| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - There is a fresh grave in the cellar: ??? ???That is where I buried my first childish love of myself, my belief that I would never die like other people, and that I wasn???t the son of my parents but a son of a king, a king who ruled the whole world.??? ??? The August 1936 Esquire carried ???Afternoon of an Author,??? an account of a tired and lonely writer trying to get an idea for a story: ???Th
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