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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I shall strip away layer after layer of grime -- the toffee-colored varnish and caked soot left by a lifetime of dissembling -- until I come to the very thing itself and know it for what it is. My soul. My self. - Quote by John Banville

I shall strip away layer after layer of grime — the toffee-colored varnish and caked soot left by a lifetime of dissembling — until I come to the very thing itself and know it for what it is. My soul. My self.

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