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  <read_at>Fri Oct 02 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Found this in my bookshelf when looking for Ibsen's collected for on of my daughters. Good, mostly based on correspondence, traditional chronological discussion, underscores Ibsen's very secluded nature and tendency to write himself into every play. Not to mention his love-hate relationship with his home country, keen eye on sales figures, vanity, callousness towards his family and monomanical focus on his work. Not a very pleasant man - all his humanity came out in his plays, apparently.]]></body>
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