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  <author>John Crowley</author>
  <body>It didn't seem to him, though, on this morning in the Faraways, such an unfortunate thing, that kind of small-town determinism. True, he had himself clambered out of it as fast as he could and into the Great World seeking growing-room and air to breathe; but he had in fact languished in the city, not growing but shrinking over time into a strange form of invisibility. 

Almost no one that he'd known there knew anyone else he had known, and so to each new acquaintance Pierce was able to present a separate and partial character, an ad hoc personality specially adapted to the circumstances (bar, bookstore, Brooklyn) but too flimsy to support more than a single other person at close range...</body>
  <created-at>2007-12-15T22:10:40Z</created-at>
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  <source>http://www.amazon.com/Solitudes-Aegypt-Cycle-John-Crowley/dp/1585679860/</source>
  <title>The Solitudes</title>
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