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Robert E. Howard

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The poem you sent me was as fiery and virile as anything you’ve ever written – or anybody else, for that matter. Especially the second part went to my brain like the flaming liquor of insanity. No one else besides Jack London has the power to move me just that way.
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From a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith (c. November 1928)

 
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