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He was in front of one of the more imposing of the cafés chantants—opposite, illuminated with a whole row of lights, was the wonderful poster which had helped to make ‘Alcide’ famous. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. They shouted to her from the wings to come off. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused before the mirror.
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