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For the first contemplator of the picturesque erotic buildings, the foreigner could only imagine how strange the strange must be the characters who matched them. This young man with the long, reddish-brown fur and the cheeky face - this young man was not really a writer, but he was certainly a novel.
Above all this appealing non-reality struck her at dusk, when the flamboyant rooftops were dim against the glow of the night and the whole crazy town looked like a floating plume. This was the most powerful of all on a certain night that is still vague in the town, whose main character was the red-brown lyric.
Mister Lucian Gregory, the redheaded writer, was really (in a certain sense) a man to hear, even if you only laugh at the end. Out of this almost sacred ovale, however, his face abruptly juxtaposed wide and brutally, the jaw with a look of coccney-disdain.
Looks like the end of the alembic. Others may recall it because it was the first performance in the place of the second saffron park writer. The redheaded revolutionist had ruled for a long while without a competitor; his loneliness ended abruptly on the eve of the sundown.
He was a very mellow-looking man with a light, pointed moustache and weak-looking, golden coat. However, the feeling was growing that he was less gentle than he was. It signaled its entry, in that it differed with the incumbent writer Gregory over the whole character of poetic.
Said he (Syme) was a writer of right, a writer of order; no, he said he was a seriousness. All the saffron parkers were looking at him as if he had just fell from the heavens. Indeed, Mr Lucian Gregory, the narrative writer, combined the two atrocities.
In high oratorically good humor, Gregory summed up. "That', said Mr Syme. "Do you have to go?" Gregory asked in a sarcastic way. He waved his big crimson face with a sluggish and melancholy murmur. She shrugged at the uncomfortable words, but Syme was too warm to obey. System glanced right into his eye and gave him a sweet grin.
Gregory's large portholes flashed like those of an enraged beast, and one could almost imagine that his scarlet hair opened. "I' m sorry?" said Syme. "I' m not serious about my anarchism," Gregory shouted with knotty hands. "Syme said and left. Surprised, but with a strange joy, he still found Rosamond Gregory in his group.
System was smiling. System burst into a big smile that seemed too big for his light and somewhat dandy-like body. As Syme walked with her to a place in the backyard and poured out his opinion. As Syme went out into the starry road, he found her empty for the time being.
Right in front of the entrance there was a lantern whose shine gold plated the leafs of the trees that overlooked it. Approximately one leg away from the mast there was a statue that was almost as stiff and immobile as the mast itself. Just an edge of hot coat against the sunlight, and also something aggressively in the posture, announced that it was the writer Gregory.
Syme replied more formal. What about" Syme asked in a kind of feeble miracle. Stillness was falling again, and Syme, although he could not understand anything, heard of something serious at first. Grégory started with a soft tone and a confusing grin.
"I' m very sorry," Syme answered with gravitation. and Gregory kept staring at him in pain. As Syme hit his cane hard on the rocks in the street. Symes waited with his accustomed clemency until Gregory reopened his mouth. "Syme asked when the other one was pausing.
" Then Syme took off his thumbs. By trapping him, Gregory gave the adress of an arcane pub on the banks of the Chiswick National.