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‘The imagination doesn't crop annually like a reliable fruit tree. The writer has to gather whatever's there: sometimes too much, sometimes too little, sometimes nothing at all. And in the years of glut there is always a slatted wooden tray in some cool, dark attic, which the writer nervously visits from time to time…'

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‘The imagination doesn't crop annually like a reliable fruit tree. The writer has to gather whatever's there: sometimes too much, sometimes too little, sometimes nothing at all. And in the years of glut there is always a slatted wooden tray in some cool, dark attic, which the writer nervously visits from time to time…'

Julian Barnes

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Now there's a man with a cidar press somewhere dry and clean. I feel a kindred spirit. One of my autumn joys is going around to the Irish national parks and gardens surreptitiously gathering bags of windfall apples from the heritage trees.
 

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