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“Some big insect flew in and began walking on the table. I don’t know what insect it was, but it was brown, shining, and rich in structures. In the city the big universal chain of insects gets thin, but where there’s a leaf or two it’ll be represented.”

Quote by Saul Bellow

Book:The Adventures of Augie March
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The Adventures of Augie March

The novel is known for its stream-of-consciousness narrative style and its portrayal of the 1920s American society. It follows Augie's journey from his childhood in Chicago to his adventures in New York City, where he encounters a diverse range of people and circumstances that shape his character and worldview. more

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Saul Bellow
Saul Bellow

Saul Bellow, born on June 10, 1915, in Canada, was an American Jewish writer. His works are known for their profound psychological insights and unique sense of humor. Bellow won the Nobel Prize in Literature. His representative works include 'Herzog', 'The Adventures of Augie March', and 'Henderson the Rain King'. more

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