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Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business... Illumined by the imagination, our life, whatever its defeats - is a never-ending unforeseen strangeness and adventure and mystery.

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
Life
Mystery
Strangeness
Imagination
Dreary
Existence
Mortal
Whatever
Ending
Business
Mortals
Illumined
Without
Defeat
Prosaic
Kind
Indeed
Unforeseen
Never
Adventure
Defeats

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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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