The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's fam — Nathaniel Hawthorne
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The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.

— Nathaniel Hawthorne
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