Invisible

My sister had the interesting experience the other day, of sitting in an audience while a work which she had ghost-written was discussed. Nobody knew that the author was in their midst. I am in a similar position today. In the early hours of this morning, an essay was published by a man who, according to some mathematical formula apparently, has been ranked no. 51 among living philosophers. While he wrote most of it, I wrote the "book ends" -- the start and the finish. Yet I am invisible. I am watching therefore with interest. On the surface of it, it looks as though the piece is doing well.

POSTSCRIPT: In two days, the essay made it into a Top of the Pops chart -- bumping one of my own essays out of the chart.