Wit, after all, is the unfailing symptom of intelligence. — Christopher Hitchens
Wit, after all, is the unfailing symptom of intelligence. — Christopher Hitchens
Wit, after all, is the unfailing symptom of intelligence. — Christopher Hitchens
Wit, after all, is the unfailing symptom of intelligence. — Christopher Hitchens
Wit, after all, is the unfailing symptom of intelligence. — Christopher Hitchens
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Wit, after all, is the unfailing symptom of intelligence.

— Christopher Hitchens
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