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Joseph O'Neill Reads Nadine Gordimer

The New Yorker: Fiction

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Grasswell, I Am Sorry, Gradwell

He even ran the risk of going out to get drunk at a Chabin one night. But all the luxurious, painful pleasure of a debauch was lost because he could not sit in the sun and recover next day. The Morgans too ran a risk with him. They gave him two Alcaselsa tablets in a glass of water. If you feel awful, it will teach you not to get into the habit of drinking - which is just as well.

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