“ I offer you whatever insight my books may hold, whatever manliness or humour my life.
I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow --the tral heart that deals not in words, traffiot with dreams, and is uime, by joy, by adversities.
I offer you the memory of a yellow rose see, years before you were born.
I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentid surprising news of yourself.
I give you my loneliness, my darkhe hunger of my heart;
I am trying to bribe you with uy, with dah defeat.”