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  "thread": {
    "id": 6263,
    "subject": "Mathoms from the Time Closet",
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    "first": "2012-06-12T09:11:24+00:00",
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      "message_id": "<CA+WO8_6vjT5UaCdTUcH84e6hMg47k7UPmjxZ_PKxRsOYqPgQCg@mail.gmail.com>",
      "from": {
        "name": "Tony Ellis",
        "address": "tonyellis69 at btopenworld.com"
      },
      "date": "2012-06-12T09:11:24+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) Mathoms from the Time Closet",
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          "text": "I can’t let this one pass without mentioning that Against the\nLafayette Escadrille is not only one of my favourite Wolfe short\nstories, but one of my favourite short stories full stop. If I was\ncalled upon to compile a book of short stories, it would be in there.\n\nNot a word is wasted, but you’d never guess it from the unhurried\npace. Almost half of it is just an old man rambling on about his\npeculiar retirement project. Then the ground drops away beneath our\nfeet. Suddenly it’s a story about the magic of the early days of\naviation, the American Civil War, the supernatural, love, loss,\nobsession... and bump, we’re back on the ground again. But not in the\nplace we started from.\n\n(I don’t agree, by the way, that this is a man who just thinks he was\na German pilot. He’s the real thing.)\n\nUnder “allusions” you might want to put “The Song of Wandering Aengus”\nby W B Yeats, which tells the same story with a similar beautiful\neconomy. Interestingly, both works end on exactly the same word."
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