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“He turned his steel eyes at me. They hurt me, paralysed me, like the advancing lights of a car. I saw that his body was taut, all of it: also made of steel; that it only worked because it was at an intolerable tension, and that it was our sensation of that tension which had exhausted us, which could no longer be borne. He was the wrong spring which had been put into our machine, that had made Claude ill, George foolish, Boris an anxiety.”

Quote by Mary Butts

Book:The Complete Stories
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The Complete Stories

This book is a compilation of various short stories, showcasing a range of narratives and themes. more

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Mary Butts
Mary Butts

Mary Butts was an English writer known for her modernist and avant-garde literary works. Born on December 13, 1890, she was a prominent figure in the literary circles of her time. Her writing often explored complex themes and was characterized by its experimental style. Butts passed away on March 5, 1937, leaving behind a legacy of innovative literature. more

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