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I cannot sit and think books think for me.
Charles Lamb
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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
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Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
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