Dinted, dimpled, wimpled — his mind wandered down echoing corridors of assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
Aldous Huxley Connected to the Carolinas
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Ch. 1
- work
- Crome Yellow (1921)
- year
- 1921
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“Dinted, dimpled, wimpled — his mind wandered down echoing co…” Aldous Huxley. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-B6EC6431CE. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/b6ec6431ce
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