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They are like Aeolian harps upon which a hundred winds play a hundred
melodies, and so it seems as though the instrument were of unimaginable
complexity. # I often see brooding over the crowd on the Nevsky an extraordinary,
a horrifying ...
Since he wrote plays I suppose he must be counted as a man of letters, but surely
there can have been seldom a man of letters who cared less for literature. I do not
know whether he ever read: certainly he never spoke of books. The only art in ...
The viņa-player. He was a stoutish man of forty, cleanshaven, with all the front
part of his head shaven too; his hair, long at the back, was tied in a knot. He was
dressed in a dhoty and a collarless shirt. He sat on the floor to play. His
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A compilation of notes kept over his lifetime and published just before Maugham's death. Though there were some pearls of wisdom and insightful comments on writing it was his commentary on daily life ... Read full review