пятница, 2 ноября 2012 г.

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 The alcohol was like an ever-thickening curtain being drawn down across his mind, isolating it from everything  else in the room. It blocked out even his own his body, which, like the faces around him, the candle flames and the dance music, became also increasingly remote and disconnecting. P. B. 

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