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But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

Louise Bogan

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Louise Bogan
Age: 72 †
Born: 1897
Born: August 11
Died: 1970
Died: February 4
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Literary Critic
Poet
Short Story Writer
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Maine
United States
Louise Mary Bogan
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... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.
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