
You are Batavus Droogstoppel, Amsterdam coffee broker and declared enemy of poetry. On the Kalverstraat a man in a worn shawl takes hold of your coat button — a schoolfellow who once rescued you, back from the Indies with a family and a favour to ask. You escape down a side lane; the next morning his parcel sits on your desk, full of petitions, poems and official copies from years abroad. Your new trainee opens the first sheet: an assistant resident bound for a neglected district, named Max Havelaar.
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