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scripts and look for stars.

p 99 And that day on the garden terrace, where bright yellow wasps kept settling on the iron tables and moving their lowered antennae -

p 133 He looked about him and saw the table and the faces of people sitting there, their reflection in the sanovar - in a special sanovarian perspective -

p 164 - Why in the image of the fat French governess with the three bone buttons on one side of her skirt, that drew together whenever she lowered her enormous croup into an armchair - why the image had then so irritated him, now evoked in his breast a feeling of tender constriction.

... the heavy, puffing, shuddering elevator would creep slowly upwards on its thick velvet cable, and past it, down the peeling wall that was visible through the glass, would come dark

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geographic patches, those patches of dampness and age among which, as among the clouds in the sky, the reigning fashion is for silhouettes of Australia and the Black Sea.

p 166 ... recollections of childhood - as if the dapples of light scattered over the footpaths of the manor garden had now grown together into a single warm radiance.

p 174 Any future is unknown - but sometimes it acquires a particular fogginess, as if some other force had come to the aid of destiny's natural reticence and distributed the resilient fog, from which thought rebounds.

p 183 ...standing in her pajamas before the mirror - and a shiver went through her breast, as when you are leafing through last year's magazine, knowing that in a second, in just a second, the door