A few years ago, in a class of French literature back in my hometown, I was introduced to European Romanticism which immediately aroused my desire of being truthful to myself. Unfortunately, I have been incapable of doing that because of my always being a bad student.

I have long been longing to be a writer, which is an adventurous journey to the land of mystery. Many warriors of this profession cannot even pacify their hunger, not to mention a great majority of the famous ones is exploited post-humorously by some speculator. Telling my readers that I just like to write and do not care about fame is a total lie, though I have to admit that a writer has barely absolute control over his reputation.

Alone am I afraid of pursuing the unknown. I have been lacking the strength and courage to let go of my passion previously. From now on, Werther Armand will be the spokesman and guardian of my feelings. I want him to live intensively his beautiful life to complement my ardor.

This is the overture of the Romance of the Chinese man.

P.S. I am not a native speaker of English. So, making language mistakes is inevitable. Please just be generous to me and let me know so that I can polish the flaws.


4 thoughts on “Overture

  1. Hey, can’t wait to read more from Armand, I think the journey into the mysterious land of writing adventures will be definitely worth my while… so I shall accompany you… 🙂 Off we go!

  2. Pingback: On Paris « Romance of the Chinese man

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