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After a while he started talking again. "You know, your mother's friends will be
coming soon, to keep vigil with you beside the body. We always have a 'vigil'
here, when anyone dies. I'd better go and get some chairs and a pot of black
The tobacconist on the other side of the street brought a chair out on to the
pavement in front of his door and sat astride it, resting his arms on the back. The
streetcars which a few minutes before had been crowded were now almost empty
I heard a chair scrape on my left, and a tall, thin man wearing pince-nez settled
the folds of his red gown as he took his seat. The Public Prosecutor, I gathered. A
clerk of the court announced that Their Honors were entering, and at the same ...
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Clara53 - LibraryThing
The book left a strange feeling in my head - can't put a finger on it even after a few days have gone by. It's something like this: how mere circumstances - if not judged or addressed precisely - can ... Read full review
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This book is straight-forward. A trip into the mind of a man, who acts and thinks like a stoic; his journey through life is simple, basically because he does what he wants and doesn't care for much ... Read full review