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“I've given myself to you. You may have my body, soul, everything. Time passes, and all I want is the intimacy that slows, defeats. and confounds it. Love, that's what it is. You've always made the mistake that men often make, and carried forward the great fault that mars civilisation, which is that you believe that your philosophy is deeper than love.”

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Freddy and Fredericka

This book is a satirical take on the lives of its two main characters, Freddy and Fredericka, who navigate a world filled with absurdity and unexpected twists. The narrative explores themes of identity, friendship, and the human condition through a blend of humor and irony. more

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Mark Helprin
Mark Helprin

Mark Helprin is an American novelist born on June 28, 1947. His works are known for their rich imagination, profound philosophical insights, and unique narrative style. more

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