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Couldn't resist anymore and took the old DeLorean for a quick spin to 2060. Pleasant trip -- apart from the little incident in which some followers of the Cult of Quidditch launched their Bludgers (or were they just bowling balls?) at me for not genuflecting before one of the ubiquitous Rowling statues -- and I have to say that The Ocean Full of Bowling Balls is a heartbreaking and nearly perfect short story.
Beats me why Salinger wanted to keep that one under wraps; also makes me hope that there might be some really good stuff among the material to be published in 2015.
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