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There's something catching about ambition.
that was a kind of intimacy because she felt somehow that his wrinkles and birthmarks and imperfections belonged to his private life.
It was a place where they also brought their private lives for everyone else to look at, paw over, comment on and enjoy. The typing pool in the center of the thirty-fifth floor at Fabian was like the village square.
Girls like Caroline, who have just finished fifteen uninterrupted years of educational routine, find themselves still dividing the year into seasons in the way they are used to, rather than by the calendar.
It was odd, she thought, how quickly one could become attuned to the undercurrents of office feeling: the fears, the jealousies, the connivings and the secret panics. It was not safe to think that anyone was unafraid;
"You know," he said, "very few people realize the great future that's waiting for paperback books. Do you realize that we have a first printing of a quarter of a million copies for each and every book?"

Brief allusion to "Ode on a Grecian Urn": 'More happy love! more happy, happy love!'

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