Sometimes I feel that I have been most unlucky with my writings. I remain undiscovered, that is. But I just realized that I have actually been shamefully lucky.

Addendum (October 5, 2016)

Shamefully lucky, indeed. And especially for a hermit, like me. At this stage of my life, I cringe at the thought of being discovered. To begin with, it would be for entirely wrong reasons, at least in my own mind. More important, I would have to start hiding from all the fans, journalists, and other detractors. I can only hope that I will remain undiscovered till my last breath. Luckily, this is a question of a couple of decades at most, and maybe even of just a few years. What happens afterwards is none of my business, anyway.