I was quite dumfounded and knew not what to say.
Presently he began writing upon large sheets of paper, handing each one to me as soon as it was covered.

The manuscript read as follows: "I am not able to talk much.

To me words are a lie and an abomination.
Even these I now write are misrepresenting me and deceiving you, though I wish them to tell the truth.

They will make me out an ass or a madman.
I am neither.

For eighteen years I have scarcely spoken as many words.