The me I would like to be (and usually am)

"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone
 I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."

				- Charles Brugnot


"Pestis eram vivus--moriens tua mors ero."
 (Living, I was your plague--dying, I shall be your death.)

				- Martin Luther


"Nemo me impune lacessit."
 (No one provokes me without punishment.)

				- Montressor
			          "The Cask of Amontillado"


"Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker."

				- Linus on Life

"I believe that if one man were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream--I believe that the world would gain such a fresh impulse of joy that we would forget all the maladies of mediævalism, and return to the Hellenic ideal--to something finer, richer, than the Hellenic ideal, it may be. But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself. The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self-denial that mars our lives. We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind, and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. It has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain. It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also."
(Lord Henry Wotton, The Picture of Dorian Gray)

Despite my eagerness to write to this page at length, I have instead taken great pains to postpone my writing until I feel as though the thoughts which I present here are worthy of something more than a casual ear. Since I have always believed that the concept of autobiography is somewhat quixotic, you may wonder what "imp of the perverse" drives me to compose these words at all. Nevertheless, to those who know me rather well, it would not be at all surprising that I actually enjoy being quixotic, and often excessively so. And so, do not question the practicality of these memoirs-- they have none.

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