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..this indiscriminate love feels entirely serious to her, as if everything in the world is part of a vast, inscrutable intention and everything in the world has its own secret name, a name that cannot be conveyed in language but is simply the sight and feel of the thing itself.

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Michael Cunningham
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: November 6
Novelist
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