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However, it was not always so, for in the past when I first lived it was not as rare, but
               nevertheless still uncommon even then. Yet, I knew a family of that name. And it was they
               who were my forebears and the cause of all that I was and who I would become. They had, in
               fact, only fanned the flames which their ancestors had begun in times even more distant from
               the beginnings of my own holocaust on the innocent; in the time when the Romans ruled my
               land.

               I must make it clear from the very outset in these words I now do write, that I have been a
               person, who for some reason once unbeknown to me, preferred the past to the present. From
               my very earliest memories I have always felt most comfortable in learning of events, far
               distant, and all but forgotten; lost in the closed pages of history, rather than those of the now
               or those just gone from memory. My preferment for the past was also selective, in that some
               eras were of greater interest to me than others; and then only particular aspects of them.
               Furthermore, all were centred around England alone, and in particular London and the area to
               its East and to its North.

               My affinity for the past manifested itself in every aspect of the life I now lead. I not only
               spoke in a manner better suited to a previous age, with words and phrases that were strange to
               all those I met in this world of today. Even the very profession in which I was engaged was
               most admirably suited to what I can only call my obsession to dwell in the past. This
               obsession caused me in the middle of my life to abandon my then occupation in the modern
               world; one which went against my very conscience and being; for it was entirely directed at
               creating atomic weapons that used the same physics that enabled the Sun to shine and to give
               life to our Earth. To my mind, I was aiding that which brought only death by a fire forged in
               hell; one that could only bring upon Armageddon itself.

               My complete transformation was brought about by embracing myself in the means to dwell in
               the past, yet still barely exist in the present. I first studied the many records kept by state,
               church and others. Then I learned to read and write the languages of bygone times; to a time
               when scribes wrote in Latin; and the Royal Court of England spoke the Norman French of
               William the Conqueror. I became proficient in the handwriting styles of these times; that very
               few today will see anything but indecipherable words. I did not stop there; I went back in
               time even further. I learned to read and write in the tongue of my Anglo-Saxon forebears; the
               race that was the very origin of my now unique name. I also became fluent in Blazonry, the
               language of Heraldry, whereby I could describe using its ancient words, the Heraldic
               Achievement – the coat of arms, its helm and crest, along with its supporters and mottoes.

               At the end of this prolonged period of study, I had evolved to enable me to practice a new
               profession, that of a Genealogist; one familiar with and entirely at ease with the almost
               myriad of documents that could tell me of my past lives. All such documents were known to
               me in the most intimate of detail. I was without equal in this my true vocation, no other who
               practiced the same, possessed the consummate skills I had now acquired. It was if it they
               were not new to me; for none could acquire such proficiency as I had, without prior insight
               into all that I now knew. But even all of this was not sufficient to satisfy my wish to be dwell
               in the past, but yet disappointedly, be still forced to exist in the present. I had to do more to
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