A Dog's Life [antikvár]

Destiny^ Celebrity^ Proust and Me ife is unfair, as we all know, and a good thing too. If it had gone according to plan, I would still be chained up outside some farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, living on short rations and barking at the wind. But fortunately, some of us are marked out by fate to overcome humble beginnings and succeed in a competitive world. Lassie comes to mind, for instance, and that small creature who seems to spend his entire life with his head at an unnatural angle, listening to an antique gramophone. Rather him than me, but I suppose there's not a great choice for terriers. Noisy little brutes with limited intelligence, in my experience. As my memoirs unfold, I shall describe my progress through life in more detail - all the way from birth to my present eminence, not forgetting the times of struggle, the months in the wilderness, house-hunting, curious encounters, milestones, turning-points and so on. But for the moment, let us put these [I]