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Heinemann the publisher accepted @The White Peacock@ at once, and gave me fifty pounds. My mother was dying of cancer: I was twenty-five. Heinemann’s kindly sent me an advance copy of my novel. My mother held it in her hands, opened it—then it was enough. She died two days later. Perhaps she thought it spelled success. Perhaps she thought it helped to justify her life. Perhaps she only felt terribly, terribly bitter that she was dying, just as the great adventure was opening before her. Anyhow she died. 去书内
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  • 用户675098 用户675098

    Heinemann sent me an advance copy of my novel. When my mother died, her hand wa holdibg my novel which may mean she had recognize my success

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