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“Nähtyäni osia Aasiasta ja Afrikasta ja kierrettyäni miltei koko Euroopan uskon, että rehellinen englantilainen heppu on muita onnellisempi, kun hän pitää kreikkalaisia viinejä vähemmän maukkaina kuin maaliskuussa pantua olutta, ajattelee etteivät afrikkalaiset hedelmät maistu yhtä hyviltä kuin kullankeltaiset pikkuomenat, uskoo naudan takaselästä leikatun pihvin olevan parempaa kuin Italian viikunoiden ja punnitsee muutenkin kaiken kaikkiaan ettei tästä elämästä voisi mitenkään nauttia vanhan kunnon Englannin ulkopuolella. Rukoilen Jumalaa, että ajattelisin itsekin samoin lopun elämääni, ja koska minun on tyydyttävä tämän maan suomaan viheliäiseen päivänvalon määrään toivon, että unohtaisin pian Konstantinopolin eloisan auringon.”

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Book:Elämänmenoa Kultaisessa sarvessa
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Elämänmenoa Kultaisessa sarvessa

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Mary Wortley Montagu
Mary Wortley Montagu

Mary Wortley Montagu was an English writer known for her epistolary works and travel diaries. Born on May 15, 1689, and died on August 21, 1762, she is celebrated for her interest in Eastern cultures and her reflections on the status of women. more

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