[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered. — Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward
[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered. — Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward
[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered. — Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward
[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered. — Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward
[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered. — Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward
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[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered.

— Iain M. Banks, Look to Windward
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