A chronicle of a time not too terribly long ago. A man setting down to compose it, to draft it. He is older than most men. Also he has refused to speak for a number of years. People try to speak with him but he, for his part, will not speak to them.
When composing or drafting a chronicle one must be certain about certain things. Details, for instance, must be exact, and opinions must be contextualized. This man, the chronicler, knows all this, he having been professionally trained to competently carry out such a task. This should, then, inspire confidence in us, the reader of the chronicle, if ever we are to read the thing. Since the likelihood of this happening is slight, however, it does not seem appropriate to continue discussing the chronicler or his chronicle any further.
When composing or drafting a chronicle one must be certain about certain things. Details, for instance, must be exact, and opinions must be contextualized. This man, the chronicler, knows all this, he having been professionally trained to competently carry out such a task. This should, then, inspire confidence in us, the reader of the chronicle, if ever we are to read the thing. Since the likelihood of this happening is slight, however, it does not seem appropriate to continue discussing the chronicler or his chronicle any further.
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