Autobillography

One day I was out for a walk, and met a friend who said “Out for your daily constitutional?” I replied, “No, just a little Preamble An odd prospect, don’t you know, to consider writing the biography of someone unknown and highly eccentric, a failure in all his works and most of his relationships, who makes a hash even of his miserable attempts at self-pity, impoverished and in poor health his entire adult life, betimes within spitting distance of raving lunacy and moral turpitude, a seeker of truth enmeshed in illusion, attempting a form where the author must discard any hope of objectivity,…