The last word of the reissue of Mr Nicholas, Thomas Hinde's exquisitely glum and fearingly funny novel of 1952, is probably a misprint. At least, it is minutely different from the last word in the Penguin book in 1962, the issue which brought Hinde's consummate first novel to an even more widely appreciative public. One tribute to the novel's exact art is that it matters whether the book ends, as it did then, with the exchange,

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