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Today is William Faulkner's birthday. What can I do to honor the South's premier prima donna writer of fiction? I don't smoke. I don't drink. I don't curse. I don't fool around. I don't make up stories about myself. I have already paid homage at his Mississippi shrines. I am certainly not going to ruin my day by reading any of his work. Oh, well. Happy posthumous birthday, Bill. Despite all of your bad habits I think we could have been good friends. After all, we have the South in common.
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