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John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
psychology
Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is–and a woman too, I guess.
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John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
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Marlee Matlin
Like fossil remains forgotten beneath the feet of something more lively.
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