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I knew a pure heart who refused tot be mistrustful.... He had written at his doorstep: From wherever you are, enter and be welcome. Who do you think responded to this lovely invitation? The militia, who made themselves at home and gutted him.

Albert Camus

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Albert Camus
Age: 46 †
Born: 1913
Born: November 7
Died: 1960
Died: January 4
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