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It is the nature of man to rise to greatness if greatness is expected of him.
John Steinbeck
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John Steinbeck
Age: 66 †
Born: 1902
Born: February 27
Died: 1968
Died: December 20
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John Ernst Steinbeck
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John Ernst Steinbeck
John Ernest Steinbeck
John Ernst Steinbeck Jr
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