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Не первый раз уже за эти дни вспоминаю:

When I am dead,
I hope it may be said:
His sins were scarlet,
but his books were read.

Hilaire Belloc, 1870-1953


(В переводе С. Я. Маршака:

Пусть на моём напишут пьедестале:
Грешил он много, но его читали.)

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