autobiographist

Updated: May 19, 2025

'One wintry afternoon, not long after I came to London, the autobiographist will tell you, 'I happened to be in Cheyne Walk, bent on I know not what errand, when I saw coming slowly along the pavement an old grey-bearded man. He wore a hat of the kind that was called in those days a "wide-awake," and he leaned heavily on a stick which he carried in his right hand.

Sir Max Beerbohm - And Even Now