To you, who are so kindly taking the time to read this note of introduction,
I would like to present myself to you. Many will have seen me wandering the streets of New Babbage of late… or trying to maintain my balance as I endeavour to navigate the icy streets on a rather large and cumbersome penny farthing. Some have been so kind as to befriend this stranger… stopping to chat, or to invite me in out of the cold for a warm drink and refreshing conversation. Please accept my heartfelt gratitude for these and other acts of kindness and patience.
And so, by way of an introduction, I begin with an apology of sorts. You see, I truly wish I could offer you something of substance in this brief little biographical sketch. However… it seems that I am afflicted with a rather strange form of a curiously inconsistent and uneven amnesia. What I can tell you is this: I woke up one morning in New Babbage – disoriented, disheveled and dressed in very odd and anachronistic attire. My only possessions being a well-read and annotated copy of the Collected Writings of Thomas De Quincey, some gardening equipment and a small satchel stuffed with cryptic and disorganized personal notes. As I continue to piece this all together I will be sure to update my information.
Thank you for taking the time to read my history and please, if you feel you may have any information which might assist me in shedding a little light on my own personal mystery please by all means let me know.
Yours very sincerely,