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Objects strewn here and there, left alone to rot by time's slow aggression. Would they be destroyed if they weren't damaged by time? Were they just old objects? Only in appearance. Old newspapers and magazines. You read the headlines aloud. The publishers seem to have had at their disposal a great font of false wisdom.
You search for your father among the piles of newspaper clippings, compiled by daily, useless activity.