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“Ahora, viendo las cosas a distancia, me pregunto cómo se puede alcanzar tal capacidad de humillación, cómo podemos enfermar así, cómo en los sentidos humanos cabe una tan grande cantidad de placer en el dolor…”

Quote by Carmen Laforet

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This book delves into profound philosophical questions and the complexities of human existence, offering a unique perspective on life's mysteries. more

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Carmen Laforet
Carmen Laforet

Carmen Laforet was a prominent Spanish author known for her unique literary style and her profound portrayal of emotions. Her works deeply reflect the social changes in mid-20th century Spain, particularly focusing on the inner world and social status of women. Her masterpiece 'La Passionaria' is considered a classic in Spanish literature. more

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