Lucinda walked slowly back to her car, which she had parked outside the Institute of Telepathy, at the side of which a young tree leaned forward to catch the light at the far end of Balzac Street. She sat in the car for a few minutes, collecting her thoughts, and then turned the key in the ignition.
"Salman Rushdie and some modern novelists could envy you!" - she nodded to herself - "you young trees with an amazing overview of Balzac.The Human Comedy! Father Goriot! ... " "Trees, be ambitious!" - she smiled glancing back at the Institute of Telepathy.
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Lucinda walked slowly back to her car, which she had parked outside the Institute of Telepathy, at the side of which a young tree leaned forward to catch the light at the far end of Balzac Street. She sat in the car for a few minutes, collecting her thoughts, and then turned the key in the ignition.
"Salman Rushdie and some modern novelists could envy you!" - she nodded to herself - "you young trees with an amazing overview of Balzac.The Human Comedy! Father Goriot! ... "
"Trees, be ambitious!" - she smiled glancing back at the Institute of Telepathy.
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