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“This made me reflect upon the fair skins of our English ladies, who appear so beautiful to us, only because they are of our own size, and their defects not to be seen through a magnifying glass, where we find by experiment that the smoothest and whitest skins look rough and coarse, and ill colored.”

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Book:Gulliver's Travels
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Gulliver's Travels

Written by Jonathan Swift, this work is renowned for its satirical commentary on human nature, politics, and the absurdities of society. Gulliver's encounters with the Lilliputians, Brobdingnagians, and other exotic beings offer a unique perspective on human behavior and societal norms. more

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Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift, born on November 30, 1667, and died on October 19, 1745, was an Irish writer, satirist, and politician, renowned for his satirical works. more

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