Alex Sobolev

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One was Norman Dodsworth, the poet, who had got unpleasantly drunk but had been sensible enough to pass out before any violent action proved necessary. He had been deposited, not very gently, on the lawn, where it was hoped that a hyaena would give him a rude awakening. For all practical purposes he could, therefore, be regarded as absent.
Childhood's End
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