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1865–1936

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Rudyard Kipling

I run eight hundred hens to the acre. They die by dozens mysteriously.... I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker. Why has the Lord afflicted me?

What a return for all my endeavour — Not to mention the L. S. D.! I am an atheist now and for ever, Because this God has afflicted me!

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