Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities. — John Fowles, The Magus
Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities. — John Fowles, The Magus
Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities. — John Fowles, The Magus
Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities. — John Fowles, The Magus
Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities. — John Fowles, The Magus
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Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities.

— John Fowles, The Magus
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