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“Why not admit that other people are always Organic to the self, that a monologue Is the death of language and that a single lion Is less himself, or alive, than a dog and another dog? With vision but it is vision builds the eye; And in a sense the children kill their parents But do the parents die? And the beloved destroys like fire or water But water sculpts and fire refines And if you are going to read the testaments of cynics You must read between the lines.”

Quote by Louis MacNeice

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Autumn Journal

This book is a compilation of thoughtful essays and personal reflections that delve into the themes and emotions associated with the autumn season. It explores the beauty, melancholy, and change that autumn brings, offering readers a chance to reflect on their own experiences and feelings during this time of year. more

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Louis MacNeice
Louis MacNeice

Louis MacNeice was a prominent British poet of the 20th century, born on September 12, 1907, and died on September 3, 1963. He is known for his unique poetic style and profound insights into modern life. more

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