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My head wants to be a walking lexicon. My pen wants to be a master-writer. My voice wants to be a singer of the sweetest melodies. To them I say, “I shall fulfil your high desires in course of time. Now my sole work is to drive away from me the green-eyed monster. When I am free from this abhorrent ghoul, a mighty satisfaction will be my reward and yours. As satisfaction is your sole choice, prepare and wait for the red-letter day when I shall be nothing but a flame of truth.”