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“And the heat was a medium which made this change of out-look possible. As a liberating power with its own laws it was outside my experience. In the heat, the commonest objects changed their nature. Walls, trees, the very ground one trod on, instead of being cool were warm to the touch: and the sense of touch is the most transfiguring of all the senses. Many things to eat and drink, which one had enjoyed because they were hot, one now shunned for the same reason. Unless restrained by ice, the butter melted. Besides altering or intensifying all smells the heat had a smell of its own - a garden smell, I called it to myself, compounded of the scents of many flowers, and odours loosened from the earth, but with something peculiar to itself which defied analysis. Sounds were fewer and seemed to come from far away, as if Nature grudged the effort. In the heat the senses, the mind, the heart, the body, all told a different tale. One felt another person, one was another person.”

Quote by L.P. Hartley

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The go-between

This novel, set in the early 20th century, follows the story of a young boy who becomes an unwitting messenger between two adults, leading to a series of events that profoundly impact his life. The narrative delves into themes of innocence, betrayal, and the intricate dynamics of human connections. more

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L.P. Hartley
L.P. Hartley

L.P. Hartley was an influential British novelist known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. His works, often set against historical backdrops, blend reality with fantasy, showcasing the inner world of characters. His notable novels include 'The Go-Between' and 'The House in the Woods'. more

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