The Count of Monte Cristo in a Bubble Car
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| Introduction | Freshly-painted wheel barrows, the memory of a summer's day long ago in North Berwick and the complete memoirs of Comrade Enver Hoxha (as translated into Inuit by the November Publishing House of Tirana). Nowt else matters to me. And go easy on the booze, for I too have spent a night in Pyongyang reading an Inspector Rebus novel. |
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