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Now that cleverness was the fashion most people were clever - even perfect fools and cleverness after all was often only a bore: all head and no body

Walter de La Mare

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Walter de La Mare
Age: 83 †
Born: 1873
Born: April 25
Died: 1956
Died: June 22
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
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Bore
Body
Bores
Even
Fools
People
Clever
Fool
Fashion
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Cleverness

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As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
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Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!
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A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
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