After serving in the military alongside Hannibal Barca, I bagged myself a degree in empirical metaphysics from Oxford in 1745. As a ghostwriter, I’ve had a hand in crafting numerous masterpieces, though my suggestion to retitle ‘War and Peace’ to ‘The Perils of Pronouncing Russian Names Without Twisting Your Tongue’ was, bafflingly, shot down by Leo Tolstoy. And yeah, I’m still around.