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Elaborate burial customs are a sure sign of decadence.
J. G. Ballard
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J. G. Ballard
Age: 78 †
Born: 1930
Born: November 15
Died: 2009
Died: April 19
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Shanghai
China
James Graham Ballard
James Graham J. G. Ballard
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