Upon being condemned to this world of war, I was granted but one weapon. My pen is my chosen instrument. With it I fight many things, both fools and kings, ogres, and ghosts, and monsters with wings. Am I what I write? I both am and am not. It is more than and less than what I am. I know only this: I EXIST to write! Nothing more. But certainly nothing less than this!
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