Nothing is important except the fate of the soul; and literature is only redeemed from an utter triviality, surpassing that of naughts and crosses, by the fact that it describes not the world around us, or the things on the retina of the eye, or the enormous irrelevancy of encyclopaedias, but some condition to which the human spirit can come.from G.K. Chesterton's introduction to Dickens' The Old Curiosity Shop
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Damn, he's good. What's this writer's name again? Did he write much?
;-)
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