"The childhood of a spoiled prince could be framed within half a page, a moonlit dash through sleepy villages was one rhythmically emphatic sentence, f...
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
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Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
