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The act of living had been enjoyable at some point when I was not paying attention, it had turned into a different sort of experience, to whose grimness I had grown so accustomed that I now took it for granted.

Paul Bowles

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Paul Bowles
Age: 88 †
Born: 1910
Born: January 1
Died: 1999
Died: January 1
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Paul Frederic Bowles
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