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"Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. I find you were excessively brave, mon pauvre.
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