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“There is nothing more poetic than the truth. He who does not see poetry in it will always be a poor versifier outside of it.”

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Multatuli
Multatuli

Multatuli, whose real name was Eduard Douwes Dekker, was a Dutch writer. His work 'The Diary of a Visit to the Dutch Antilles' exposed the残酷 realities of Dutch colonial rule and conducted a profound critique of colonialism. more

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