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All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.

Henry Miller

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Henry Miller
Age: 88 †
Born: 1891
Born: December 26
Died: 1980
Died: June 7
Essayist
Novelist
Painter
Writer
New York City
New York
Genri Miller
Henri Miller
Phineas Flapdoodle
Danger
Pseudo
Hell
Tragedies
Fire
Sinners
Keep
Fires
Real
Sinner
Brightly
Burning
Calvary
Tragedy
Rosy
Forgotten
Crucifixion

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