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Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.

Thomas Pynchon

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Thomas Pynchon
Age: 87
Born: 1937
Born: May 8
Essayist
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Science Fiction Writer
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Glen Cove
New York
Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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