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He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

Jean Rhys

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Jean Rhys
Age: 88 †
Born: 1890
Born: August 24
Died: 1979
Died: May 14
Novelist
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Ella Gwendolen Rees Williams
Ella Rees Williams
Discovered
Unhappy
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Emotion
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Blown
People
Winds
Impulse

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