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The Day of Days

by Louis Joseph Vance
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Smell, P. Sybarite mused aloud.... For an instant he was silent in depression. Then with extraordinary vehemence he continued crescendo: "Stupid-stagnant-sepulchral-sempiternally-sticky-Smell!" He paused for both breath and words-pondered with bended head, knitting his brows forbiddingly. "Supremely squalid, sinisterly sebaceous, sombrely sociable Smell " he pursued violently. Momentarily his countenance cleared; but his smile was as fugitive asthe favour of princes. Vindictively champing the end of a cedar penholder, he groped for expression: "Stygian ... sickening ... surfeiting ... slovenly ... sour...." He shook his head impatiently and clawed the impregnated atmosphere with a tragic hand. "Stench!" he perorated in a voice tremulous with emotion. Even that comprehensive monosyllable was far from satisfactory.

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Publisher: 1st World Library Edition: First

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  • Release date: November 2, 2006

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  • ISBN: 142182597X
  • Release date: November 2, 2006

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  • ISBN: 142182597X
  • File size: 640 KB
  • Release date: November 2, 2006

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Classic Literature Fiction

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English

From the book:

Smell, P. Sybarite mused aloud.... For an instant he was silent in depression. Then with extraordinary vehemence he continued crescendo: "Stupid-stagnant-sepulchral-sempiternally-sticky-Smell!" He paused for both breath and words-pondered with bended head, knitting his brows forbiddingly. "Supremely squalid, sinisterly sebaceous, sombrely sociable Smell " he pursued violently. Momentarily his countenance cleared; but his smile was as fugitive asthe favour of princes. Vindictively champing the end of a cedar penholder, he groped for expression: "Stygian ... sickening ... surfeiting ... slovenly ... sour...." He shook his head impatiently and clawed the impregnated atmosphere with a tragic hand. "Stench!" he perorated in a voice tremulous with emotion. Even that comprehensive monosyllable was far from satisfactory.

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Classic Literature Fiction