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Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.

Cyril Connolly

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Cyril Connolly
Age: 71 †
Born: 1903
Born: September 10
Died: 1974
Died: November 26
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Literary Critic
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Coventry
England
UK
Cyril Vernon Connolly
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Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.
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When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.
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Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.
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Miserable Orpheus who, turning to lose his Eurydice, beholds her for the first time as well as the last.
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