I was going to try and see myself as I was—­naked.  To be of the slightest value, everything I set down must be absolutely accurate and the result of faithful observation.  I believed I was a good observer.  I had heard myself described as a “cold proposition,” and coldness was a sine qua non of my enterprise.  I must brief my case as if I were an attorney in an action at law.  Or rather, I must make an analytical statement of fact like that which usually prefaces a judicial opinion.  I must not act as a pleader, but first as a keen and truthful witness and then as an impartial judge.  And at the end I must either declare myself innocent or guilty of a breach of trust—­pronounce myself a faithful or an unworthy servant.

I must dispassionately examine and set forth the actual conditions of my home life, my business career, my social pleasures, the motives animating myself, my family, my professional associates, and my friends —­weigh our comparative influence for good or evil on the community and diagnose the general mental, moral and physical condition of the class to which I belonged.

To do this aright, I must see clearly things as they were without regard to popular approval or prejudice, and must not hesitate to call them by their right names.  I must spare neither myself nor anybody else.  It would not be altogether pleasant.  The disclosures of the microscope are often more terrifying than the amputations of the knife; but by thus studying both myself and my contemporaries I might perhaps arrive at the solution of the problem that was troubling me—­that is to say, why I, with every ostensible reason in the world for being happy, was not!  This, then, was to be my task.

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I have already indicated that I am a sound, moderately healthy, vigorous man, with a slight tendency to run to fat.  I am five feet ten inches tall, weigh a hundred and sixty-two pounds, have gray eyes, a rather aquiline nose, and a close-clipped dark-brown mustache, with enough gray hairs in it to give it dignity.  My movements are quick; I walk with a spring.  I usually sleep, except when worried over business.  I do not wear glasses and I have no organic trouble of which I am aware.  The New York Life Insurance Company has just reinsured me after a thorough physical examination.  My appetite for food is not particularly good, and my other appetites, in spite of my vigor, are by no means keen.  Eating is about the most active pleasure that I can experience; but in order to enjoy my dinner I have to drink a cocktail, and my doctor says that is very bad for my health.