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“The ripe, the golden month has come again, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling. Frost sharps the middle music of the seasons, and all things living on the earth turn home again... the fields are cut, the granaries are full, the bins are loaded to the brim with fatness, and from the cider-press the rich brown oozings of the York Imperials run. The bee bores to the belly of the grape, the fly gets old and fat and blue, he buzzes loud, crawls slow, creeps heavily to death on sill and ceiling, the sun goes down in blood and pollen across the bronzed and mown fields of the old October.”

Quote by Thomas Wolfe

Book:Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth
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Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth

This book delves into the complexities of youthful desires and the pursuit of personal growth and fulfillment. more

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Thomas Wolfe
Thomas Wolfe

Thomas Wolfe was an American novelist known for his expansive narrative style and profound psychological insights. His works, often set in the American South, explored the relationship between individuals and society, as well as the meaning of human existence. Wolfe's masterpiece, 'Look Homeward, Angel,' is considered a classic of American literature. more

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