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Culture is the study of perfection, and the constant effort to achieve it.
Allen Tate
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Allen Tate
Age: 79 †
Born: 1899
Born: November 19
Died: 1979
Died: February 9
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Literary Critic
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Winchester
Kentucky
John Orley Allen Tate
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