“All novels are sequels; influence is bliss.”

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Novelist, short story writer, essayist 1963

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“Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel?”

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" Love and Duty http://www.readbookonline.net/read/4310/14259/", l. 1- 21 (1842)
Context: Of love that never found his earthly close,
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Or all the same as if he had not been?
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System and empire? Sin itself be found
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The staring eye glazed o'er with sapless days,
The long mechanic pacings to and fro,
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But am I not the nobler thro' thy love?
O three times less unworthy! likewise thou
Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years.

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