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My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.

Evelyn Waugh

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Evelyn Waugh
Age: 62 †
Born: 1903
Born: October 28
Died: 1966
Died: April 10
Autobiographer
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Science Fiction Writer
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War Correspondent
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Evelyn Arthur St John Waugh
Arthur Evelyn St. John Waugh
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