It does not matter to him either way. “Could you play ‘Fiddler on the Roof’?” father Thomas pleaded. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture.
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