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There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purity's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door?

Djuna Barnes

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Djuna Barnes
Age: 90 †
Born: 1892
Born: June 12
Died: 1982
Died: June 18
Journalist
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Writer
Cornwall on Hudson
New York
Lydia Steptoe
Evil
Liars
Black
Purity
Something
Honesty
Always
Seeking
Backside
Love
Loves
Backsides
Door
Horrid
Doors
Degradation
Gone
Liar

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