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Hazard has conditioned us to live in hazard. All our pleasures are dependent on it. Even though I arrange for a pleasure, and look forward to it, my eventual enjoyment of it is still a matter of hazard. Wherever time passes, there is hazard.

John Fowles

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John Fowles
Age: 79 †
Born: 1926
Born: March 31
Died: 2005
Died: November 5
Essayist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Teacher
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Leigh-on-Sea
Essex
Time
Stills
Wherever
Hazard
Still
Pages
Arrange
May
Forward
Conditioned
Live
Pleasure
Hazards
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Dies
Passes
Matter
Though
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Turns
Enjoyment
Even
Next
Dependent
Eventual

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