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“Even after making up one's mind to the sacrifices I had decided upon, there is always left a trace of envy for those who have triumphed in the melancholy struggle for literary supremacy”

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Paul Bourget
Paul Bourget

Paul Bourget was a French novelist known for his profound insights into the social and moral issues of the late 19th century. His works often explore the conflicts between individuals and society, as well as complex discussions on love, desire, and morality. more

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