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There's No Substitute For The Love Of Language, For The Beauty Of An English Sentence. There's No Substitute For Struggling, If A Struggle Is Needed, To Make An English Sentence As Beautiful As It Should Be.

Until I Feared I Would Lose It, I Never Loved To Read. One Does Not Love Breathing.

Talking To Francis Gave Me The Sensation Of Settling Slowly To The Bottom Of The Ocean.

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