SKEULE SKERRY
'You'll deny it up and down, I fear, but
I'm really in no position to take your word
for it. The goldcrest flies across the North Sea.
And its stomach is no bigger than a bean.
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Middle-aged hot rodders, zooming us to the
moon; Dharma bums; the makiers of cigarette
filters for the thinking man; the beat, and the
sloppy, and the petulant; the chosen cultists
and all those experts upon all things.
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The author should just get
the hell on with his story.'
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