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Henry Miller may write about revelers self-woven into a human hooked rug, because his ecstasy is solemn.
A. J. Liebling
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A. J. Liebling
Age: 59 †
Born: 1904
Born: October 18
Died: 1963
Died: December 28
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War Correspondent
New York City
New York
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