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There are children who will leave a game to go and be bored in a corner of the garret. How often have I wished for the attic of my boredom when the complications of life made me lose the very germ of freedom!

Gaston Bachelard

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Gaston Bachelard
Age: 78 †
Born: 1884
Born: June 27
Died: 1962
Died: October 16
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G. Bachelard
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