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But he who truly loves books loves all books alike, and not only this, but it grieves him that all other men do not share with him this noble passion. Verily, this is the most unselfish of loves!
Eugene Field
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Eugene Field
Age: 45 †
Born: 1850
Born: September 3
Died: 1895
Died: November 4
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