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

Ian Mcewan

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Ian Mcewan
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: June 21
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Film Producer
Novelist
Playwright
Screenwriter
Writer
Belfast
Ireland
Mad
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