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“It worries me I may tell you. I sit at home every night thinking about it and smoking endless cigarettes. If you call at my place any night after seven I will show you one of them. Quite circular. Like a hoop.”

Quote by Flann O'Brien

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Flann O'Brien
Flann O'Brien

Flann O'Brien, born on October 5, 1911, and died on April 1, 1966, was an Irish novelist known for his unique humor and satirical style. His works, including 'The Third Policeman' and 'The Short Stories of Flann O'Brien', are celebrated for their absurdity and wit. O'Brien is considered an important figure in Irish literary history. more

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