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Most of the water, however, did not run into the wall, but down it, because water, like cowardice and lust, always finds the lowest level.
Wilhelm’s smile reminded Harry of his father’s sad, resigned smile, the smile of a man looking backwards because that’s where the things that made him smile were.
For an alcoholic, life consisted of being drunk and the intervals between being drunk.
