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“The tempo of modern life, the extension of the reading habit to classes of society whose time for leisure is more restricted or whose education has not trained them to concentrate on reading of an imaginative kind in too large quantities, education, the distraction of other competing interests, and the opportunities offered in the use or abuse of leisure — these are but a few of the intangibles in the complex of literary influences.”

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Book:Time and the Novel
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