The interesting genius Crane Grey opened his commonplace book and began transcribing his brilliant daily introspections. The afternoon light was nothing to note particularly. The shadows cast in the hazy corners of his cold water flat overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge were also unremarkable. However, there was this little green object in the corner that was worth describing in excruciating detail. Also there was a guy next door who was silly. But none of that was really to his purpose, for he meant his writings to reflect his inner psychological state, which was very interesting. He had these brilliant ideas about things, which, if anybody ever knew what they were, would be sure to horrify them, even though nobody did ever know what they were. And he was really neurotic, always worrying about stuff and being scared of stuff, but that just added to his genius and made him more interesting. Also, he had inner demons, which were quite mean, frequently going through the considerable trouble of bringing him to his knees. And contradictions? On the one hand he would think one brilliant thing, but on the other hand he would think quite the contrary interesting thing. Plus, he was eccentric and wore interesting clothes. This was the mind of the interesting genius, Crane Grey.
He put down his commonplace book, satisfied with his day’s work, and began doing other interesting things, like drinking Pepsi.
Point taken.