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The aim of talk should be like the aim of a flying arrow -- to hit the mark but to this end there must be a mark to hit, that is, there must be a listener.
Charles Dickens
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Charles Dickens
Age: 58 †
Born: 1812
Born: February 7
Died: 1870
Died: June 9
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