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“All the greatest men are maniacs. They are possessed by a mania which drives them forward towards thier goal. The great scientists, the philosophers, the religious leaders - all maniacs. What else but a blind singlenee of purpose could have given focus to thier genius, would have kept them in the groove of purpose. Mania... is as priceless as genius.”

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Ian Fleming
Ian Fleming

Ian Fleming, a renowned British author, was born on May 28, 1908, in London. He is best known for creating the James Bond series of novels, which have achieved immense success and influence since the first book, 'Casino Royale,' was published in 1953. more

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