I see my life in many ways as the stuff of the ordinary and for this very reason it is my hope that others who read my memoirs will come to see in their own ordinary lives other stuff worthy of putting into words and finding a meaning that is there but, somehow, has slipped under the surface and can not be seen. Like Thoreau I have sucked out all the marrow of life that I could find from bones that were available and which I could add to my meal as millions of others have done also.
For readers, it is my hope, as it was of Benjamin Franklin, that what I write, “every accent, every emphasis, every modulation of voice will be so perfectly well turned and well placed,” as to be pleasing, even if readers are not interested in the subject. I would like, too, as the Austrian novelist Elias Canetti phrased it, that my autobiography contain on every page something no one has ever heard of. I think it quite possible that it does. Sad to say many readers probably don’t want to know of it and most people will never read it at all.
But in life one's hope must be realistic or, so often,disappointment sets in and then depression.--Ron Price, Tasmania
