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Boswell's Life of Johnson: Including Boswell's Journal of a Tour of the Hebrides, and Johnson's Diary of A Journey Into North Wales

The book offers a detailed account of Samuel Johnson's life and character, as seen through the eyes of his close friend and biographer, James Boswell. It includes insights into Johnson's intellectual and social life, as well as his travels in Scotland and Wales. The work is considered a classic in the genre of biography and travel literature. more

Author

Samuel Johnson
Samuel Johnson

Samuel Johnson was an English writer, poet, and lexicographer, renowned for his comprehensive English dictionary, 'A Dictionary of the English Language', published in 1755. His distinctive writing style and wit have cemented his place as a significant figure in the history of English literature. more

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