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04/20/2004: "Trustworthy?"

I am circumspect. Perhaps I am obscure. But am I trustworthy? I do take seriously the Shakespeare-lintel over this door, but this journal is a door, not a window, and I am opening it only so far. It's beyond the limits of my patience, and my vanity, to attempt an exhaustive inventory of my day's activities, thoughts and desires. I'll tell you the truth, so far as I can, but I can't guarantee that you'll understand it, mainly because I leave so much out. That probably makes this a pretty irritating page to read, now that I think of it, but like I say, it's all true, and it doesn't take very long to get through.