‘See that writing table? Go and look in the drawer there. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon. Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass Beholds thee in all thy perfection; And to the pale snout of a temperate ass Entertains the profoundest objection. I’ve always wanted to look older.
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