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Justice was like coloured balls in a magician's hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath the light of politics.Qiu Xiaolong
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407Justice was like coloured balls in a magician's hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath the light of politics.Qiu Xiaolong
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The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that moment, it touched a string, a peg, deep inside him.Qiu Xiaolong
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If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really like it and know that part isn't real.Qiu Xiaolong