There are days I wish I were a singular Voice . . .

The doubt made her less

certain of herself

and she spoke gently,

more gently than she

had intended . . .

” We’ll get together,” she growled in a winning way. “I’m not here to let you down. I don’t want to interfere with you. Why, if you succeed, my story’s all the more valuable. I’ll promise not to release anything at all until you give the word.” She said plaintively, as if she were an artist accused of deprecating paint, “I wouldn’t spoil your revolution. Why, it’ll be a grand story. ”  

from COLOGNE,  Stamboul Train by Graham Greene.

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  1. this beautiful…

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