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“The [nineteenth-century] young men who were Puritans in politics were anti-Puritans in literature. They were willing to die for the independence of Poland or the Manchester Fenians; and they relaxed their tension by voluptuous reading in Swinburne.”

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Book:The Strange Necessity: Essays and Reviews
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The Strange Necessity: Essays and Reviews

This book is a compilation of thoughtful essays and critical reviews that delve into a wide range of subjects, offering insights and perspectives on different aspects of life, culture, and thought. more

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Rebecca West
Rebecca West

Rebecca West, born Cecil William James on December 21, 1892, and died on March 15, 1983, was a prominent British author of the 20th century. Known for her profound social insight and unique literary style, she left a lasting impact on the world of literature. more

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