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“I took you out to dinner to warn you of charm. I warned you expressly and in great detail of the Flyte family. Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, Charles, it has killed you.' [Anthony Blanche to Charles Ryder]”

Quote by Evelyn Waugh

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Brideshead Revisited

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Evelyn Waugh
Evelyn Waugh

British writer known for his satirical and humorous style, with notable works including 'Vile Bodies' and 'Brideshead Revisited'. Waugh is renowned for his profound insights into 20th-century British society and culture. more

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