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A wonderful autobiography of a man who preceded his time by appreciating in the 1920 that personal desires and impulses, including sexual, had crucial influence on his professional and personal development.
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“MEMORY is the Mother of the Muses, the prototype of the Artist.”
Frank Harris was an Irish-American editor, novelist, short story writer, journalist and publisher. Harris was born James Thomas Harris in Galway, Ireland, but at eighteen he changed his first name from James to Frank. His extraordinary life summary, having risen from a poor Irish boy to literary king maker in the height of Victorian London through the building of the Brooklyn bridge, the Chicago fire, smuggling cattle in Texas, and law studies in Kansas, made him friends of such literary stars as George Bernard Shaw, Oscar Wilde and D. H. Lawrence, among others. Source: [Wikipedia](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Harris)
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