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410 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1949
"Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out ‘Olivia!’ O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me…"
From Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
"He came over to the chair, pulled her out of it and stood holding her hands. 'If I were really grown-up now, I should say good-bye to you and walk out of your life. And yet I cannot bear to go.'"