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Sunday, August 12, 2007 at 6:21 AM
Went out for dinner with my cousins, aunts and uncles plus my grandfather again. My stupid brother just prevented me from typing the reason why my grandfather treated us to dinner in case someone kidnapped him. Now he's saying that my dad, who is not at home, is dancing YMCA naked outside the window.
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“In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been in a distant land to me. Perhaps these pages are more particularly addressed to poor students. As for the rest of my readers, they will accept such portions as apply to them. I trust that none will stretch the seams in putting on the coat, for it may do good service to him whom it fits.” Your disclaimer, description, or bio goes here.
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