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Lyrics for 'The Booklovers' by 'Divine Comedy'
"this Book Deals With Epiphenomenalism, Which Has To Do With Consciousness As A Mere Accessory Of Physiological Processes Whose Presence Or Absence... Makes No Difference... Whatever Are Yo
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Aphra Benn: Hello
Cervantes: Donkey
Daniel Defoe: To Christen The Day!
Samuel Richardson: Hello
Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle...
Lawrence Sterne: Hello
Mary Wolstencraft: Vindicated!
Jane Austen: Here I Am!
Sir Walter Scott: We're All Doomed!
Leo Tolstoy: Yes!
Honoré De Balzac: Oui...
Edgar Allen Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh!
Charlotte Brontë: Hello...
Emily Brontë: Hello...
Anne Brontë: Hellooo..?
Nikolai Gogol: Vas Chi
Gustav Flaubert: Oui
William Makepeace Thackeray: Call Me 'william Makepeace Thackeray'
Nathaniel Hawthorne: The Letter 'a'
Herman Melville: Ahoy There!
Charles Dickens: London Is So Beautiful This Time Of Year...
Anthony Trollope: Good-good-good-good Evening!
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Here Come The Sleepers...
Mark Twain: I Can't Even Spell 'mississippi'!
George Eliot: George Reads German
Emile Zola: J'accuse
Henry James: Howdy Miss Wharton!
Thomas Hardy: Ooo-arrr!
Joseph Conrad: I'm A Bloody Boring Writer...
Katherine Mansfield: (cough Cough)
Edith Wharton: Well Hello, Mr James!
Dh Lawrence: Never Heard Of It
Em Forster: Never Heard Of It!
Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone Who In All Honesty Can Call Today His Own;
He Who Has Life And Strength Enough To Say 'yesterday's Dead & Gone - I Want To Live Today'
James Joyce: Hello There!
Virginia Woolf: I'm Losing My Mind!
Marcel Proust: Je Me'en Souviens Plus
F Scott Fitzgerald: Baa Bababa Baa
Ernest Hemingway: I Forgot The....
Hermann Hesse: Oh Es Ist Alle So Häßlich
Evelyn Waugh: Whoooaarr!
William Faulkner: Tu Connait William Faulkner?
Anaïs Nin: The Strand Of Pearls
Ford Maddox Ford: Any Colour, As Long As It's Black!
Jean-paul Sartre: Let's Go To The Dome, Simone!
Simone De Beauvoir: C'est Exact Present
Albert Camus: The Beach... The Beach
Franz Kafka: What Do You Want From Me?!
Thomas Mann: Mam
Graham Greene: Call Me 'pinky', Lovely
Jack Kerouac: Me Car's Broken Down...
William S Burroughs: Wowwww!
Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone Who In All Honesty Can Call Today His Own;
He Who Has Life And Strength Enough To Say 'yesterday's Dead & Gone - I Want To Live Today'
Kingsley Amis: (cough)
Doris Lessing: I Hate Men!
Vladimir Nabokov: Hello, Little Girl...
William Golding: Achtung Busby!
Jg Ballard: Instrument Binnacle
Richard Brautigan: How Are You Doing?
Milan Kundera: I Don't Do Interviews
Ivy Compton Burnett: Hello...
Paul Theroux: Have A Nice Day!
G¨šnter Grass: I've Found Snails!
Gore Vidal: Oh, It Makes Me Mad!
John Updike: Run Rabbit, Run Rabbit, Run, Run, Run...
Kazuro Ishiguro: Ah So, Old Chap!
Malcolm Bradbury: Stroke John Steinbeck, Stroke Jd Salinger
Iain Banks: Too Orangey For Crows!
As Byatt: Nine Tenths Of The Law, You Know...
Martin Amis: (burp)
Brett Easton Ellis: Aaaaarrrggghhh!
Umberto Eco: I Don't Understand This Either...
Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Mi Casa Es Su Casa
Roddy Doyle: Ha Ha Ha!
Salman Rushdie: Names Will Live Forever...
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