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21. Apr 2007|20:37 |
Acting like she was looking for a friend, Maya strolled through the terminal. Damn Shepherd, she thought. His grandfather was a Latvian who had saved hundreds of lives during World War II. The grandson had assumed this honored Harlequin name, but he had always been a fool.
(John Twelve Hawks, "The Traveler")
Bet tā - savādi lasīt tekstu, kas sastāv tikai un vienīgi no klišejām (personāži, sižets, pasaule utt.). Tīra klišeju esence - kam tādam piemīt īpatnējs šarms; tikai rodas jautājums: cik ilgi to iespējams izturēt?
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