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“Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more -- every thing presses on -- whilst thou are twisting that lock, -- see! it grows grey ; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make!”

Quote by Laurence Sterne

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The Works of Laurence Sterne: In One Volume, with a Life of the Author

The Works of Laurence Sterne: In One Volume, with a Life of the Author is a compilation of the writings of Laurence Sterne, a prominent figure in the English literary landscape of the 18th century. The collection includes his seminal novel 'Tristram Shandy,' known for its unique narrative style and philosophical musings. Additionally, the volume features a biography that delves into Sterne's personal life and the influences that shaped his work. more

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Laurence Sterne
Laurence Sterne

Laurence Sterne, born on November 24, 1713, and died on March 18, 1768, was a prominent English novelist of the 18th century. He is best known for his novel 'Tristram Shandy', which is considered a pioneer of modern fiction and is renowned for its unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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