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“Not individuals but institutions are the enemies, and they most afflict the disciples who the most generously serve them. They insinuate their tyranny under a hundred guises and pompous names, such as Polite Society, the Family, the Church, Sound Business, the Party, the Country, the Superior White Race; and the only defense against them, Carol beheld, was unembittered laughter.”

Quote by Sinclair Lewis

Book:Main Street
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Main Street

In this classic American novel, the author delves into the lives of residents in a small town, examining the impact of industrialization and modernization on community dynamics and personal beliefs. more

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Sinclair Lewis
Sinclair Lewis

American novelist known for his profound depiction of middle-class life in the United States. His notable works include 'Babbitt' and 'Main Street'. more

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