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To
William Makepeace Thackeray,
Bohemia is
"a
land over which hangs an endless fog, occasioned by much tobacco;
a land of chambers, billiard-rooms, supper-rooms, oysters;
a land of song...of delicious reading of novels, magazines,
and saunterings in many studios a land...where most are poor,
where almost all are young, and where, if a few oldsters do
enter, it is because they have preserved...their youthful
spirits, and the delightful capacity to be idle."
-(Cross, 109)
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