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“We tend to think human knowledge as progressive; because we know more and more, our parents and grandparents are back numbers. But a contrary theory is possible - that we simply recognize different things at different times and in different ways.”

Quote by Robertson Davies

Work

The Cornish Trilogy

The Cornish Trilogy is a collection of historical fiction novels that delve into the rich history and culture of Cornwall, England. The series is known for its vivid portrayal of the region's past, exploring themes of tradition, heritage, and the human spirit amidst the picturesque Cornish landscape. more

Author

Robertson Davies
Robertson Davies

Robertson Davies was a Canadian novelist known for his wit and humor. His works often set in the Canadian society, exploring the relationship between individuals and society. Davies' works include the 'Amos Fortune' series and the 'Crown of the North' series, which are highly appreciated by readers. more

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