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A man, passionate for security, works and saves…
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Sam Dastor
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10:38 |
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5: The sanctions my mother had invoked…
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Sam Dastor
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12:43 |
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6: It only remained now for Sandra to leave.
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Sam Dastor
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10:49 |
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3: In that period of my life which was to follow…
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Sam Dastor
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11:58 |
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But there was an awkwardness. My sisters and I…
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Sam Dastor
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11:30 |
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So the legitimate desire for succession…
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Sam Dastor
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11:04 |
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I should have slapped her on that mouth…
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Sam Dastor
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09:00 |
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But how could I resist her quick delight?
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Sam Dastor
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12:48 |
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Will I be believed if I say that on four successive…
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Sam Dastor
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11:38 |
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Success is success; once it occurs it explains itself.
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Sam Dastor
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11:26 |
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There are many of us around living modestly…
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Sam Dastor
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12:14 |
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Everyone reduced, reciprocally, to a succession…
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Sam Dastor
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11:31 |
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7: My first instinct was towards the writing…
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Sam Dastor
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02:01 |
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2: How right our aryan ancestors were…
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Sam Dastor
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12:58 |
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2: Cecil sometimes came home with me…
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Sam Dastor
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10:26 |
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What makes a marriage? What makes a house…?
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Sam Dastor
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11:04 |
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The arc of the cork floats steadily contracted.
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Sam Dastor
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12:48 |
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'Singh, does this certificate belong to you?'
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Sam Dastor
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08:40 |
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4: In the active period of my life…
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Sam Dastor
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11:14 |
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The priest hallowed the baby with his saliva…
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Sam Dastor
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11:51 |
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So we were set apart. And a little above.
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Sam Dastor
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11:28 |
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2–1: On Isabella when I was a child…
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Sam Dastor
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09:10 |
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I have spoken of the mood of celebration…
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Sam Dastor
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11:30 |
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The women liked the running shorts, the exposed…
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Sam Dastor
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09:37 |
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The Mimic Men
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Sam Dastor
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09:45 |
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3: My father became the possessor…
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Sam Dastor
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09:00 |
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It was one of a series of Missionary Martyrs…
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Sam Dastor
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08:30 |
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For Cecil childhood was the great time.
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Sam Dastor
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09:15 |
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The sight of the straight empty road…
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Sam Dastor
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10:43 |
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The last book he had been reading…
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Sam Dastor
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08:50 |
