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Stanley Unwin
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The Truth About Publishing
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1960
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39 editions
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Rock-a-Bye Babel & Two Fairly Tales
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1966
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2 editions
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The Miscillian Manuscript: A Demented Journey to the Lost Isles
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1961
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3 editions
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O Folly!
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Deep joy: Master of the sproken [sic] word
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House and Garbidge
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1962
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Mengenal dunia penerbitan
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Fairy tales
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On translations, with some notes on "Our universal language,"
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Iceland as we know it,
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“To write books is easy, it requires only pen and ink and the ever-patient paper. To print books is a little more difficult, because genius so often rejoices in illegible handwriting. To read books is more difficult still, because of a tendency to go to sleep. But the most difficult task of all that
a mortal man can embark on is to sell a book.”
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a mortal man can embark on is to sell a book.”
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“Are you all sitty comftybold two-square on your botty? Then I'll begin.
Now, like all real life experience stories, this also begins once a polly tito, and Happiness Stan, whose life evolved the ephemeral colour dreamy most, and his deep joy in this being the multicolour of the moon. Oh yes. His home a victoriana charibold, the four-wheel folloped ft-ft-ft out the back. Now, as eve on his deep approach, his eye on the moon. Alltime sometime deept joy of a full moon scintyladen dangly in the heavenly bode. But now only half! So, gathering all behind him the hintermost, he ploddy-ploddy forward into the deep complicadent fundermold of the forry to sort this one out.”
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Now, like all real life experience stories, this also begins once a polly tito, and Happiness Stan, whose life evolved the ephemeral colour dreamy most, and his deep joy in this being the multicolour of the moon. Oh yes. His home a victoriana charibold, the four-wheel folloped ft-ft-ft out the back. Now, as eve on his deep approach, his eye on the moon. Alltime sometime deept joy of a full moon scintyladen dangly in the heavenly bode. But now only half! So, gathering all behind him the hintermost, he ploddy-ploddy forward into the deep complicadent fundermold of the forry to sort this one out.”
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