“The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance — all strewn with crumpled playbills.”

— Henry James , book The Turn of the Screw

Source: The Turn of the Screw (1898), Ch. XIII.

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American novelist, short story author, and literary critic 1843–1916

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