Ocupation: Writer
Life: July 27, 1870 - July 16, 1953
Birthday: July 27
Death: July 16
It seems to be saying perpetually; 'I am the end of the nineteenth century; I am glad they built me of iron; let me rust.' ... It is like a passing fool in a crowd of the University, a buffoon in the hall; for all the things in Paris has made, it alone has neither wits nor soul.
topic: Engineering, Iron, Paris, Buffoons