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War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

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Cormac McCarthy
Age: 91
Born: 1933
Born: July 20
Novelist
Playwright
Science Fiction Writer
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Providence
Rhode Island
Charles McCarthy
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War
Always
Men
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