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Mississippi Squire William Faulkner, who lets neither his 1949 Nobel Prize nor his current Pulitzer Prize (for A Fable) shatter his belief that he is just a simple agrarian with a literary bent, confided to a Manhattan interviewer that he long since missed his true calling. Said he wistfully: "I was born to be a tramp. I was happiest when I had nothing. I had a trench coat then with big pockets. It would carry a pair of socks, a condensed Shakespeare and a bottle...
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