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My life shall be free and broad and great, and I will not be the slave to the sense delights which chained my ancient ancestry. I reject the heritage. I break the entail. And who are you to say I am unwise?

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Jack London
Age: 40 †
Born: 1876
Born: January 12
Died: 1916
Died: November 22
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