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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
And I forgot the first lines; here they are:

Midnight's Children
I was born in the city of Bombay. . . once upon a time.

The Power and the Glory
Mr. Tench went out to look for his ether cylinder, into the blazing Mexican sun and the bleaching dust.

Neither, to my mind, revealing the eventual excellence of the books that follow.



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