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“Popularity is neither fame nor greatness. A king (as such) is not a great man. He has great power, but it is not his own. He merely wields the lever of state, which a child, an idiot or a madman can do. It is the office, not the man we gaze at. Any one else in the same situation would be just as much as object of abject curiosity. - The Indian Juggler”

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Book:William Hazlitt: Essays
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William Hazlitt: Essays

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William Hazlitt
William Hazlitt

William Hazlitt, born on April 10, 1778, was an influential English essayist and literary critic. His works are renowned for their sharp observations and profound insights, which have had a lasting impact on 19th-century British literature. more

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