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But the “ Amang ” reaches out from the past . “ During the Japanese occupation , ” he said , “ we were able to survive with only the barest necessities . . . We travelled around in caretelas , if we had to . We were happy .
But the “ Amang ” reaches out from the past . “ During the Japanese occupation , ” he said , “ we were able to survive with only the barest necessities . . . We travelled around in caretelas , if we had to . We were happy .
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He believed that reading will bring him past experiences from which , together with those he already possesses , he can distill new and vitally significant experiences . Books are a means to think with , his professor had told him and ...
He believed that reading will bring him past experiences from which , together with those he already possesses , he can distill new and vitally significant experiences . Books are a means to think with , his professor had told him and ...
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They were not alone , but they typified the dwindling minority which clung with stout pride to the standards of an almost discarded past . After an exchange of amenities common to those in whom the strict injunctions of respect for ...
They were not alone , but they typified the dwindling minority which clung with stout pride to the standards of an almost discarded past . After an exchange of amenities common to those in whom the strict injunctions of respect for ...
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