Listen, I was there when you were born. I was not your father; I was not your uncle. And I was not in anyway related to you. My home was in the North: your home, in the East – the distant East, just an undefined passion. A mechanical urge gathered from experience, and an endeared devotion to a duty without a call. The plea flew from your eyes like a spear, and drilled rapidly through my heart, and fetched the indulgence I never knew existed in me...