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“If words had cost money, Tom couldn't have used them more sparingly. The adjectives were purely descriptive, relating to form and colour, and were used to present the objects under consideration, not the young explorer's emotions. Yet through this austerity one felt the kindling imagination, the ardour and excitement of the boy, like the vibration in a voice when the speaker strives to conceal his emotion by using only the conventional phrases.”

Quote by Willa Cather

Work

The Professor's House

This book is a reflective narrative that delves into the life of a professor, his personal struggles, and the historical context of his surroundings. The story is set in the American Midwest, offering a glimpse into the cultural and social fabric of the region. The professor's journey is interwoven with the history of the house he occupies, symbolizing the passage of time and the evolution of society. more

Author

Willa Cather
Willa Cather

American author known for her depictions of the American Midwest. Cather's works often feature female protagonists, showcasing their resilience and growth in challenging environments. Her notable works include 'My Ántonia' and 'O Pioneers!' more

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