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“Girl going past clinging to a young man's arm. Putting up her face like a duck to the moon. Drinking joy. Green in her eyes. Spinal curvature. No chin, mouth like a frog. Young man like a pug. Gazing down at his sweetie with the face of a saint reading the works of God. Hold on, maiden, you've got him. He's your boy. Look out, Puggy, that isn't a maiden you see before you, it's a work of imagination. Nail him, girlie. Nail him to the contract. Fly laddie, fly off with your darling vision before she turns into a frow, who spends all her life thinking of what the neighbours think.”

Quote by Joyce Cary

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THE HORSE'S MOUTH

The Horse's Mouth is a satirical novel that delves into the complexities of human nature, particularly the tendency to deceive oneself. The narrative is centered around a writer who struggles with authenticity and the search for truth in his own life and work. more

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Joyce Cary
Joyce Cary

Joyce Cary was a British novelist known for his intricate explorations of human relationships and the social dynamics of his era. Born on December 7, 1888, in Bombay, India, Cary spent a significant part of his life in Nigeria before returning to England. His most celebrated novel, 'Mister Johnson,' was published in 1932 and is regarded as a classic of English literature. more

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