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Coffee falls into the stomach ... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop ... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...
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To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure.
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