The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... Paris . " I'll still be here . " Her voice was toneless . She was simply stating a fact . But something like desperation came into her voice when she said , " I don't know if I'll ever get out of this place . " I made no answer . Soon ...
... Paris . " I'll still be here . " Her voice was toneless . She was simply stating a fact . But something like desperation came into her voice when she said , " I don't know if I'll ever get out of this place . " I made no answer . Soon ...
Side 32
... Paris ! ( “ I'm not used to carrying it . This is the first time I've left France since I got here ! " Because we knew Tony worked harder than the rest of us , we were silent . " I'll call Paris . Madame Benoit will send it on to ...
... Paris ! ( “ I'm not used to carrying it . This is the first time I've left France since I got here ! " Because we knew Tony worked harder than the rest of us , we were silent . " I'll call Paris . Madame Benoit will send it on to ...
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... Paris was the unchallenged center of art . This was the Mecca of young artists , understandably so , after all the decisive developments in contemporary art from Impressionism to Surrealism were born there . Paris was the place where ...
... Paris was the unchallenged center of art . This was the Mecca of young artists , understandably so , after all the decisive developments in contemporary art from Impressionism to Surrealism were born there . Paris was the place where ...
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