| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Dizzy with light, we dipped into that enormous book of holidays, its pages blazing with sunshine and scented with the sweet melting pulp of golden pears.The prologue to The Go-Between begins with a line I am sure you have heard before: The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.An old man looks back half a century to the adolescent summer that changed the course of his life.
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