"In the spring of 1920, it was in March, exactly the 22nd, - let these victims of accuracy to pay for entry into the jury of documentary, without which the inquisitive reader of our time will probably ask in the newsrooms - I went on the market. I entered the market on March 22 and, I repeat, 1920. It was the Hay Market. But I can't tell you which corner I was on, nor do I remember what was in the papers that day. I didn't stand on the corner because I was walking back and forth on the pavement near the ruined market building. I sold a few books, the last thing I had..."
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