Quote#Time
... , years before he died, was hidden from most of us in the mist of…
Quote byGerald Gould · 1885–1936
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The English Novel of To-day (1924).
English (original)
... , years before he died, was hidden from most of us in the mist of his own method.
— Gerald Gould
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