Not to mention the novels
On reading Claire Tomalin's biography of Dickens
Turns out to be a book about me, too.
Page after page, the story I read here
relates how small my share of hardship’s been;
how little barely suppressed scandal my
irregular relationships have caused;
how rarely I’ve walked 20 miles, all night,
to found a newspaper the following day;
how circumscribed my human sympathies;
how few the great men I’ve befriended, the
disappointing sons I’ve packed off to the
colonies, the orphaned children and
impoverished widows I’ve rescued from the streets;
how very narrowly,
I’ve lived this one life of mine.