"He had some taste for romance reading before he went to the university, where, we must confess, in justice to his college, he was cured of the love of...

Modern literature is a north-east wind--a blight of the human soul. I take credit to myself for having helped to make it so. The way to produce fine fruit is to blight the flower. You call this a paradox. Marry, so be ...
Modern literature is a north-east wind--a blight of the human soul. I take credit to myself for havi...
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