As I greased the stage of the Hammersmith Odium a week or so ago, I glanced down among the emaciated faces of the list of the lost and, among the wreckage, I spotted this tome alone. I had one of my million minions transport it to my backstage area.
Expecting another tirade by a journalist who...
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