Perpetually haunted by words unwritten, (as is probably the curse of most writers), ERC muses often; but as if in obstinate defiance, would barely bring himself to write that which he is given; for oftentimes would he measure if it were right to write that instant, against his natural inclination to do so. I say, these maddened ramblings are set in motion to persuade himself not to write. By some stroke of providence, he has managed to pen a few things, so scanty in comparison to how much his muse bids him work. So mark here, sweet reader, that whatever pieces of works you uncover from his depth, or those which you should stumble upon on this site, should heretofore be considered a privilege. It would be no insanity to even question if he by himself reads that which he has written, since encumbered by strange laziness, he had barely brought himself to write. I tell you though, he always seems fixed to frustrate whatever angel was dispatched him to see his enterprise done. I promise you, he now is resolved to giving as much or nearly in like proportion that which he’s inspired to write.