‘Teleki would gasp and sputter and grow red in the face and the audience would love it.’ Tamas Dobozy in Granta 107
At some point during the lecture Sándor would get up, point a finger at Professor Teleki and accuse him of lying – and Teleki would gasp and sputter and grow red in the face and the audience would love it. But it wasn’t an act, and Teleki had approached Sándor many times – either personally …
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