Because I forgot, Amos.

Do you seriously think I'd like credit for that??? Do you think I wanted you to think that it was me who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish? No, I am arm'd for Virtue when I point the pen, to brand the bold front of shameless, guilty men, to dash the proud gamester in his gilded car, and bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star.