No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number fondly believe their wish has been granted.
W. H. Auden
The realm of a writer in all its hanging-upside-down, face-obscured-by-the-fallen-gown, underwear-exposed-to-the-world unglory.
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