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I Encountered Among My Comrades The Most Varied Human Traits, From Frankness To Reserve, From Goodness, Uprightness And Kindness, To Brutality And Baseness.

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I Encountered Among My

Georg Brandes

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I Encountered Among My Comrades The Most Varied Human Traits, From Frankness To Reserve, From Goodness, Uprightness And Kindness, To Brutality And Baseness.

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