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When i read the book, the biography famous,
And is this then (said i) what the author calls a man's life?
And so will some one when i am dead and gone write my life?
(as if any man really knew aught of my life,
Why even i myself i often think know little or nothing of my real life,
Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections
I seek for my own use to trace out here.)