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Winesburg, Ohio
By Sherwood Anderson

“The writer, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty getting into bed. The windows of the house in which he lived were high and he wanted to look at the trees when he awoke in the morning. A carpenter came to fix the bed so that it would be on a level with the window.” So begins Anderson’s 1919 novel, in which he said he had sought to capture “all of life within.”