“Where all the people…are…going…They can’t like it, can they?”“I can’t imagine why they should,”. Hwyomp.“It’s coming from outside the city,” said Ludmilla. There were strung-together noises that might have been intended to be notes, put together as one might draw a map of a country that one had never seen.Hnyip. If you’d never heard music before.”There weren’t notes. Poons?”Windle tried to pull the remains of his hat over his ears.“Don’t know,” he said. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
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