| WHEN I read the book, the biography famous, |
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And is this, then, (said I,) what the author calls a
man's life? |
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And so will some one, when I am dead and gone, write
my life? |
| (As if any man really knew aught of my life; |
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Why, even I myself, I often think, know little or noth-
ing of my real life; |
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Only a few hints—a few diffused, faint clues and indi-
rections, |
| I seek, for my own use, to trace out here.) |