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Until He Lost All His Money, My Father Was A Successful North London Jewish Businessman. He Was Unusual Among His Immediate Family In That He Was Enormously Cultured And Had An Incredible Library.

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Smiling Back At Her, It Occurs To Me That I've Never Met A Mean Librarian.

All That Sadness. All That Anger. It Is The Smoke That Gets Into Your Eyes. If You Do Not Blow It Away, How Can You Hope To See?

Nice Day For A Funeral.