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"Perhaps I've never known reality as other human beings know it,' he thought. 'My life has been industrious, monotonous, patient. I've carried my load like a camel. And I've been able to do this because it hasn't been my real life at all! My "mythology" has been my real life.' The"
John Cowper Powys (October 8 1872 – June 17 1963) was a British novelist, poet, essayist, philosopher, literary critic, anarchist, and autobiographer.
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