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Og én ting til: Han svettet aldri, selv ikke i august, og det kan være et tegn det kan være verdt å tenke nærmere over.
For atmosfæren i en skikkelig kafé preges av følgende: samhørighet, magens tilfredsstillelse, samt en viss munterhet og elskverdighet.
The shock of death had made him aware of youth already passed.
It was towards midnight on a soft quiet evening in April. The sky was the colour of a blue swamp iris, the moon clear and bright. The crops that spring promised well and in the past weeks the mill had run a night shift. Down by the creek the square brick factory was yellow with light, and there was the faint, steady hum of the looms. It was such a night when it is good to hear from faraway, across the dark fields, the slow song of a Negro on his way to make love.
A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of a swamp.