The face appeared before me, a kind of spirit, I supposed, as it had no body. I was about to blame it on too much bourbon over several days, but then it … it made me a gift: it would cause newspapers to quote me. No, no tricks like an abject confession or a stream of profanity, but words that would make people move their heads up and down instead of side to side, that would prompt some of them, at least, to praise me to their friends, quoting me more or less accurately.
You will become a notable person, the spirit said, even though no one will remember exactly why you are notable.
Or remember how to spell your name.
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