty and sixty, tall and spare, with a much-wrinkled face; his
grey hair grows thickly on his head, and he has a grey moustache and a week's
growth of grey beard on his chin. His teeth are badly broken and discoloured.
The hills of Perak were grey and above them were grey clouds, and as the sun
rose for a moment it coloured the clouds pink and gold so that they looked like
the sarongs of Trengganu. Ricebirds. The ricebirds fluttered disorderly, a white
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A compilation of notes kept over his lifetime and published just before Maugham's death. Though there were some pearls of wisdom and insightful comments on writing it was his commentary on daily life ... Read full review