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Libraries have always been humanities' way of preserving its collective wisdom

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Umberto Eco
Age: 84 †
Born: 1932
Born: January 5
Died: 2016
Died: February 19
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Your masters at Oxford have taught you to idolize reason, drying up the prophetic capacities of your heart!
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I write stories about conspiracies and paranoid characters while I am, in fact, a very skeptical person.
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