"When I get into my bare attic room, fifty-two feet long and nothing in it but a table, a standing desk, and an arm chair, paper inkstand and the books I bring up; flooded with warm winter sunshine, I get a feeling of seclusion and power which I am sure that nothing on the Continent of Europe could give me."
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| Attic window, upper left? |
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| Not good enough for writing... |


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