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Diogenes carried a bowl with him for years, but one day saw a man drinking from his cupped palm and declared, ‘I have been a fool, burdened all these years by the weight of a bowl when a perfectly good vessel lay at the end of my wrist.

Christopher Moore

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Christopher Moore
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: January 1
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