Vendeur : Wagon Tongue Books, Linden, AB, Canada
Soft cover. Etat : Very Good +. Nicholas Sperakis (illustrateur). This tale of 135 pages begins (and ends) in what the author referes to as a banal cafe. A conversation ensues between the reader (listener) and a man (narrator) who identifies himself only by referring frequentl to someone called my Lady. The rest is for your imagination. Touches of ambivalence, despair, inwardness, and testiness. Cond : Paper wrapper is white with black lettering and decoration. Front cover drawing is a portrait of a wrinkled, middle-aged man with bowtie - perhaps pausing in that cafe. Fore corners and some edges are slightly soft. Minimal soiling. Not faded. No names, marks, creases nor tears. Tight in binding. Small blemish in the laminate - back cover. Excellent reading copy ! ! Quote (p. 38) : " They noticed everything; the kindness, the growing synpathy and the peculiar reverence before suffering which - they thought - marked him as one of them. Cautiously, they inched closer to him. They were attracted by his naive candor when ._._._. ." Size: 8vo. N° de réf. du vendeur 007251
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