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“Harriet, Hi! Light of my eye! Come to the pictures and have a good cry, For it's jolly old Saturday, Mad-as-a-hatter-day, Nothing-much-matter-day-night!”

Quote by A. P. Herbert

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A. P. Herbert
A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert was a British novelist and satirist, renowned for his sharp wit and social criticism. Born on September 24, 1890, and passing away on November 11, 1971, Herbert's writing often targeted social and political issues. He is most famous for his novel 'The White House' and its sequels, which criticized the British political system and its elite. more

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