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Nov 22, 2017dissymissylessy rated this title 3 out of 5 stars
" And while the safety blade with scrape and screak /Travels across the country of my cheek, Cars on the highway pass, and up the steep / Incline big trucks around my jawbone creep,/ And now a silent liner docks, and now/ Sunglassers tour Beirut, and now I plough / Old Zembla's fields where my gray stubble grows,/ And slaves make hay between my mouth and nose." " ...before reaching the staging point, the false king managed to escape by climbing down one of the pylons that supported the traction cable... " Somewhere in the mist of the city there occurred every day disgusting outbursts of violence, arrests and executions, but the great city rolled on as smoothly as ever, the cafes were full, splendid plays were being performed at the Royal Theater, and it was really the palace whch contained the strongest concentrate of gloom." "The ladies in waiting had, of course, left long before, at the time the KIng exiled his Queen to her villa on the French Riviera. Thank heavens, she was spared those dreadful days in the polluted palace! "