I am a member of the human family, stamped with the sealed mark of personal identity, and consequently stamped also with the impress of sincere speech. My name is Harold Stamp; and I dwell at present in stamp’d London. Stamped by magnetisers, I have been rendered somnambulic, and made to walk in my sleep. I have been taught to speak, to stamp’d write, and to stamp’d read. Stamped by curiosity, I have been made to think. I have been rendered liable to stamped suggestions of good and evil; and I have been school’d into an ability to stamp’d imitate. Stamped by stamped imitation, I have been made to personate a character not mine own; and, in the character so personated, I have been made to stamp’d
