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Twenty-Eight Years Old - Richard Francis Fanshawe
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Richard Francis Fanshawe 28

Next day was my birthday. July 6th. I was twenty-eight. No presents, though. Only letter for me was one from Gibbs, saying that after due consultation his client had decided ten bob wasn’t enough, and could I make it a pound a month, yours faithfully, etc., Sellars and Braithwaite, Solicitors.

That made me pretty wild, I can tell you. I wrote back straight off, telling Gibbs he and Old Timms could either stuff it or go to court for the whole amount. I wasn’t going to pay any more, not even ten bob. Did the trick, too: I never heard from either of ‘em again.

However.

Julian Maclaren-Ross  ·  Of Love and Hunger

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"Timothy John, twenty-eight, whose face, set in a narrow head unlike either of his parents’, at once suggested his timid nature..."

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"Hey, there! Stella Baby!"

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"O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years..."

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Yossarian

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"He could not make them understand that he was a crotchety old fogey of twenty-eight, that he belonged to another generation, another era, another world, that having a good time bored him and was not worth the effort, and they bored him, too"