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“Where they were concerned, the ban, the check, the caution as to all spending and most of all the expenditure of feeling restricted them. Wariness had driven away poetry: from hesitating to feel came the moment you no longer could.”

Quote by Elizabeth Bowen

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The Heat of the Day

The Heat of the Day is a novel that delves into the complexities of espionage and romance during the tumultuous period of the Second World War. The story follows a protagonist navigating the treacherous landscape of espionage amidst the backdrop of war, intertwining personal desires with the larger political and historical context. more

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Elizabeth Bowen
Elizabeth Bowen

Elizabeth Bowen was an Irish-born British novelist known for her intricate psychological portrayals and profound insights into British society from the late Victorian era to the mid-20th century. Her works often focus on female characters, exploring themes of family, love, class, and identity. more

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