Anthony Richard Delaheade White was the only son of Anton Antovic White-Elephant, a middle-management, industrial scientist, well known in his own imagination, and still remembered among many of his neighbours owing to his gloomy and tragic disposition, which is described herein, in its proper place.
Before you go any further, you should embrace this fact: it is just a diary; there are seldom any other bits. Sometimes there are, but more often than not, they’re deleted before they get going.
Though you might console yourself by remembering that there has never been a single thought capable of forging the human spirit, that was conceived, or written down, in a large room.
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