As tedious as rote memorization was, Avram Dehpour was finding

an odd pleasure in it — like memorizing Beethoven’s Diabelli Variations.

He found it quite satisfying to zip through four pages —

one hundred verbs, or nouns, or anything for that matter —

and not miss a one.  When he got one wrong,

or missed a pronunciation, he went back to the beginning

and punished himself by starting over.  He had conquered three

hundred verbs when his tea and sandwich arrived.  He took

a sip, went back to work as if the food

was much less important than English vocabulary and verb conjugations.

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Paraphrases from the novel The Broker by John Grisham.

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