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Claude Glystra rose towards consciousness like a water-logged timber. He opened his eyes; vision reached his brain.
He lay on a low bed at the rear of a plank-walled cottage.
But, for instance, when I was awfully young, I read all the Oz books. They were an enormous influence on me. – Jack Vance: http://dlvr.it/Cdrgld