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“Then came the interrogation. It required more effort on my part than ever, because while I was answering, I actually focused all my strength not on my statements but mainly on holding the book inconspicuously. Fortunately, the interrogation turned out to be short this time, and I brought the book back to my room in one piece. I won’t bother you with all the details, because at one point it slipped dangerously down my pants in the middle of the hallway, and I had to simulate a severe coughing fit to stoop and slide it back under my belt in one piece. But what was this momentary fright compared to the moment when I stepped back into my hell with it, alone at last, and yet no longer alone!
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--Stefan Zweig (Mr. B talking to the narrator in Chess Story)