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“Agitators are a set of interfering, meddling people who come down to some perfectly contented class of the community and sow the seeds of discontent among them. That is the reason why agitators are so absolutely necessary.”

Quote by Oscar Wilde

Book:The Soul of Man under Socialism
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The Soul of Man under Socialism

This work delves into the essence of human nature and its interaction with socialist ideologies, offering a critical analysis of the impact of social systems on the individual. more

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Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde, born on October 16, 1854, in Ireland, and died on November 30, 1900, was a renowned Irish writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their wit, satire, and unique style, with notable works including 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and 'Lady Windermere's Fan'. more

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