I knew it would never do as soon as I’d started. The first chapter slipped away from my control right away, and I’d rather see the second dead in its cradle than for it to turn out like its predecessor. So: no chapters, no calculated fictions, no predetermined structures, not this year. Just the same miscellany as in years past.
But, having eliminated fictions, I still can’t promise truths. Not particular ones, not general ones, not mathematical or metaphysical truths; not plain truths, nor transcendent ones. And, in good faith I can assure you that I I can not guarantee that I will speak in good faith. I am wary, I am weary, I am cold; I will do anything to relieve these conditions. I will say anything to gain your confidence, your sympathy, and your charity. Believe me when I advise you: don’t believe me.
Now I am ready to begin.
