And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased ... thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled.
Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of the Red Death
For many whites in the Rhodesian capital of Salisbury, it was pleasure as usual last weekendan afternoon at the race track followed, for some, by an early evening sail at Lake Mcllwaine before returning to the club for some light-hearted chat about the upcoming...
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