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“Wolfe was drinking beer and looking at pictures of snowflakes in a book someone had sent him from Czechoslovakia... ...Wolfe seemed absorbed in the pictures. Looking at him, I said to myself, "He's in a battle with the elements. He's fighting his way through a raging blizzard, just sitting there comfortably looking at pictures of snowflakes. That's the advantage of being an artist, of having imagination." I said aloud, "You mustn't go to sleep, sir, it's fatal. You freeze to death." The League of Frightened Men”

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Rex Stout
Rex Stout

Rex Stout was an American writer renowned for his detective novels. His works, featuring the character of Nero Wolfe, have won the hearts of many readers. Stout's writing career spanned half a century, and his contributions had a profound impact on the genre of detective fiction. more

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