When they come to make the museum of my life

When they come to make the museum of my life, of course there will be all my books, all my manuscripts, but all around it will be pictures of my wife. The great beauty of my life, the great love of my life. Without her my life would always have meant nothing; now I will always look back and think I had at least one good thing in my life.
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