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“Hard it is to suffer through stupid people. They make you feel sorry for them, and if your sorrow is as great as your hurt, you will allow them to go free of punishment, for their eyes are the eyes of dogs that have done wrong and know it, and are afraid.”

Quote by Richard Llewellyn

Book:HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY
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HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY

This classic novel by Richard Llewellyn delves into the life of a young boy named David, whose family is part of a Welsh coal mining community. The story captures the essence of a bygone era, highlighting the challenges and triumphs of the working class. Set against the backdrop of the industrial revolution, it offers a poignant look at the changes affecting the community and the boy's personal growth. more

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Richard Llewellyn
Richard Llewellyn

Richard Llewellyn was a renowned Welsh novelist, born on December 8, 1906, and passed away on November 30, 1983. His works are known for their vivid portrayal of rural Welsh life, which has won him a wide readership. more

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