Prologue

Call me Tacitus. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing in particular to interest me in these United States, I thought I would talk a little and see the reality of the world. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses; especially whenever my nerves get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people glasses off - then, I account it high time to get to blog as soon as I can.