I did not know that history is like a blood stain that keeps on showing on the wall no matter how many new owners take possession, no matter how many times we pint over it.

Peter Carey
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"History is like a blood stain that keeps on showing on the wall no matter how many new owners take possession, no matter how many times we pint over it." This quote captures the idea of history never ending. The past is only finite and the only thing that can be done is to learn from the mistakes of the past.

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