theducks, you may be onto something. Here's some code from the first few paragraphs of the book (sorry to chew up so much space):
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<title>1969-1973</title>
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<p class="calibre6"><span class="big">1969-1973</span></p>
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I used to love listening to stories about faraway places. It was almost pathological.
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There was a time, a good ten years ago now, when I went around latching onto one person after another, asking them to tell me about the places where they were born and grew up. Times were short of people willing to lend a sympathetic ear, it seemed, so anyone and everyone opened up to me, obligingly and emphatically telling all. People I didn't even know somehow got word of me and sought me out.
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It was as if they were tossing rocks down a dry well: they'd spill all kinds of different stories my way, and when they'd finished, they'd go home pretty much satisfied. Some would talk contentedly; some would work up quite an anger getting it out. Some would put things well, but just as often others would come along with stories I couldn't make head nor tail of from beginning to end. There were boring stories, pathetic tear-jerkers, jumbles of half-nonsense. Even so, I'd hold out as long as I could and give a serious listen.
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Everyone had something they were dying to tell somebody or shout to the whole world – who knows why? I always felt as if I'd been handed a cardboard box crammed full of monkeys. I'd take the monkeys out of the box one at a time, carefully brush off the dust, give them a pat on the bottom, and send them scurrying off into the fields. I never knew where they went from there. They probably ended their days nibbling acorns somewhere. But that, after all, was their fate.
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That was the thing about it. There was so little return on all the effort involved. Thinking back on it now, I'll bet if there had been a World's Most Earnest Listener contest that year, I'd have won hands down. And I'd probably have won a box of kitchen matches.
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Me again:
If you think the <div class="calibre5"> at the top of each paragraph is causing the problem, I can manually do a "search & destroy" in each of the xhtml pages' codes. Or could it (also) be the </div> at the bottom of each paragraph too that have to go, too?
Thanks in advance. I HATE those spaced paragraphs!!!