“He read at wine, he read in bed, He read aloud, had he the breath, His every thought was with the dead, And so he read himself to death.”

"Tarquin of Cheapside"
Quoted, Tales of the Jazz Age (1922)

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American novelist and screenwriter 1896–1940

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