Who is Jean Paul

Jean Paul (German: [ʒɑ̃ paʊl] (listen); born Johann Paul Friedrich Richter, 21 March 1763 – 14 November 1825) was a German Romantic writer, best known for his humorous novels and stories.

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Jean Paul was born at Wunsiedel, in the Fichtelgebirge mountains (Franconia). His father was an organist at Wunsiedel. In 1765 his father became a pastor at Joditz near Hof and, in 1767 at Schwarzenbach, but he died on 25 April 1779, leaving the family in great poverty. Later in life, Jean Paul noted, "The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but as in whispering-galleries, they are clearly heard at the end and by posterity." After attending the Gymnasium at Hof, in 1781 Jean Paul went to the University ...
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Hackneybooks: now on hackney books - existentialism is humanism by jean-paul sartre a defence
Wallacereid_: 1932 jean harlow paul bern, jean and love never seemed to work
_yournarrative: "every word has consequences. every silence too" - jean-paul sartre -
Dean_frey: anna karina & jean-luc godard by raymond cauchetier "his film isn’t out yet but it’s called breathless, with jean seberg & jean-paul belmondo; they all say it’s fantastic. you should go & see it. and i asked them, is he the guy with dark glasses? because he’s a very strange guy."
Fashlonfaguette: i love when cardi b has a good pull! especially when it’s jean paul gaultier ss 1993
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The Three Bares
 by Robert Service

Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean
And so she thought she'd soak 'em in a bucket o' benzine.
It worked all right. She wrung 'em out then wondered what she'd do
With all that bucket load of high explosive residue.
She knew that it was dangerous to scatter it around,
For Grandpa liked to throw his lighted matches on the ground.
Somehow she didn't dare to pour it down the kitchen sink,
And what the heck to do with it, poor Ma jest couldn't think.

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