Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you donโt realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. Look at that by - (read ebook pdf .txt) ๐
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Half an hour later he was also extorting, much like vicomte de Valmont stole one by one Madame de Tourvelโs clothes (pg.121), her name, the transition to first-name basis, the promise to see each other again and her phone number.
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relieved to ascertain that the following phrase from a novel he had recently read suited her perfectly: โShe had a bit of extra meat on her, but, luckily, in all the right places.โ18 It would surely be somewhere nearby.
18 David Lodge, A man of parts, London, Harvill Secker, 2011.
+ funnily enough, the only one that his memory had retained out of an entire 500-page book.
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Chapter 12
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In order to realise that it essentially was supposed to be a text, one need not have a very high IQ, just some common sense. The same applied to what sort of a text it was and what it said
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