Precocious Beginnings

An Excerpt From My Memoirs

At a very early age, I recoiled with horror from a vision of the life that could have been mine had I grown up in a normal way.

I very soon despised school and its unpleasant attempts at indoctrination and fled from so-called reality into the ivory tower of romance, intimately convinced of the greatness of my destiny. It seemed obvious to me that I would reign, and I repeated to myself over and over again: I shall be king. 

The prospect filled me with joy, and today I interpret those royal aspirations as the inordinately noble ambition to master and reign over my own destiny.