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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave There is something essentially ridiculous about critics, anyway: what is good is good without our saying so, and beneath all our majesty we know this. - Quote by Randall Jarrell

There is something essentially ridiculous about critics, anyway: what is good is good without our saying so, and beneath all our majesty we know this.

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