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importance of being Ernest was to kill a lion. Or say he did. Jim was going
blind. He had not killed a lion. To do so, Nora said, he’d have to go up and
touch him and smell if the lion was there. Why kill a lion? What’s the best
time? April? April was sweet showers for Jim, but the cruellest month for
Ernest. One day he took a gun and shot himself. But Jim died after an
operation. The cemetery’s next to Zürich Zoo. Nora said she liked to think of
him lying there, listening to them roar.
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