Babel
Michael Romano, Milton Läufer & all the contributors to BAR
(Each of the following sentences comes from the texts of the Review.
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It was a little like discussing a book or a poem. Stunned, Opalka closed the notebook, got up, and left the room.
But for booklovers across the Kathmandu Valley, this was a tragedy of Alexandrian proportions: tens of thousands of books on literally every subject in the cosmos lay scattered in a sodden heap outside the eviscerated husk of Pilgrims Book House. The golden April morning smiled _____and the pearl moon slid _____into the cleave _________of the curved horizon, with viscous _____clouds _________running her down— translucent ghosts _____obscuring _____the last stars. When asked why he did it, he sadly admitted It’s one of his dumb little games.
But for booklovers across the Kathmandu Valley, this was a tragedy of Alexandrian proportions: tens of thousands of books on literally every subject in the cosmos lay scattered in a sodden heap outside the eviscerated husk of Pilgrims Book House. The golden April morning smiled _____and the pearl moon slid _____into the cleave _________of the curved horizon, with viscous _____clouds _________running her down— translucent ghosts _____obscuring _____the last stars. When asked why he did it, he sadly admitted It’s one of his dumb little games.