Gordon eyed them with inert hatred. At this moment he hated all books, and novels most of all. Horrible to think of all that soggy, half-baked trash massed together in one place.
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- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: british
- Born: June 25, 1903
- Died: January 21, 1950
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