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To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.

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
Write
Writing
Contradictory
Really
Attempts
Apparently
Escape
Suicide
Commit
Poetry

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