You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.

As to marriage or celibacy, let a man take which course he will, he will be sure to repent.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

At the North Carolina border, the dull landscape ended abruptly, as if by decree. Suddenly the countryside rose and fell in majestic undulations, full of creeping thickets of laurel, rhododendron and palmetto.

Written By Bill Bryson

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