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THE CONFESSION OF A FOOL
THE CONFESSION OF A FOOL
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Scanned, proofed and corrected from the original hardcover edition for enjoyable reading.
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An excerpt from the author's concluding remarks: This is a terrible book, I fully admit it, and I regret that I ever wrote it. How did I come to write it? I had to wash my corpse before it was laid in its coffin. Four years ago, if I remember rightly, a friend of mine, a writer, a declared enemy of the indiscretions— of others—said to me one day when talking about my first marriage—--
"Do you know, it would make excellent copy for the sort of novel which I should like to write." Certain of my friend's applause, I decided there and then to write it myself. "Don't be angry with me, dear old fellow, that I, as the original owner, make use of my property." I also remember, it is twelve years ago now, a remark my future mother-in-law made to me one evening when I was watching her daughter carrying on a flirtation with a group of young men—-- "Wouldn't she make a splendid heroine for a novel?" "With what title?" "A passionate woman!" Happy mother, who died in the nick of time, I have carried out your suggestion. The novel has been written. I can die in peace.
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An excerpt from the author's concluding remarks: This is a terrible book, I fully admit it, and I regret that I ever wrote it. How did I come to write it? I had to wash my corpse before it was laid in its coffin. Four years ago, if I remember rightly, a friend of mine, a writer, a declared enemy of the indiscretions— of others—said to me one day when talking about my first marriage—--
"Do you know, it would make excellent copy for the sort of novel which I should like to write." Certain of my friend's applause, I decided there and then to write it myself. "Don't be angry with me, dear old fellow, that I, as the original owner, make use of my property." I also remember, it is twelve years ago now, a remark my future mother-in-law made to me one evening when I was watching her daughter carrying on a flirtation with a group of young men—-- "Wouldn't she make a splendid heroine for a novel?" "With what title?" "A passionate woman!" Happy mother, who died in the nick of time, I have carried out your suggestion. The novel has been written. I can die in peace.
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