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“My laps-meter, the first caliper of the soul and the first hope of bridging the dread chasm that has rent the soul of Western man ever since the famous philosopher Descartes ripped body loose from mind and turned the very soul into a ghost that haunts its own house.”

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Love in the Ruins

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Walker Percy
Walker Percy

Walker Percy was an American author known for his philosophical novels, which often explore themes of human existence, religious faith, and the absurdity of modern life. He was born on May 28, 1916, and passed away on May 10, 1990. more

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