Their individualism is not perhaps the thing that matters most to us when we meet people in ordinary life, but in a novel where they do not want anything from us, our money or our bodies or our advice — nothing, that is, except our interest — it matters very much; and no deep feelings for landscape, architecture, culture, or life just going on and on, […] will console us for its absence.

— W.H. Auden

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