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And sometimes the night wind nudged his feet so that they struck the circle of his priestly garment like dumb clappers in a deaf-and-dumb bell; they seemed to be tolling without evoking a sound.

Joseph Roth, The Radetzky March

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All around him Death was circling, circling and mowing.

Joseph Roth, The Radetzky March

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The young man was rebaptizing her, she was a child—and as fresh as her name.

Joseph Roth, The Radetzky March.

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Let the schools of literary criticism, rapacious fingerlings, resort to the facts of the author’s life before they can interpret the text.

Nadine Gordimer, “The Empire of Joseph Roth.”

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