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Jones was bitterly disappointed.
Ever since he was a boy, he wanted to be a great explorer,
like Stanley, or Livingstone. But here and now, in deepest
Zambia he realized that the tales of the intrepid exploits
of his heroes had been fabricated from the comfort of a
business class hammock on Central African Headways.
