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Genesis

My great-grandfather emigrated from Switzerland to New York. He moved his family to Chicago, where he drank on the streets to the scorn of the crowd.

My grandfather swore off the booze. He moved his family to Indiana, where he became a man of God.

My father swore off God. He moved his family to Chicago and became a man of might.

I swore off might. I swore off God. And I drank on the streets to the scorn of the crowd.

But then, by the grace of the God of my fathers, I swore off the booze. I moved to New York, and I became a man of letters.

And in those letters, which were already formed, was the place of my origin, the passion of my purpose and the promise of my destiny.

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