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“(sosyete için) Konukların çoğu, etkileyici dış görünüşlerine karşın bomboş insanlardı; bunlar öylesine kendini beğenmiş insanlardı ki, sahibiymiş gibi göründükleri bir takım güzelliklerin kendilerinin bilinçli çabalarıyla değil, aileden miras yoluyla edinilmiş tümüyle yapay şeyler olduğunun bile farkındda değillerdi.”

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Book:The Idiot
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The Idiot

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Author:John Richard Spencer
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