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It would seem so, judging by neat Delineations of the lady, in her zeal to meet Commiserations fitly, from beneath a dusty…
Read by Neil Dudgeon & Harold Pinter
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for…
