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“Decent artists go through bad times but eventually they do get recognized. It's by no means a battle lost. Yet.”

Quote by Louis Auchincloss

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Louis Auchincloss
Louis Auchincloss

Louis Auchincloss was an American lawyer and writer, born on September 27, 1917, and passed away on January 26, 2010. He began his career in law, later turning to literary creation, and became known for his profound insights into the legal and upper-class life. more

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