Peter De Vries
Peter De Vries (February 27, 1910 – September 28, 1993) was an American editor and novelist known for his satiric wit. He has been described by the philosopher Daniel Dennett as "probably the funniest writer on religion ever".
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... of most of the leading authors of his times Voltaire, Jean-Baptiste de Boyer, Marquis d'Argens, Pierre-Louis de Maupertuis and the atheïst Julien Offray de La Mettrie ...
... outbreaks of disease on his own in Salon-de-Provence and in the regional capital, Aix-en-Provence ... Finally, in 1547, he settled in Salon-de-Provence in the house which exists today, where he married a rich widow named Anne Ponsarde, with whom he had six children—thre ... a one-thirteenth share in a huge canal project organized by Adam de Craponne to irrigate largely waterless Salon-de-Provence and the nearby Désert de la Crau from the river Durance ...
... the end of the Clausura 2007 tournament, 9 de Julio was kicked out from the quarter finals of the promotion playoff and replaced by Juventud Antoniana ... This came about because 9 de Julio was found guilty of having agreed to play a 1-1 tie with Central Norte, the other team from Salta, Argentina this result was what both teams needed in order to qualify for the. 9 de Julio was losing 0-1 and were awarded a penalty kick by the referee Juan Dardanelli in extra time ...
... Club Atlético 9 de Julio (mostly times referred as 9 de Julio de Rafaela) is an Argentine football club from the city of Rafaela in Santa Fe Province ...
... De Vries, Peter (1 January 1949) ... "Open House" ...
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“You can make a sordid thing sound like a brilliant drawing-room comedy. Probably a fear we have of facing up to the real issues. Could you say we were guilty of Noel Cowardice?”
—Peter De Vries (b. 1910)
“Everybody hates me because I’m so universally liked.”
—Peter De Vries (b. 1910)
“When the Day of Judgement dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards—their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble—the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.””
—Virginia Woolf (1882–1941)