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I dare say he was alone, and had no one to love him

  The projected visit to his Russian friend in Poland, Mme Garshine, doesn’t come off, and RLS goes for a few days’ walking tour in the Chiltern Hills of Buckinghamshire, as recorded in his essay An Autumn Effect. He then … Continue reading

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