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When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.
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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David Herbert Lawrence
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