...because his door seemed always open - admitting dreams as well as real people. None of them owned up to which of the two categories they were, although the doorman did have suspicions. He wasn’t fooled by their appearance, since the most bizarre were probably the most believable as tangible creatures of the night, if not of the day. Those with smiles on sunny faces - well, surely. they could not be real in any circumstances, bearing in mind the sadness of life, the doorman thought - until one of the ugliest specimens (named Brian) cracked a joke which brought a smile even to a doorman’s life. He didn’t admit Brian, however, because, at last, the joint was ... (more)

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