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“Well, here I am, just come home; a fellow gone to the bad; though I had the best intentions in the world at one time. Now I am melancholy mad, what with drinking and one thing and another.”

Quote by Thomas Hardy

Work

Jude the Obscure

Thomas Hardy's novel follows the life of Jude Fawley, a man of humble origins who aspires to a higher education and a better life, only to face numerous challenges and heartbreaks in his pursuit of love and social mobility. more

Author

Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, a British novelist born on June 2, 1840, and died on January 11, 1928, is renowned for his novels that depict rural life, reflecting the social changes in 19th-century England. His works often carry a sense of pessimism, depicting the fates of characters with sympathy. more

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