"So," he smiled, "correct me if I'm wrong..."
"Oh, brother!" I interjected, "That's bound to be a never-ending job!"
"But," he continued unperturbed, "didn't Poe want to have his own magazine?"
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Friday, April 20, 2018
Bartleby, the Scribbler
"So," he smiled, "correct me if I'm wrong..."
"Oh, brother!" I interjected, "That's bound to be a never-ending job!"
"But," he continued unperturbed, "didn't Poe want to have his own magazine?"
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