I paid off some of my student debt by growing a beard and playing light music at the cold end of the marble meat fridge near the American embassy in Mayfair which served as library for Mr Harris‘ publishers, and as hotel and knocking shop for numerous passing librarians. One day I was sent over to head office on Park Street to entertain the theatre lady and encountered a particularly gloomy-looking Mr Harris in the lift. Could I have your autograph, I asked the great man. Sod off, he replied. I will not be pressing charges.
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I think you can still use the following Dutch rhyme: Allah is groot en Allah is machtig, Allah heeft een lul van één
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Nodier was a distinguished bibliophile and member of the Académie Française who ran the library at the Parisian Arsenal, which, according
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