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Umberto Eco laughingly said, "While waiting for your elevator to come up from the first to the third floor, I have already written an article." Mukund remarked, "Not everyone can do that of course. Your non-fictional writing, your scholarly work has a certain playful and personal quality about it."

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Umberto Eco laughingly said that while he was waiting for his elevator to come up from the first to the third floor, he had already written an article. Mukund remarked that not everyone could do that really. His non-fictional writing, his scholarly work had a certain playful and personal quality about it.

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