Jeremy
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| Location | Antarctica |
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| Introduction | With the eyes of his Tienappel forebear--penetrating, clairvoyant eyes-- he beheld a familiar part of his body, and for the first time in his life he understood that he would die. And he made the same face he usually made when listening to music-- a rather dull, sleepy, and devout face, his head tilted toward one shoulder, his mouth half-open. The director said, "Spooky isn't it? Yes, there's no mistaking that whiff of spookiness." |