Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in ou…

D. H. Lawrence
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Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas! ✨ D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2002). The Letters of D. H. Lawrence, p.417, Cambridge University Press
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Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas! ✨ D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2002). The Letters of D. H. Lawrence, p.417, Cambridge University Press

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