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  {
    "time": "14:54",
    "quote_first": "grand ducal troikas with clinking harnesses studded with metal plaques and flying tassels, the outer horses coquetting, as usual, beside the staid trot of the shaft-horse,–all mingle in the endless procession which flows on up the Nevsky Prospekt through the Bolshaya Morskaya,–Great Sea Street,–and out upon the Neva quays, and back again, to see and be seen, until long after the sun has set on the short days, at ",
    "quote_time_case": "six minutes to three",
    "quote_last": ".",
    "title": "Russian Rambles",
    "author": "Isabel F. Hapgood",
    "sfw": "yes"
  },
  {
    "time": "14:54",
    "quote_first": "In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in ",
    "quote_time_case": "about 2.55",
    "quote_last": ", when you know you’ve had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.",
    "title": "Life, the Universe and Everything",
    "author": "Douglas Adams",
    "sfw": "yes"
  }
]