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“She dreamt she saw the Polish Rider passing slowly by and he was weeping and she called out to him, but he turned his head away. She dreamt that she was drowning in the pool of tears.”

Quote by Iris Murdoch

Book:The Green Knight
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The Green Knight

This classic tale of chivalry and adventure is set in the medieval period and explores themes of honor, bravery, and the supernatural. The protagonist, a knight, faces a daunting challenge from the enigmatic Green Knight, leading to a series of events that test his character and resolve. 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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