When I Read The Book, The Biography Famous, And Is This, Then, (Said I,) What The Author Calls A Man'S Life? And So Will Some One, When I Am Dead And Gone, Write My Life? (As If Any Man Really Knew Aught Of My Life; Why, Even I Myself, I Often Think, Know Little Or Nothing Of My Real Life; Only A Few Hints, A Few Diffused, Faint Clues And Indirections, I Seek, For My Own Use, To Trace Out Here.)