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1967 Harry Levin, Why Literary Criticism Is Not an Exact Science (book title) (Harvard University Press)

Another son delivers small bowls of soupy brown lentils, which are to be poured over the rice. He returns with a green, squashlike vegetable and chutney.

She was in pale violet peau de soie, and a hat so beguiling that Kit was only momentarily surprised to find himself with an erection.