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“Hippogriff, n. An animal (now extinct) which was half horse and half griffin. The griffin was itself a compound creature, half lion and half eagle. The hippogriff was actually, therefore, only one-quarter eagle, which is two dollars and fifty cents in gold. The study of zoology is full of surprises.”

Quote by Ambrose Bierce

Book:The Devil's Dictionary
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The Devil's Dictionary

The Devil's Dictionary is a collection of satirical and often scathing definitions compiled by Ambrose Bierce. It was originally published in 1911 and is known for its wit and sharp social commentary. The dictionary features definitions that are often the opposite of the conventional meanings, reflecting Bierce's sharp wit and critical perspective on human nature and society. more

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Ambrose Bierce
Ambrose Bierce

Ambrose Bierce was an American journalist, satirist, and editor, renowned for his sharp wit and dark humor. He is best known for his satirical novel 'The Devil's Dictionary' and his short stories. Bierce was born on June 24, 1842, and his exact date of death remains unknown, as he disappeared during the American Civil War. more

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