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"Besides, such a crowd of well-meaning, amiable, most respectable men have broken down of late years the pales of Parnassus, and become squatters on the sacred mount, that the claim of poets to be a peculiar people is getting disallowed." --Smith
For*ign Bab*s in B*ijing.
On my victrola- Oum Kalthoum
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