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Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.

Cyril Connolly

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Cyril Connolly
Age: 71 †
Born: 1903
Born: September 10
Died: 1974
Died: November 26
Critic
Literary Critic
Novelist
Writer
Coventry
England
UK
Cyril Vernon Connolly
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Men
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Wildly
Imprisoned
Thin
Fats
Literature

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