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| 5e9c3b1 | His mother called them his gems and often asked him why he liked things that were worn and old. It would have been hard to tell her. But there was something about the way in which the link of a chain was worn or the thread on a bolt or a castor-wheel that gave him a vague feeling of pain when he ran his fingers over them. They were like worn shoe-soles or very thin dimes. You never saw them wear, you only knew they were worn, obscurely achi.. | Henry Roth | ||
| fb1049f | It was in her abode, in the janitorial quarters assigned her on the ground floor rear, that seemingly inoffensive Mrs. Shapiro set up a clandestine alcohol dispensary--not a speakeasy, but a bootleg joint, where the Irish and other shikkers of the vicinity could come and have their pint bottles filled up, at a price. And several times on weekends, when Ira was there, for he got along best with Jake, felt closest to him, because Jake was art.. | Henry Roth | ||
| 3ae4ceb | But fortunately no shadow ever broke a rock, and one can ask himself why he lives a thousand times and yet never die. | Henry Roth | ||
| b7cbe8e | kleege, | Henry Roth |