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i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.

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Ian Mcewan
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: June 21
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Film Producer
Novelist
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Belfast
Ireland
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All this happiness on display is suspect... If they think - and they could be right - that continued torture and summary executions, ethnic cleansing and occasional genocide are preferable to an invasion, they should be sombre in their view.
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