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“We, my dear Mildred, are the observers of life. Let other people get married by all means, the more the merrier. . . . Let Dora marry if she likes. She hasn't your talent for observation.”

Quote by Barbara Pym

Work

Excellent Women

This book compiles a series of short narratives that delve into the lives and experiences of remarkable women from various backgrounds and eras. more

Author

Barbara Pym
Barbara Pym

Barbara Pym was an English novelist known for her wit, humor, and delicate psychological portraits. Her works often focus on the lives of the middle class and are celebrated for their unique perspective and profound insight into everyday life. more

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