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Pierre Schmitt,Cédric Bonhomme,Jocelyn Aubert,Benjamin Gateaus. The delivery even attracts the attention of the local paper, and a journalist is sent to observe the party through a window. The published report (which Mr. Gray shares with his readers) focuses on the meal’s extravagance and wild nature, from the description of the “immense game-pie, composed of

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Rüdiger Pryss,Julian Tiedeken,Ulrich Kreher,Manfred Reicherttion of the March family as normal, middle-class omnivores and her own traumatic childhood experience of enforced ascetism. She must reshape her memories of hunger to fit the narrative expectations of her more conventional middle-class readers. Ultimately, the lessons associated with food prove unre

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Nelly Schuster,Raffael Stein,Christian Zirpinss and the mutation/dysregulation of Cul3 substrate adaptors in cancer. In particular, we will focus on several extensively studied substrate adaptors, such as Keap1, SPOP, KLHL20, and LZTR1, and will also discuss other recently identified Cul3 adaptors with oncogenic or tumor-suppressive functions.

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Andreas Lanz,Manfred Reichert,Peter Dadamconsidered himself a man of letters who wrote exclusively for pulp magazines; he instinctively felt that he was a gentleman but was actually the son of a commercial salesman; and he was a writer in the early twentieth century who owed nothing to the work of James, Eliot, Pound or Lawrence. His outpu

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Matthew Curland,Terry Halpinconsidered himself a man of letters who wrote exclusively for pulp magazines; he instinctively felt that he was a gentleman but was actually the son of a commercial salesman; and he was a writer in the early twentieth century who owed nothing to the work of James, Eliot, Pound or Lawrence. His outpu

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Barbara Weber,Jakob Pinggera,Stefan Zugal,Werner Wildconsidered himself a man of letters who wrote exclusively for pulp magazines; he instinctively felt that he was a gentleman but was actually the son of a commercial salesman; and he was a writer in the early twentieth century who owed nothing to the work of James, Eliot, Pound or Lawrence. His outpu