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I'm sixty-two, and it's ecological sense to die while you're still productive, die and clear a space for others, old and young.

Harold Brodkey

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Harold Brodkey
Age: 65 †
Born: 1930
Born: October 25
Died: 1996
Died: January 26
Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Staunton
Illinois
Aaron Roy Weintraub
Still
Clear
Dies
Space
Sense
Others
Two
Ecological
Stills
Sixty
Young
Productive

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