Henry JamesWhen I read a novel my imagination starts off at a gallop and leaves the narrator hidden in a cloud of dust I have to come jogging twenty miles back to the denouement.
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When we read a novel, we go on an imaginary journey with the characters. But when we come back to reality, we find ourselves still in the same place that we started from. The best thing is to just let your imagination gallop and leave that dusty denouement far behind.
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