Tom

It isn’t true— most of what they write about me. I’m bigger than my father’s thumb, even when I was born. I didn’t ever meet King Arthur; he was way before my time. Similarly, if she ever existed, I’ve never met the queen of fairies. I was never swallowed by a cow or by a giant, or by a fish, and I’ve never fallen into a pudding. I don’t know how anyone got those ideas. I’m not a cheat, or a ladies man. I’ve led an ordinary life, doing ordinary things with ordinary successes and failures. Even now at the end of my life, I don’t know what to say about myself that would interest anyone else.