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Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak.This goes on until I kick the bucket.FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

Philip Larkin , em Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
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I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

Philip Larkin , em Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
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Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

Philip Larkin , em Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
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Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.

Philip Larkin , em Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
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There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!

Philip Larkin , em Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
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Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.

Philip Larkin , em Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
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