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Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to.
E. M. Forster
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E. M. Forster
Age: 91 †
Born: 1879
Born: January 1
Died: 1970
Died: June 7
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London
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Edward Morgan Forster
E Forster
EM Forster
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