“Sometimes societies die and putrefy long before they are pronounced dead, and sometimes men die of corruption long before they have taken to their deathbeds.”

The Corruptions Of the Physical Body, p. 5
The Corrupt Society - From Ancient Greece To Present-Day America (1975)

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British lecturer, novelist, historian, poet and biographer 1911–1983

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