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“I had written of Germans as men not super men and this was considered a very weak attitude to take. I couldn't make much sense out of this, and it seems absurd now that we know the Germans were men, and this fallible, even defeatable. It was said that I didn't know anything about the war, and this was perfectly true, though how Park Avenue commandos found me out I can't conceive.”

Quote by John Steinbeck

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John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck

John Steinbeck was an American author renowned for his profound depiction of American society and the lives of farmers. His works often explore themes of poverty, social injustice, and human nature. Steinbeck was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1962 for his significant contribution to American literature. more

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