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“In an orchard there should be enough to eat, enough to lay up, enough to be stolen, and enough to rot on the ground.”

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The life of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.: comprehending an account of his studies and numerous works, in chronological order; a series of his epistolatory correspondence and conversations with many eminent persons; and various original pieces of his composition, never before published: the whole exhibiting a view of literature and literary men in Great-Britain, for near half a century during which he flourished

This book offers a chronological account of Samuel Johnson's life, showcasing his academic pursuits, literary achievements, and extensive correspondence with prominent individuals. It provides a unique perspective on the literary landscape of Great Britain over nearly half a century. more

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James Boswell
James Boswell

James Boswell, born on October 29, 1740, and died on May 19, 1795, was a Scottish lawyer and writer. He is best known for his biography, 'The Life of Samuel Johnson,' which provides a detailed account of the life and thoughts of the 18th-century British writer Samuel Johnson. more

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