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"I was happy to mingle with British academics again. Chatham house had the smell of an old British intitution. Dark, old, plush carpets, a picture of the Queen hanging in the hallway. An amazing number of fire proof doors. And old switches. And middle aged women pushing tea, coffee and biscuits carts. In the wooden lad corridors, old men in grey suits wandered around with grace." |
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