realmittler

If any ambitious man have a fancy to revolutionize, at one effort, the universal world of humnu thought, human opinion, and human sentiment, the opportunity is his own the road to immortal renown lies straight, open, and unencumbered before him. All that he has to do is to write and publish a very little book. Its title should be simple a few plain words " My Heart Laid Bare." But this little book must be true to its title. Now, is it not very singular that, with the rabid thirst for notoriety which distinguishes so many of mankind so many, too, who care not a fig what is thought of them after death, there should not be found one man having sufficient hardihood to write this little book? To write, I say. There are ten thousand men who, if the book were once written, would laugh, at the notion of being disturbed by its publication during their life, and who could not even conceive why they should object to its being published after their death. But to write it there is the rub. No man dare write it. No man ever will dare write it. No man could write it, even if he dared. The paper would shrivel and blaze at every touch of the fiery pen......

Edgar Allan Poe