Once upon a time…

…there lived in Utrecht, The Netherlands, a man called Philip. He was relaxed, respectable, happy. One day he bended his life for the sake of becoming a writer; he practiced, practiced some more, and practiced even more.

This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling. And although there is plenty of space on a tombstone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man’s life, detail is always welcome.