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“Si por mi fuera, pillaria todos los libros que hay, haria una pila enorme con ellos y los quemaría todos. Los libros sólo sirven para que los listos farden acerca de toda la mierda que han leído. Todo lo que necesitas saber lo puedes sacar de la prensa y de la tele. Capullos pretenciosos. Ya les daré yo jodidos libros.”

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Irvine Welsh
Irvine Welsh

Scottish novelist known for his novel 'Trainspotting', which depicted the drug culture in Edinburgh, Scotland. Welsh's works are characterized by a realistic style and delve into social issues. more

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