The air bit into your lungs because it was filled with poisonous gas escaping from the refineries. That sting in the air which made breathing so hard… - B. Traven

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The air bit into your lungs because it was filled with poisonous gas escaping from the refineries. That sting in the air which made breathing so hard and unpleasant and choked your throat constantly meant that people were making money–much money.

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About B. Traven

(Bruno Traven in some accounts, born 23 February 1882 in Schwiebus, died 26 March 1969 in Mexico City) was the pen name of a presumably German novelist, whose real name, nationality, date and place of birth and details of biography are all subject to dispute. One of the few certainties about Traven's life is that he lived for years in Mexico, where the majority of his fiction is also set—including (1927). The film adaptation of the same name won three Academy Awards in 1948.

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Pen Names: Robert Bek-gran Hal Croves Ret Marut Richard Maurhut Traven Torsvan Fred Gaudet Fred Mareth Bruno Marhut Red Marut Rex Marut Robert Marut Fred Maruth Goetz Öhly Anton Raderscheidt Wilhelm Scheider Jacob Torice B. T. Torsvan Berick Traven Torsvan Traves Torsvan Heinrich Otto Becker Adolf Rudolf Feige Herman Albert Otto Max Feige Otto Feige T. Torsvan Otto Wienecke Bruno Traven Albert Otto Max Wienecke
Alternative Names: Torsvan Berick Torsvan Bernhard Traven Torsvan Torsvan Croves Traven

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Morals are taught and preached not for the sake of heaven, but to assist those people on earth who have everything they need and more to retain their possessions and to help them to accumulate still more. Morals is the butter for those who have no bread.

My personal history would not be disappointing to readers, but it is my own affair which I want to keep to myself. I am in fact in no way more important than is the typesetter for my books, the man who works the mill; ... no more important than the man who binds my books and the woman who wraps them and the scrubwoman who cleans up the office.

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