he fired the blowtorch and approached the ice

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Farewell, cried Glaucus, absently. Farewell, my friends.

He fired the blowtorch and approached the ice.

Whereer he moved, the goddess shone before, he quoted, adding in a reverent whisper, Homer.

Colin Higgins, from Harold and Maude, 1971.

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