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Provided of course that a brick doesnt fall on my head in the street. . . A brick is neither here nor there, the stranger interrupted persuasively. A brick play it again sports syracuse never falls on anyones head. You in particular, I assure you, are in no danger from that. Your death will be different. Perhaps you know exactly how I am going to die? enquired Berlioz with understandable sarcasm at the ridiculous turn that the conversation seemed to be taking. Would you like to tell me? Certainly, rejoined the stranger. He looked Berlioz up and down as though he were measuring

him for a suit and muttered through his teeth something that sounded like : One, two . . . Mercury in the second house . . . the moon waning . . . six-- accident . . . evening--seven . . . then announced loudly and cheerfully : Your head will be cut off! Bezdomny turned to the stranger with a wild, furious stare and Berlioz asked with

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