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Then the dog began to moan in old Salamano's room, and through the sleep-
bound house the little plaintive sound rose slowly, like a flower growing out of the
silence and the darkness. IV I had a busy time in the office throughout the week.
The sun was setting and it was the hour of which I'd rather not speak— "the
nameless hour," I called it— when evening sounds were creeping up from all the
floors of the prison in a sort of stealthy procession. I went to the barred window
and in ...
And, sitting in the darkness of my moving cell, I recognized, echoing in my tired
brain, all the characteristic sounds of a town I'd loved, and of a certain hour of the
day which I had always particularly enjoyed. The shouts of newspaper boys in ...
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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