I like Mr. Dickens’ books much better than yours, Papa. Said one of Thackeray’s daughters. — David Markson, The Last Novel
I like Mr. Dickens’ books much better than yours, Papa. Said one of Thackeray’s daughters. — David Markson, The Last Novel
I like Mr. Dickens’ books much better than yours, Papa. Said one of Thackeray’s daughters. — David Markson, The Last Novel
I like Mr. Dickens’ books much better than yours, Papa. Said one of Thackeray’s daughters. — David Markson, The Last Novel
I like Mr. Dickens’ books much better than yours, Papa. Said one of Thackeray’s daughters. — David Markson, The Last Novel
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I like Mr. Dickens’ books much better than yours, Papa. Said one of Thackeray’s daughters.

— David Markson, The Last Novel
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