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“She was a logical child, as far as children go. She did not understand how such a nice, kind, good God as the one they preyed to, could condemn the whole earth for sinfulness and flood it, or condemn his only Son to a disgusting death on behalf of everyone. This death did not seem to have done much good.”

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A. S. Byatt
A. S. Byatt

A. S. Byatt is a celebrated British novelist, recognized for her intricate narratives and literary style. Born on August 24, 1936, she has made substantial contributions to literature with her distinctive voice and storytelling. more

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