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His face was placid and guileless, as if all the racial wisdom had passed through leaving no perceptible traces. Like Earth, Navarth was old, irresponsible and melancholy, full of a dangerous mirth.
- Jack Vance, The Palace of Love, p. 341 in The Demon Princes, Vol. 1
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