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“Ah, how hard it is to manage the fateful transition to old age gracefully and calmly! Instead, convulsions, writhings, grimaces, strife with the younger generation, envy.”

Quote by Knut Hamsun

Work

The wanderer

This book follows the journey of a protagonist as they embark on a quest for meaning and adventure, traversing unknown landscapes and encountering diverse characters. more

Author

Knut Hamsun
Knut Hamsun

Norwegian author known for his unique literary style and profound psychological descriptions. Hamsun's works often explore themes of loneliness, despair, and the meaning of human existence. His most famous works include 'Hunger' and 'Growth of the Soil'. more

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