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“There is nothing to be said except about the sheer waste and futility of it all. It is the war all over again, when one is rung up to be told that Rupert was dead, or that one's brother was killed, and one knew that it was only to produce the kind of world we are living in now. Horrible.”

Quote by Leonard Woolf

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Leonard Woolf
Leonard Woolf

British author and social activist, married to Virginia Woolf, and co-founder of the famous Bloomsbury Group. His works include novels, biographies, and essays, known for their deep insights into character psychology and their focus on social issues. more

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