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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

Thomas Hood

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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Travel
Narrower
Rather
Copper
Others
Resemble
Going
Brass
Mind
Farther
Wire
Improve
Minds

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