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When I was still quite young I had a complete presentiment of life. It was like the nauseating smell of cooking escaping from a ventilator: you don't have to have eaten it to know that it would make you throw up.
Julian Barnes
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Julian Barnes
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: January 19
Essayist
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Leicester
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