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Preface

        future,  it  is  not  the  great  ones  alone  who  have  contributed  to
        civilization.  The  mass  of  people  created  the  technical  knowledge,
        performed the acts of bravery, and experienced the joys and sorrows
        which form the basis of our humanity. Many sacrifices are made by
        average men; they may be of interest not to the general public, but to
        a  man’s  immediate  relatives  and  his  future  descendants.  A  dry
        enumeration  of  my  own  family  members  would  be  a  matter  soon
        forgotten by my grandchildren and their children. Therefore, at the
        age of seventy I am putting down certain of my life’s experiences for
        the benefit of my progeny.
           To hold the interest of the reader I will have to mark down many
        episodes and occurrences which had an influence on my character,
        habits,  and  inclinations,  including  the  habits  of  the  townspeople—
        especially the youth I associated with—and the character of my close
        relatives.  All  these  characteristics  and  habit-forming  acts  are
        transmitted to the fourth generation; it is well to understand them in
        judging oneself. I do not intend to write in an imaginative style, only
        to record things which happened to impress my mind and formed
        those  habits  I  can  see  in  myself  today,  some  good  and  some  that
        deformed my mind and left me mentally crippled. But neither do I
        mean to write a confession, as I am not looking for repentance to
        ease  my  mind.  This  is  just  a  picture  of  an  ordinary  man,  which  is
        amusing to look at.
           In  the  old  world,  before  the  Machine  Age,  when  the  horse
        provided the  only conveyance,  men were anchored to the  place of
        their birth. Generation after generation were born and buried in the
        same town for centuries; one could see on those old tombstones in
        the cemetery names two hundred years old. But it never came to my
        mind  when  I  was  young  to  ask  my  father  or  mother  about  their
        grandparents; my children have asked many times about their great-
        grandparents, and it is disappointing to me not to know the name of
        my father’s grandmother. Had there been a record kept of the family
        history, I would have known her name.
           It would also have been of the greatest interest to me to know the
        history of my father’s youth. I more or less acted in my youth like my
        father,  either  from  inheritance  or  some  outside  influence.  But  I
        cannot compare my actions with his in his youth. I do not know of
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