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25 апреля 2013 г., 02:26
“When I came back, Dr P. was sitting placidly by the window, attentive, listening rather than looking out. 'Traffic,' he said, 'street sounds, distant trains- they make a sort of symphony, do they not? You know Honegger's Pacific 234?'
What a lovely man, I thought to myself. How can there be anything seriously the matter? Would he permit me to examine him?”
