WITH its streak of jagged edged ambition and its culmination in the lush pastures of plenty, it's the sort of story that, in a better world, would be afforded feature-length cinematic treatment, but which today, alas, would probably be reduced to a television biopic or, at best, mini-series. In any case, whether on silver screen or small screen, its credits would be obliged to emphasise that this was resolutely a work of non-fiction, lest it were dismissed as being too...
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