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It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.
Cormac McCarthy
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Cormac McCarthy
Age: 91
Born: 1933
Born: July 20
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