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- Author: Henry Rider Haggard
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 264
- ISBN-10: 1544603045
- ISBN-13: 9781544603049
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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It is a strange thing that I, an old Boer vrouw, should even think of beginning to write a book when there are such numbers already in the world, most of them worthless, and many of the rest a scandal and offence in the face of the Lord. Notably is this so in the case of those called novels, which are stiff as mealie-pap with lies that fill the heads of silly girls with vain imaginings, causing them to neglect their household duties and to look out of the corners of their eyes at young men of whom their elders do not approve. In truth, my mother and those whom I knew in my youth, fifty years ago, when women were good and worthy and never had a thought beyond their husbands and their children, would laugh aloud could any whisper in their dead ears that Suzanne Naudé was about to write a book.
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- Author: Henry Rider Haggard
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 264
- ISBN-10: 1544603045
- ISBN-13: 9781544603049
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
It is a strange thing that I, an old Boer vrouw, should even think of beginning to write a book when there are such numbers already in the world, most of them worthless, and many of the rest a scandal and offence in the face of the Lord. Notably is this so in the case of those called novels, which are stiff as mealie-pap with lies that fill the heads of silly girls with vain imaginings, causing them to neglect their household duties and to look out of the corners of their eyes at young men of whom their elders do not approve. In truth, my mother and those whom I knew in my youth, fifty years ago, when women were good and worthy and never had a thought beyond their husbands and their children, would laugh aloud could any whisper in their dead ears that Suzanne Naudé was about to write a book.
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