His mother taught him to sing. And when he had grown up and had listened to the world's song, he felt that there could be no greater happiness than t… - Halldór Laxness

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His mother taught him to sing. And when he had grown up and had listened to the world's song, he felt that there could be no greater happiness than to return to her song. In her song dwelt the most precious and most incomprehensible dreams of mankind. The heath grew into the heavens in those days. The songbirds of the air listened in wonder to this song, the most beautiful song of life.

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About Halldór Laxness

Halldór Kiljan Laxness (23 April 1902 – 8 February 1998), born Halldór Guðjónsson, was a 20th century Icelandic author who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1955.

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Alternative Names: Halldór Kiljan Laxness Halldor Laxness Halldor Kiljan Laxness
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