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The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

John Fowles

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John Fowles
Age: 79 †
Born: 1926
Born: March 31
Died: 2005
Died: November 5
Essayist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Teacher
Writer
Leigh-on-Sea
Essex
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Death
Night
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Come
Perversion
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Craving
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