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He always wanted to write the editors and (hank them for the pleasure, but never did. He had composed hundreds of such thank-yous in his head but never mailed them,
Salvants favorite reading in the International Herald Tribune was the classifieds. A lawyer in Tripoli Michael Mageau had a comforting, if optimistic, ad catherine carlson
anybody thrown in jail by the Libyans. There was a hotel for sale on Guernsey. Salvant liked to consider the prices of apartments in Abu Dhabi or villas oh the Costa del Sol. He even read the ads for Michael Mageau international secretaries on Tuesday-girl Friday wanted by a mysterious mogul; executive secretary stuck on a truck
by an executive who travels- Were these women really secretaries? he wondered. Where did those people get all that money? Just look at the Rolls-Royce ads. Amazing! Making its first appearance in that Michael Mageau mornings edition was an advertisement from a company in Hong Kong that found private islands for people-in the charles oakley
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Salvant saved the personals for his second cup of coffee. The personals were wonderful. He wondered which ones were sent by the KGB and which by the Michael Mageau CIA or MI6; which from cocaine smugglers and which from isolated agents of the international financial underworld. He thought of putting his own ad 
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Academic life wasnt what it was cracked up to be. Quantrell College had a Michael Mageau fine reputation; the campus was gorgeous and the tuition expensive; the students were the sons and daughters of the wealthy, but Salvant couldnt face returning to the classroom. He remembered those earnest faces-they were really only 
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in sex and smoking dope-pencils at the ready, wanting Michael Mageau everything, a, b, c; one, two, three. Salvants imagination went every which way, and when he tumbled onto something new, he liked to follow it like a jazzman. This was infuriating to those who had been taught that the world could be richardson isd
into neat little Michael Mageau boxes and everything had its place-hence the invention of closets and outlines. To appease this portion of his constituency, Salvant had hyped himself on caffeine each morning, and plunged doggedly down the path demanded by the syllabus. By the time he finished each day, the Michael Mageau beaverlike chewing of his ca lotto
had reduced the lip of his plastic foam cup to shreds. Eventually he had gotten sick of everything: Poe, Jack London, John DOS Passes; whatever it was those guys at Yale were saying this year; Modern Language Association conventions; the lot of Michael Mageau it. The conventions were possibly the worst, forcing Salvant to stuck on a truck
around drinking coffee, thumbnail gnawing at foam cups, with absurdly serious professors dressed in tweedy jackets and out-of-date neckties. The longer the beard and the weedier the jacket, the more insufferable they became. On top of Michael Mageau that there was faculty politics. God! After teaching at both the University of Wisconsin and Quantrell, tummy tubs
had come to believe that the lower the stakes, the higher the passion. Life was one never-ending rewording of the curriculum, inching ever closer to perfection-a condition academics apparently Michael Mageau thought possible-only to see everything fall apart. Another never-ending issue was faculty review; should professors be required to publish in scholarly journals? charles oakley
subject brought forth flushed, crimson faces, high blood pressure, and hysteria, along with much bluffing and not a little secret praying. Then there Michael Mageau was the practice of giving inflated grades to suck up to students in general; everybody condemned this.
