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“But the overruling disconcertingness was to find himself unconcerned. It was as if some mysterious oil had been introduced into the workings of his mind. If a thought irked him, he thought of something else. If a project miscarried, a flooding serenity swept him beyond it. He lived a tranquil truant, dissociated from himself as though by a slight agreeable fever.”

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Kingdoms of Elfin

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Sylvia Townsend Warner
Sylvia Townsend Warner

Sylvia Townsend Warner was an American novelist whose works delved into the complexities of human relationships and the influence of historical events on individuals. Born on December 6, 1893, she spent much of her life in New England, which deeply influenced her writing. Warner's career spanned several decades, during which she published a number of critically acclaimed novels. more

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