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Sep 2014
"Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that ***** gray turmoil to follow love and pride, a new generation dedicated  more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken..."

"I know myself," he cried, "but that is all."
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson
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Charles Lutwidge Dodgson  Shermer, Illinois
(Shermer, Illinois)   
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