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“'But it's all too late...my virility's gone and marriage is impossible. My life has certainly been a failure. The best thing I can do,' sighed M. Folantin, 'is to go to bed and sleep.' And as he turned back the sheets and arranged his pillows, his soul offered up a thanksgiving in celebration of the tranquilising benefits of an obliging bed.”

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Joris-Karl Huysmans
Joris-Karl Huysmans

Joris-Karl Huysmans was a French novelist known for his exploration of themes such as decadence and aestheticism. His most celebrated novel, 'À la recherche du temps perdu', is regarded as a masterpiece of French literature. more

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