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“A day will come when markets, open to trade, and minds, open to ideas, will become the sole battlefield.”

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Victor Hugo, a French romantic poet, novelist, and playwright, was born on February 26, 1802, and died on May 22, 1885. He is considered one of the greatest writers in French literary history, known for his profound humanistic concerns and rich imagination. more

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