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I am a young man of education and ideas; philosophy and science; art and psychology; religion and socialism. So many paths lie open before me. Is the fact that the one which posesses, for me, such a strong siren's call, the very same way that is piled high with roadblocks, to set me off my path? I think not, and I aver wholeheartedly now to try my hand at all manner of higher thought and social responsibility and diligence of expression. I shall teach; I shall study; I shall travel; I shall learn; I shall write.
And by all hard-boiled British determination, be it, as it may, sprung up from my Nordic forebears (Yes, Norsemen--I know in my heart it is they from whom I descend!), I shall publish. The very idea that being first rejected should deter me from my great need for self-expression? Why, what folly! I might as well consign myself now to be eaten by worms, then ducks, and ultimately you, dear reader, as is the way in that oft-sung song of my childhood home.
I'll tell you this: There are more editors in the world than Mr. T.S. Eliot, and more publishing houses than Faber and Faber. We shall see what we shall see. Perhaps I should provide Mr. Eliot with the opportunity of a well-placed osculation between his pursed lips and my bared hindmost region upon the occasion of my successful publication. On the other hand, Mother would scarcely appreciate such a sentiment, so I shall confine it here to my journal. For now.
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The Lost Blogs: From Jesus to Jim Morrison--The Historically Inaccurate and Totally Fictitious Cyber Diaries of Everyone Worth Knowing