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“And what, O Queen, are those things that are dear to a man? Are they not bubbles? Is not ambition but an endless ladder by which no height is ever climbed till the last unreachable rung is mounted? For height leads on to height, and there is not resting-place among them, and rung doth grow upon rung, and there is no limit to the number.”

Quote by H. Rider Haggard

Book:She
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She

This book delves into the intricacies of human connections and the journey of self-discovery, offering a nuanced portrayal of characters navigating their personal lives and societal expectations. more

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H. Rider Haggard
H. Rider Haggard

H. Rider Haggard was a British writer known for his adventure novels. His work 'She' is considered a pioneer of early science fiction, having a profound impact on literature and cinema. more

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