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My God died young. Theolatry i found Degrading, and its premises, unsound. No free man needs God but was I free?

Vladimir Nabokov

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Vladimir Nabokov
Age: 77 †
Born: 1899
Born: January 1
Died: 1977
Died: January 1
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Literary Critic
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Science Fiction Writer
St. Petersburg
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
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