I, Who Write This, Am A Dead Man. Dead Legally--Dead By Absolute
Proofs--Dead And Buried! Ask For Me In My Native City And They Will
Tell You I Was One Of The Victims Of The Cholera That Ravaged Naples
In 1884, And That My Mortal Remains Lie Moldering In The Funeral
Vault Of My Ancestors. Yet--I Live! I Feel The Warm Blood Coursing
Through My Veins--The Blood Of Thirty Summers--The Prime Of Early
Manhood Invigorates Me,
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