
Joseph O’Neill Reads Muriel Spark
The New Yorker: Fiction
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Mitzi's Nightmare
"It was that very day that the nuisance occurred. The double windows of my bedroom were directly opposite the bedroom windows of the hotel's straw with no more than twenty feet between" "I could see for her lublinage in her dark dress, her black boots, and wool stockings. She was plucking a chicken over a bucket full of feathers."
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