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Why, why, when one writes, does a sort of shackle bind one's imagination? I become conscious of a deadening mediocrity, perhaps a form of mental cowardice, and I long to break free, to let my imagination take wings. It doesn't - yet.

Winifred Holtby

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Winifred Holtby
Age: 37 †
Born: 1898
Born: June 23
Died: 1935
Died: September 29
Author
Journalist
Novelist
Suffragette
Writer
Rudston
East Riding of Yorkshire
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Break
Writes
Free
Mediocrity
Doesn
Mental
Form
Wings
Shackle
Become
Conscious
Deadening
Doe
Perhaps
Shackles
Take
Imagination
Bind
Writing
Sort
Cowardice

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