title: Thoughts from a naked, unshackled mind
author:  Anno Nomius 
description: <b>why this book <br><div>It's 3 am in the morning,3:12 to be exact and I am here thinking, you've guessed it..:-)..<b><i> naked unshackled thoughts</i></b>. I am thinking about why anything is pursued. It usually is because of a need, to fulfill a need and often a want.<br><br>I started writing this book sometime back and all along I have wanted it to be different and I was writing for the regular Joe and Jane...who at the end of a long frustrating day is asking...what am I doing..how is what is happening around me affecting me..why am I here..where am I going. <br><br>That is what I have tried to answer in this book. I did not start by writing humor or anything else for that matter but it turned out so or atleast that's what I think..:-). I dislike labeling but if I was to label this work it would be in the genre of humor/self help but again I am not preaching anything. Every person is unique and I would not want to change that but I do hope regular folks read this book and get a perspective in life.</div><div><br>I am often asked who is your target audience. This book is so different, are you sure this is a book at all..:-). My answer is it's possibly...40+ beer guzzling pot bellied balding middle aged men..:-)..who really have stopped caring..or it could be a teenager 18 or older who is just starting off in life and who can take in some advice (parents know how that goes..:-)..)..and also ladies who are chilled in life and can enjoy their drink and are not uptight..:-). Well you decide for yourself what this book is about. I am done, it's 3:35 am..:-).Happy Reading..enjoy the book.</div>
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  # The Author of Beltraffio
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### Henry James
  
  
  Chapter I
  
  
  Chapter II
  
  
  Chapter III
  
  
  Chapter IV
  
  
  
  
  
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  ### CHAPTER I
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  Much as I wished to see him I had kept my letter of introduction
  
  
  three weeks in my pocket-book. I was nervous and timid about
  
  
  meeting him--conscious of youth and ignorance, convinced that he was
  
  
  tormented by strangers, and especially by my country-people, and not
  
  
  exempt from the suspicion that he had the irritability as well as the
  
  
  dignity of genius. Moreover, the pleasure, if it should occur--for
  
  
  I could scarcely believe it was near at hand--would be so great that
  
  
  I wished to think of it in advance, to feel it there against my
  
  
  breast, not to mix it with satisfactions more superficial and usual.
  
  
  In the little game of new sensations that I was playing with my
  
  
  ingenuous mind I wished to ke