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“There is only one good definition of God: the freedom that allows other freedoms to exist.”

Quote by John Fowles

Book:THE FRENCH LIEUTENANT'S WOMAN

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THE FRENCH LIEUTENANT'S WOMAN

This novel is a complex narrative that intertwines the lives of two characters, a French lieutenant and a woman from a lower social class, amidst the backdrop of the Napoleonic Wars. The story delves into themes of love, deception, and the nature of truth, offering readers a richly detailed exploration of human emotions and societal norms. more

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John Fowles was an English novelist known for his unique narrative techniques and profound psychological insights. His works often explore themes of human nature, morality, and existentialism, with 'The French Lieutenant's Woman' and 'The Magus' being his most famous works. more

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