The first day in the countryside they had walked out of the forest slap into a Russian camp. Pataki immediately feigned intense pain, on the lines of acute appendicitis, and got the others to plead for a doctor and medicine. This appeal had the desired effect, the soldiers had told them to go to hell and shooed them away.
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Mathematics had this to recommend it, if nothing else: it made everything else, ants, English, push-ups, ironing, washing-up, beguiling and wonderful. Whole new galaxies of interests had popped open now that the maths exam was drawing close; anything unconnected with maths was irresistible.
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"It goes without saying you're going to win this match," said Hepp, "so I'm not going to say it. These meat-processors have undoubtedly got webbed toes and if they're in basketball gear, it's because they brought their mothers to help them change. I don't want to be accused of being unreasonable, I don't want to be the target of petulant rumblings but gentlemen, I have to insist on a twenty-point victory."
- From Under the Frog, a novel by Tibor Fischer
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