/lit/ - Literature

Perhaps because he lived in the toy metropolis of Copenhagen, a little man with a dandy's face and a crooked back strolling zigzag along the sidewalk

He wrote, in a sense, as a lover, having spurned marriage, and the torrent of volumes that follows his break with his fiancee abounds with lovers' strategems: with flirtatious ambiguities, elaborate deceits and impersonations, fascinating oscillations of emphasis, all sorts of erotic "display."

"With the help of the thorn in my foot I spring higher than anyone with sound feet."

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I think he is dead.
Can you rewrite it better? Just a thought.