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Enright observes that we have become more cynical about legendary, overapposite last words, which may well have been invented or embellished by a ghostwriter, though, as he says, it is still nice to think that Andrew Bradford, an eighteenth-century Philadelphian newspaper publisher, did cry on his deathbed, "Oh Lord, forgive the errata!"--- Hermoine Lee, Virginia Woolf's Nose: Essays on Biography