Had I a moment’s rest I would tell you a story, a story that would put an end to storytelling. I would tell it to you slowly, deliberately, slowly and deliberately. I would tell it to you once, and then never tell it again, not to another soul, never again. I would yell it, scream it at the top of my lungs; so loud that all would hear, even the deaf. If I had the time and patience I would tell you a story, a story to end all storytelling, the story of my life, one life among many, the story to end all stories, my life.
