Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie. — John le Carre Copy Share Image
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“It was a wild, tempestuous night, towards the close of November. Holmes and I sat together in silence all the evening, he… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
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