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The tyranny of mankind it was like the obstinate drip of water falling on a stone and hollowing it little by little and this drip continued, falling obstinately, falling without pause on the souls of the children.
Halldór Laxness
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Halldór Laxness
Age: 85 †
Born: 1902
Born: April 23
Died: 1988
Died: February 8
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Reykjavíkurborg
Halldór Kiljan Laxness
Halldor Laxness
Halldor Kiljan Laxness
Water
Pauses
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Continued
Littles
Stone
Soul
Tyranny
Hollowing
Little
Falling
Obstinately
Without
Souls
Drip
Children
Stones
Obstinate
Like
Mankind
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