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“Shall I run back into the desert ... and stay there until the devil has passed out of me and I am fit to meet human kind again without driving it to despair at the first look? I haven't had enough desert yet.”

Quote by Saul Bellow

Book:Henderson the Rain King
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Henderson the Rain King

The story follows an American businessman who embarks on a spiritual journey in Africa, encountering various cultures and seeking a deeper understanding of himself. more

Author

Saul Bellow
Saul Bellow

Saul Bellow, born on June 10, 1915, in Canada, was an American Jewish writer. His works are known for their profound psychological insights and unique sense of humor. Bellow won the Nobel Prize in Literature. His representative works include 'Herzog', 'The Adventures of Augie March', and 'Henderson the Rain King'. more

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