I turned to Castle the... «Cat's Cradle»

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  come_along

  24 августа 2020

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  I turned to Castle the elder. "Sir, how does a man die when he's deprived of the consolations of literature?" "In one or two ways", he said, "petrescence of the heart or atrophy of the nervous system." "Neither one very pleasant, I expect", I suggested. "No", said Castle the elder. "For the love of God, both of you, please keep writing."

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