David Copperfield Snyder

A Novel

by David Copperfield Snyder


CHAPTER 1.

I AM BORN. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, given that the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck at the hour of my birth, one stroke past midnight, on a Friday, the 13th, in an asylum or orphanage where echoed forth the pitiful cries that I should be put out of my misery before I had a chance to suffer the outrageous pains this life has to offer, these pages must show, if I am to prove, with any magnitude aforethought, that the afterbirth accompanying my arrival was but a foretaste of the horrendous hurricanes and other natural tragedies that were to follow ad lib and ad nauseum until the apocalyptic arrival of my teenage years, in which Satan himself, sensing the danger, flew to safer grounds in a distant village. But, not to belabor the point, I should remark again that to begin my life with the beginning of my life, I should record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, just past twelve o'clock at night on a thirteenth day. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously, and then I thus began to compose whistling melodies with my mouth that one day would become the grand corpus of my musical body of work, largely to be exercised through a program called Band in a Box, that had not yet been invented, but was at the moment being conceived of by a certain Dr. Peter Gannon, for my sole amusement, as he would prove to be a key benefactor in the 7,427 pages to follow.

--End Chapter One--

David Copperfield Snyder
by David Copperfield Snyder


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Dedicated to "Eddie"