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The time when he worked for a private firm, with a more than satisfactory wage, had passed. Once, just once since he was laid off, he managed – from his dole money, which he was still receiving at the time, and from his work as an amateur dogcatcher – to put aside a sum sufficient for three litres. He phoned me up then too. And he set about drinking, happy. All the while he talked to me about suicide. Philosophically, pathetically, but at the same time enthusiastically, as though it were a question of the supreme creative act of which man might be capable. In the end, in order to justify his claim, he went on to biblical arguments

 
Toate bufnitele
Un singur cer deasupra lor
Fetita care se juca de-a Dumnezeu
Circul nostru va prezinta:
Noptile Patriarhului
Tache de catifea
Camionul bulgar
Orfeu in infern
parteneri parteneri parteneri parteneri

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