zochid buudliin nariihan koridoroor garaa savlan alhah turanhai zegzger bietei uilchlegch zaluu amandaa negen aylguug zoolon isgereh ni thieving magpie ajee. ene ch bargiin duulj huurddag isgerdeg yer shugelddeg hunii barij avch zurhelj aylah ay bish l yumsan, manai hun harin neg ch ongo aldahgui aylah aj...
... The waiter carried a silver tray again,with the usual bottle of Cutty Sark and an ice bucket and two glasses.His silver tray bobbed pleasantly in time with the tune he was whistling,now and then catching the glare of a ceiling light.He repeated the melody of Thieving Magpie over and over like a magic spell. We had had a recording of the overture in the house when I was a boy.It has been conducted by Toscanini which had the blood stirring intensity to it,like the slow strangulation of a powerful foe who has been downed after a violent battle...[ Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami]
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