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“An unliterary man may be defined as one who reads books once only. . . . We do not enjoy a story fully at the first reading. Not till the curiosity, the sheer narrative lust, has been given its sop and laid asleep, are we at leisure to savour the real beauties. Till then, it is like wasting great wine on a ravenous natural thirst which merely wants cold wetness.”

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Book:On Stories: And Other Essays on Literature
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On Stories: And Other Essays on Literature

This book delves into the art of storytelling, examining its role and significance in literature. The essays within discuss various aspects of narrative, including its impact on readers and society. more

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