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Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.

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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
Literary Critic
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London
England
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Crutches
Stick
Sticks
Walking
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