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“No rage is equal to the rage of a contented right-thinking man when he is confronted in the marketplace by an idea which belongs in the pulpit.”

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Thurman Arnold

Thurman Arnold, an American lawyer, was born on June 2, 1891, and died on November 7, 1969. He is known for his broad interests and contributions in the legal field, particularly in constitutional law, administrative law, and environmental protection. more

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