1 An automythological account of th...

1 An automythological account of this author's strange affair
The next to the first most astounding day of my monkish and circumscribed life was the 19th of January, 1995--itself a double anniversary, for it also marks the beginning of a debilitating illness (the same date of infection, as it were), which I did not then know existed. Indeed, it could true well be that it did not then exist, and I have newly borne this affliction into the world. Bitter legacy, if true! Quel sale destin! nevertheless I was once an artist of a ambition, the kind that takes words as tools; I had labored in extent ...