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“The sight of the wall of water outside reassured me, giving me the idea that it made very little difference whether I stayed with her, or set out alone on my journey that had neither visible starting point nor destination. It didn't matter: since, however closely I became involved with another existence, my own world would always remain secret, inaccessible and shut-off; nobody would ever see me, except as a dim, changeable, wavering shadow, through its impenetrable, semi-opaque walls.”

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Book:Eagles' Nest
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Eagles' Nest

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Anna Kavan
Anna Kavan

Anna Kavan was a British novelist born on April 10, 1901, and died on December 5, 1968. Known for her unique style and deep psychological insights, her works include 'Heaven's Last Summer' and 'The Song of Love'. Kavan's novels often delve into themes of death, loneliness, and surrealism. more

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Author:Donna Lynn Hope
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