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That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.

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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