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farmfish dennis stepped from steinberg's deli friday at lunch, like a character from a woody allen film, half crazed, half brilliant. he had been arguing with herschel about chinese journalism, whether or not using the ny times as a textbook should be allowed in the university.

"where else are you going to find writers like elisabeth rosenthal?" dennis said, stuffing a pickle in his mouth.
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