‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue. I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses.
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