John

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Here I was, twenty-five years of age, never having even dreamt that the sick among women, the maimed, the very young and the very old, the outcasts and the stigmatized, might so much as dare to love. When confronting the real world, and real life, a young, inexperienced person will almost invariably form his ideas and notions in the light of stories he has been told or what he has read; before he has had his own experiences he fills the void with borrowed images and models. But there again, in those books I’d read, and in all those plays and films – those superficial, simplistic versions of ...more
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