The room was filled with smoke, dry worn-out smoke retaining in it like a web the insectile cadavers of dry husks of words which had been spoken and should be gone, the breaths exhaled not to be breathed again. But the words went on, and in those brief interruptions between cigarettes the exhalations were rebreathed.
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William Gaddis was a 20th-century American novelist. William Thomas Gaddis Jr. was an American novelist. Read more on Wikipedia →