pollen
[Laughing softly.
There you go.
[He presses a bell-button on the wall, bends over the writing-desk and writes a line which he encloses in an envelope.
You're easy. And there are a hundred million like you. When it comes to war, reason goes to sleep. You both of you knew perfectly well that I had absolutely no later news than you, but you let yourself be hypnotized like children. I can do anything I want with you.
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Ring, sir?
pollen
Take this to the news-stand in the hall.