This comic novel was not published until 10 years after the author's death and won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
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Pray to him, you deluded fool, you 'anyone for tennis?' golf playing, cocktail-quaffing pseudo-pedant, for you do indeed need a heavenly patron. Although your days are numbered, you will not die as a martyr – for you further no holy cause – but as the total ass which you really are
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So unless this is enough for some one else I suggest Issybird take over.