I am of an unimpressive intelligence, but I've made learned men think I was once of them. I have a certain low-cunning.
My father despises me, but he forces himself to pretend he loves me. My simple presence is a torture to him.
I am an unemployed confidence man of the highest regard who grows poorer everyday.
But, this isn't the grandiose goodbye you might have expected.
There is only me here, and no one to talk to.
