I have been reliably informed by no less an authority than someone whose identity, unfortunately, I am not at liberty to divulge, that with the last post I achieved that elusive intellectual holy grail, which writers through the centuries despite occasional fragmentary glimpses of this substance have strived and infallibly failed to attain- this being, needless to say, the perfect union of form and content.
I would like to thank noone in particular at this significant moment, as the achievement is mine and mine alone. I should also add that the attainment, or rather recognition of the attainment, barely scratches the surface of my being, as I do not deem the opinion of others to be of any intrinsic worth.
This might appear to be arrogance, but on the contrary it is a form of humility, as the total lack of concern for the intellectual opinion of all others means I cannot get excited by any public recognition of achievements attained. Vanity is strictly for the mediocre. It will also be recognised that this is not a form of contempt, as that would necessitate a category of mental relationship which is altogether absent. Contempt is naturally of a close kinship to the already mentioned vanity.
Any psychological connection between the author and the thoughts expressed above is entirely coincidental.