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Henry Miller - I didn't have to think up so much as a...

I didn't have to think up so much as a comma or a semicolon it was all given, straight from the celestial recording room. Weary, I would beg for a break, an intermission, to go to the toilet or take a breath of fresh air on the balcony. Nothing doing. (Henry Miller)

I didn't have to think up so much as a comma or a semicolon it was all given, straight from the celestial recording room. Weary, I would beg for a break, an intermission, to go to the toilet or take a breath of fresh air on the balcony. Nothing doing.

Henry Miller

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