The Philosophy of FictionD. Appleton, 1928 - 366 psl. |
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action appeal Arnold Bennett artist Bennett Brontë Captain Catherine century chapter child comes Conrad course critic D. H. Lawrence death Decoud Deity drama E. M. Forster Earnshaw effect Emily Emily Brontë emotion English Eugene Euripides existence eyes fact father feel final finite Forrester girl give Gothic novel Gould Heathcliff human imagination Jane Austen Joseph Conrad less Linton living look Lubbock man's married means Melville memory ment method mind Miss Austen Moby Dick morality mother nature never Niel Nostromo novel of character novelist Old Wives Passage to India Peer Percy Lubbock perhaps physical sensation plot present rational faculty reader realism reality rôle San Tome Sandison scene sense Sophia story Sulaco tale tell thing thought tion Tolstoy Tolstoy's truth whale whole wife woman women words writing Wuthering Heights young
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