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“Recordé el reloj con pulsera de oro de la señorita Keene, minúsculo como el de una muñeca, regalo de sir Keene por sus veintiún años. En su pequeña esfera contenía todas las cifras de las horas, como si todas ellas tuviesen la misma importancia y un deber especial que cumplir.”

Quote by Graham Greene

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Travels With My Aunt

In this engaging novel, the protagonist embarks on a series of extraordinary and life-changing experiences following the arrival of his eccentric and free-spirited aunt. The story explores themes of self-discovery, family dynamics, and the transformative power of unexpected events. more

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Graham Greene
Graham Greene

Graham Greene was a renowned British writer born on October 2, 1904. His works are characterized by deep insight and unique narrative techniques, and he is hailed as one of the greatest novelists of the 20th century. Greene's writing spans a variety of themes, including spy novels, religious novels, and noir novels. more

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