Babel
Michael Romano, Milton Läufer & all the contributors to BAR
(Each of the following sentences comes from the texts of the Review.
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“Il vecchio non trova pace” What’s that you’re saying, I am about to snap at the barman with my coldest voice and a killer look, when I realize he wasn’t staring at me but at another old man, maybe younger than me, who knows, but who showed those signs of senectitude I take care not to offer to the perfidious onlooker—head bowed, definitively defeated, trying to follow the spasmodic shaking of a blonde on the dance floor. Impeachable, mind-changing light in the mind of the leaves. Will you be leaving, Mitzi?" "I cannot abandon the Baron," Mitzi said. Or that’s what I believed.
“Il vecchio non trova pace” What’s that you’re saying, I am about to snap at the barman with my coldest voice and a killer look, when I realize he wasn’t staring at me but at another old man, maybe younger than me, who knows, but who showed those signs of senectitude I take care not to offer to the perfidious onlooker—head bowed, definitively defeated, trying to follow the spasmodic shaking of a blonde on the dance floor. Impeachable, mind-changing light in the mind of the leaves. Will you be leaving, Mitzi?" "I cannot abandon the Baron," Mitzi said. Or that’s what I believed.
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