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“It's a kind of heresy to say so, but I think our race has made forms more beautiful than what was here before us. Sometimes god's handiwork is crude. There is no more ugly thing than a lobster. There's not much pretty about a caribou. It has an ungainly walk and its touchhole voids droppings when it strains in harness. Was there a straight line on earth before we drew one?”

Quote by Marcel Theroux

Book:Far North
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Far North

This book explores themes of survival and human resilience in a challenging Arctic environment. more

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Marcel Theroux
Marcel Theroux

Marcel Theroux is a British novelist known for his distinctive narrative style and profound character portrayals. His works often explore the complexities of modern society and the multifaceted nature of human nature. more

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