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April 26, 2015


I remember John Bayley quoting or quasi-quoting Karl Krauss on the murderous rage that filled him whenever he opened a book that began something like this: "Humphrey glanced at the clock as he crossed the room. It was 3:00 pm."

But I can't find it. Might have been in TLS?

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