I suppose it's something to do with her black-brained religion not to take care of the body. - Evelyn Waugh

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I suppose it's something to do with her black-brained religion not to take care of the body.

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About Evelyn Waugh

Arthur Evelyn St. John Waugh (28 October 1903 – 10 April 1966) was an English writer of novels, biographies, and travel books; he was also a prolific journalist and book reviewer. His most famous works include the early satires Decline and Fall (1928) and A Handful of Dust (1934), the novel Brideshead Revisited (1945), and the Second World War trilogy Sword of Honour (1952–1961). He is recognised as one of the great prose stylists of the English language in the 20th century.

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Alternative Names: Evelyn Arthur St John Waugh Arthur Evelyn St. John Waugh
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