Literature
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Sherwood Anderson – Hands
HANDS, Concerning Wing Biddlebaum UPON THE HALF decayed veranda of a small frame house that stood near the edge of…
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Sherwood Anderson – I’m A Fool
It was a hard jolt for me, one of the most bitterest I ever had to face. And it all…
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Sherwood Anderson – I Want to Know Why
We got up at four in the morning, that first day in the east. On the evening before we had…
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Sherwood Anderson – Motherhood
Below the hill there was a swamp in which cattails grew. The wind rustled the dry leaves of a walnut…
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Sherwood Anderson – Seeds
He was a small man with a beard and was very nervous. I remember how the cords of his neck…
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Sherwood Anderson – Senility
He was an old man and he sat on the steps of the railroad station in a small Kentucky town.…
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Sherwood Anderson – The Door of the Trap
Winifred Walker understood some things clearly enough. She understood that when a man is put behind iron bars he is…
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Sherwood Anderson – The Dumb Man
There is a story.–I cannot tell it.–I have no words. The story is almost forgotten but sometimes I remember. The…
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Sherwood Anderson – The Egg
My father was, I am sure, intended by nature to be a cheerful, kindly man. Until he was thirty-four years…
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Sherwood Anderson – The Man in the Brown Coat
Napoleon went down into a battle riding on a horse. Alexander went down into a battle riding on a horse.…
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