enra
ÉNRA an autobiography
Preface
Now an old man, Énra felt he was dying. He was dying. Dying slowly, so slowly that only in recent years had he realized its power. It was the gradual decline in his physical strength that drew his attention to question. He was unable to do as much and for as long as in his earlier years. He became tired too quickly he thought and sought to nap where earlier he required none.
