("The Digressions of V")

[fiefoe]

Of all the books I didn't make a proper go of, this makes me feel guiltier than most. Elihu Vedder's congenial biography must have laid undisturbed in the stacks for quite a spell, before I so carelessly ruined its downtime.

The only amusing bit I remember:
    "My father belonged to the militia, ... and armed with musket and bayonet he inspired awe; but he someies attended drill with a simple umbrella, as did other."