A Lot of Nonsense

There is a slanting wind and drizzle outside, and the lights inside the house are dim. One person is sitting at his desk, writing about the strange world, about the human feelings of self-knowledge of warmth and coldness, about the changes in the years, about joys and sorrows, and just writing about it and hearing about it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.