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59498	Anderson, Poul	What Shall It Profit?			.txt	text/plain	6698	696	88	Barwell grabbed the whisky glass like a drowning man. Barwell moved closer to Radek. a long time." Barwell waved his hand expansively. Radek took a long breath. man's old quiet bravery in the face of death and ruin and the petty Radek smiled at himself, twistedly, and threw the cigaret away and got Radek spelled it out and watched the man go. "Sure, that's all right." Radek shivered in the thin chill air and "I know." Radek sat down without waiting for an invitation. "So what do you want?" he asked when Radek paused for breath. "In other words," said Radek slowly, "the body has a built-in suicide "But nature doesn't care about the individual, friend Radek. "And you appear to think fast on your feet, Dr. Lang." Radek laughed. voice was defeated, and when Radek looked back it was an old man who of Lang's shoulders was a gnawing in Radek's conscience.	./cache/59498.txt	./txt/59498.txt