Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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It does not mean getting slothful or indifferent . It does advert to the need to be aware that there are 24 hours a day and they need not all be spent in sustained frenzy . Too often we forget that there are no dividends from working ...
It does not mean getting slothful or indifferent . It does advert to the need to be aware that there are 24 hours a day and they need not all be spent in sustained frenzy . Too often we forget that there are no dividends from working ...
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They would not understand what senile means . Who will explain it to them if you cannot do it ? It will not be their fault if they then stay away . They will want to keep close , but somebody will warn them with their forefingers ...
They would not understand what senile means . Who will explain it to them if you cannot do it ? It will not be their fault if they then stay away . They will want to keep close , but somebody will warn them with their forefingers ...
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“ The land means more to us than it does to you , sir . ” “ Land should mean to one man more than it does to the next , ” said Don Enrique . “ Then we'll all love land the same way . And work on it and keep it .
“ The land means more to us than it does to you , sir . ” “ Land should mean to one man more than it does to the next , ” said Don Enrique . “ Then we'll all love land the same way . And work on it and keep it .
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