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Every Novel Worthy Of The Name Is Like Another Planet, Whether Large Or Small, Which Has Its Own Laws Just As It Has Its Own Flora And Fauna.

-Francois Mauriac

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Every Novel Worthy Of

Francois Mauriac

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Every Novel Worthy Of The Name Is Like Another Planet, Whether Large Or Small, Which Has Its Own Laws Just As It Has Its Own Flora And Fauna.

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