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Автор: Thomas Wolfe
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       Thomas Wolfe

      Thomas Wolfe: Of Time and the River, You Can't Go Home Again & Look Homeward, Angel

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       Look Homeward, Angel

       Of Time and the River

       You Can't Go Home Again

      Look Homeward, Angel

       Table of Contents

       To the Reader

       Part One

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       Part Two

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       Part Three

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      To the Reader

       Table of Contents

      This is a first book, and in it the author has written of experience which is now far and lost, but which was once part of the fabric of his life. If any reader, therefore, should say that the book is “autobiographical” the writer has no answer for him: it seems to him that all serious work in fiction is autobiographical — that, for instance, a more autobiographical work than “Gulliver’s Travels” cannot easily be imagined.

      This note, however, is addressed principally to those persons whom the writer may have known in the period covered by these pages. To these persons, he would say what he believes they understand already: that this book was written in innocence and nakedness of spirit, and that the writer’s main concern was to give fulness, life, and intensity to the actions and people in the book he was creating. Now that it is to be published, he would insist that this book is a fiction, and that he meditated no man’s portrait here.

      But we are the sum of all the moments of our lives — all that is ours is in them: we cannot escape or conceal it. If the writer