I left him half an hour later. Under my arm I was clasping three books: a copy of James Joyce's Dubliners; one of the little green volumes of the Constance Garnett translation of Chekhov's short stories; and Turgenev's A Sportsman's Notebook. My education proper had at last begun.
- Colin Middleton Murry, One Hand Clapping
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