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		<title>The Pleasure Of Writing</title>
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		<category><![CDATA[A. A. MILNE]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes when the printer is waiting for an article which really should have been sent to him the day before, I sit at my desk and wonder if there is any possible subject in the whole world upon which I can possibly find anything to say. On one such occasion I left it to Fate, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On Visiting Bookshops</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 04:08:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[CHRISTOPHER MORLEY]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It is a curious thing that so many people only go into a bookshop when they happen to need some particular book. Do they never drop in for a little innocent carouse and refreshment? There are some knightly souls who even go so far as to make their visits to bookshops a kind of chivalrous [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Pleasure Of Taking Up One’s Pen</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 04:07:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[HILAIRE BELLOC]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Among the sadder and smaller pleasures of this world I count this pleasure: the pleasure of taking up one’s pen.
It has been said by very many people that there is a tangible pleasure in the mere act of writing: in choosing and arranging words. It has been denied by many. It is affirmed and denied [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Philosophy Of Umbrellas</title>
		<link>http://www.thewringer.com/2010/02/17/the-philosophy-of-umbrellas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 03:15:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[ROBERT LEWIS STEVENSON]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It is wonderful to think what a turn has been given to our whole Society by the fact that we live under the sign of Aquarius—that our climate is essentially wet. A mere arbitrary distinction, like the walking-swords of yore, might have remained the symbol of foresight and respectability, had not the raw mists and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Adventures Of A Shilling</title>
		<link>http://www.thewringer.com/2010/02/10/the-adventures-of-a-shilling/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 03:14:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[JOSEPH ADDISON]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[From my own Apartment, November 10.
I was last night visited by a friend of mine, who has an inexhaustible fund of discourse, and never fails to entertain his company with a variety of thoughts and hints that are altogether new and uncommon. Whether it were in complaisance to my way of living, or his real [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Smoking As A Fine Art</title>
		<link>http://www.thewringer.com/2010/02/03/smoking-as-a-fine-art/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 03:09:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[A. A. MILNE]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My first introduction to Lady Nicotine was at the innocent age of eight, when, finding a small piece of somebody else’s tobacco lying unclaimed on the ground, I decided to experiment with it. Numerous desert island stories had told me that the pangs of hunger could be allayed by chewing tobacco; it was thus that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An Apology for Idlers</title>
		<link>http://www.thewringer.com/2010/01/27/an-apology-for-idlers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 03:07:37 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[19th Century]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ROBERT LEWIS STEVENSON]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[BOSWELL: We grow weary when idle.
JOHNSON: That is, sir, because others being busy, we want company; but if we were idle, there would be no growing weary; we should all entertain one another.
Just now, when every one is bound, under pain of a decree in absence convicting them of lèse-respectability, to enter on some lucrative [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Rhythm Of Life</title>
		<link>http://www.thewringer.com/2010/01/20/the-rhythm-of-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 03:06:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[ALICE MEYNELL]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[If life is not always poetical, it is at least metrical. Periodicity rules over the mental experience of man, according to the path of the orbit of his thoughts. Distances are not gauged, ellipses not measured, velocities not ascertained, times not known. Nevertheless, the recurrence is sure. What the mind suffered last week, or last [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Weather</title>
		<link>http://www.thewringer.com/2010/01/13/on-the-weather/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 03:05:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[JEROME K. JEROME]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Things do go so contrary-like with me. I wanted to hit upon an especially novel, out-of-the-way subject for one of these articles. “I will write one paper about something altogether new,” I said to myself; “something that nobody else has ever written or talked about before; and then I can have it all my own [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Experience</title>
		<link>http://www.thewringer.com/2010/01/06/experience/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 03:30:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[ARTHUR BENSON]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It is very strange to contemplate the steady plunge of good advice, like a cataract of ice-cold water, into the brimming and dancing pool of youth and life, the maxims of moralists and sages, the epigrams of cynics, the sermons of priests, the good-humoured warnings of sensible men, all crying out that nothing is really [...]]]></description>
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