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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I am glad to see that you have enough imagination not to be altogether a fool... Yes, it is want of imagination that makes people fools; they won't believe what they can't understand. - Quote by H. Rider Haggard

I am glad to see that you have enough imagination not to be altogether a fool… Yes, it is want of imagination that makes people fools; they won’t believe what they can’t understand.

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