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“Language is by its very nature a communal thing; that is, it expresses never the exact thing but a compromise - that which is common to you, me, and everybody.”

Quote by T. E. Hulme

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T. E. Hulme
T. E. Hulme

T.E. Hulme was an influential English poet known for his concise and direct style. His work had a profound impact on early 20th-century British literature, particularly within the Imagist movement. Hulme's poetry emphasized clear expression and precise imagery, influencing later writers and critics for years to come. more

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