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“Opinions differ on the question of whether a golden age is something you can experience while it's happening or whether it only comes into focus on reflection...no matter how grand and prosperous and momentous the time in which you are living may be, its grandeur is inevitably stained by the incessant drabness of the present.”

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Amsterdam: A History of the World's Most Liberal City

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Russell Shorto
Russell Shorto

Russell Shorto is a renowned American author known for his historical works. His writings often focus on the history and culture of the Netherlands, particularly on New Amsterdam during the 17th century. Shorto's writing style is praised for its in-depth research and vivid storytelling. more

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