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I, who write this, am a dead man. Dead legally—dead by absolute proofs—dead and buried! Ask for me in my native city and they will tell you I was one of the victims of the cholera that ravaged Naples in 1884, and that my mortal remains lie moldering in the funeral vault of my ancestors. Yet—I live! I feel the warm blood coursing through my veins—the blood of thirty summers—the prime of early manhood invigorates me, and makes these eyes of mine keen and bright—these muscles strong as iron—this hand powerful of grip—this well–knit form erect and proud of bearing. Yes!—I am alive, though declared…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
I, who write this, am a dead man. Dead legally—dead by absolute proofs—dead and buried! Ask for me in my native city and they will tell you I was one of the victims of the cholera that ravaged Naples in 1884, and that my mortal remains lie moldering in the funeral vault of my ancestors. Yet—I live! I feel the warm blood coursing through my veins—the blood of thirty summers—the prime of early manhood invigorates me, and makes these eyes of mine keen and bright—these muscles strong as iron—this hand powerful of grip—this well–knit form erect and proud of bearing. Yes!—I am alive, though declared to be dead; alive in the fullness of manly force—and even sorrow has left few distinguishing marks upon me, save one. My hair, once ebony–black, is white as a wreath of Alpine snow, though its clustering curls are thick as ever.
Autorenporträt
As the most widely read English novelist of her time, Marie Corelli outsold Arthur Conan Doyle, Rudyard Kipling and H.G. Wells. Her works were beloved by Queen Victoria, and she published 25 novels in 29 years. Although she wrote with the last name Corelli, she was born Mary Mackay and spoke no Italian, but often pretended to do so. An ardent preservationist, she donated funds to help restore and maintain the 17th century buildings that have come to define the town of Stratford-upon-Avon. She often flouted society's expectations and lived with a beloved female companion to whom she left her entire estate upon her death. Today her works are largely ignored by scholars, but they nonetheless continue to delight the scrupulous reader who finds them.