Presented with a novel of 2,500 pages, I am resolute. Having written a novel of over 1,700 pages myself, I do not quail.
Furthermore, I protest! Against the assertion that you, Marcel, are handsomer than I, Robert Musil. You see how much more dignified is the face of a man with no mustaches at all. Yes, that's right, you heard me. Not a single facial follicle, and yet lovely as the day is long! I revoke my vote of "superlatif" on your piquant poll at left.
Now, if you will excuse me, I will calm my spirits with a second viewing of Robocop before tackling Swann's Way.
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