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Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness.
Aldous Huxley
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Aldous Huxley
Age: 69 †
Born: 1894
Born: July 26
Died: 1963
Died: November 22
Novelist
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Aldous Leonard Huxley
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A poor degenerate from the ape, Whose hands are four, whose tail's a limb, I contemplate my flaccid shape And know I may not rival him Save with my mind.
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