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“Small wonder how pitiably we love our home, cling in her skirts at night, rejoice in her wide star-seducing smile, when every star strikes us sick with the fright: do we really exist at all?”

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Book:Let Us Now Praise Famous Men
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James Agee
James Agee

James Agee (November 27, 1909 - May 16, 1955) was an American author, playwright, and film critic. Known for his profound social criticism and literary talent, Agee is best remembered for his novel 'A Death in the Family' and the screenplay for the film 'The African Queen'. more

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