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Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
D. H. Lawrence
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D. H. Lawrence
Age: 45 †
Born: 1885
Born: January 1
Died: 1930
Died: January 1
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Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.
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