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“And why should any man who writes, even if he writes things immortal, nurse anger at the world's neglect? Who asked him to publish? Who promised him a hearing? Who has broken faith with him? Your poem, your novel, who bargained with you for it?”

Quote by George Gissing

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The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft

This book offers a glimpse into the life and thoughts of Henry Ryecroft, exploring his personal experiences and philosophical musings. more

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George Gissing
George Gissing

George Gissing was an English novelist known for his profound depiction of the lives of the working class. His works often focus on the struggles of the lower class and critical reflections on Victorian British society. more

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