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In soft deluding lies let fools delight. A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.

Hilaire Belloc

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Hilaire Belloc
Age: 82 †
Born: 1870
Born: July 27
Died: 1953
Died: July 16
Historian
Journalist
Poet
Politician
Writer
La Celle-les-Bruyères
Hilaire Pierre Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc
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