Often one finds themselves in the middle of a novel or short story engaged in one goal. To simply read the work for its face value and mere words printed on paper to reach the climactic and almost certain moral value that we hope all stores will have in the end. Consider the following passage by Wolfgang Hildesheimer from his short story of Why I Transformed Myself into a Nightingale: My father was a zoologist. …showed first 75 words of 1561 total…

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