The works of Edgar Allan Poe [with a mem. by R.W. Griswold].

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Another "Adventures of" nouvella on a Dutch man who travels to the moon by way of an air balloon while he maintains airf inside a car-cab he bought. not only did EAP ignore the science in this tale ... Читать весь отзыв

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