![]() ![]() Gwen, my amanuensis, is a college student employed as an intern at the research center where I am housed. Right now it is eleven fifteen in the morning on a drably nondescript day in September I am lying partially supine and extremely comfortably on a couch, my shoes off but my socks on, a glass of iced tea tinkling peacefully in my hand, and there is a soft-spoken young woman named Gwen Gupta sitting in this very room with me, recording my words in a yellow notepad with a pencil and a laserlike sense of concentration. And because voice recorders detest me for the usual reasons, I must have an amanuensis. That is why I have decided to deliver my memoirs by dictation. ![]() I never bothered learning to type any more adroitly than by use of the embarrassingly primitive "hunt-and-peck" method, and as for pen and paper, my hands are awkwardly shaped and tire easily of etching out so many small, fastidious markings. However, I find the physical tedium of actually writing unendurable. ![]() ![]() I give this gift with the aim and hope that they will enlighten, enchant, forewarn, instruct, and perchance even entertain. My name is Bruno Littlemore: Bruno I was given, Littlemore I gave myself, and with some prodding I have finally decided to give this undeserving and spiritually diseased world the generous gift of my memoirs. Plays such fantastic tricks before high heavenĪs makes the angels weep who, with our spleens, ![]()
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