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The strange light illuminated all those night-time meetings that took place in every imaginable sort of café; the lips mouthing defiant words, heedless of restraint or consequence, often overbearing and brutal as only Norwegians can be, vast shadows of impotence misery and shabbiness – spirits training for fulfillment, striving in vain to be great, complete, unique. And at the center of all the faces there would be Jaeger, whose logic was as sharp as a scythe and as cold as an icy blast.. (en) |
