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“It was too late to go to Gaze now, everyone would be in bed. It was a comforting thought. Whatever was happening it was not happening now. There was nothing he could do now. Sleep was overwhelming him again, great clouds and folds of sleep like a warm fog.”

Quote by Iris Murdoch

Book:The Unicorn
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The Unicorn

This book explores the legend and symbolism of the unicorn, a creature that has captivated imaginations across cultures and time. The narrative may delve into the unicorn's role in folklore, its representation in art and literature, and the various interpretations of its significance. more

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Iris Murdoch
Iris Murdoch

Iris Murdoch was an Irish-Canadian philosopher and author, born on July 15, 1919, in Dublin, Ireland, and passed away on February 8, 1999. She is celebrated for her philosophical novels that intertwine moral and ethical dilemmas with complex narratives. Murdoch's work has left a lasting impact on the literary world, particularly in the latter half of the 20th century. more

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