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The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage.

John Steinbeck

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John Steinbeck
Age: 66 †
Born: 1902
Born: February 27
Died: 1968
Died: December 20
Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
War Correspondent
Writer
Salinas
California
John Ernst Steinbeck
Jr.
John Ernst Steinbeck
John Ernest Steinbeck
John Ernst Steinbeck Jr
Steinbeck
Mouths
Engine
Shudder
Ancient
Warming
Vacant
High
Engines
Pavement
Eye
Dry
Ribs
Sound
Stomach
Jet
Even
Hot
Cage
Shod
Mouth
Cages
Hooves
Brings
Palms
Churn

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