"...i only thought to make
i knew not what; nor did i undertake
thereby to please my neighbour; no, not i,
i did it my own self to gratify.
neither did i but vacant seasons spend
in this my scribble; nor did i intend
but to divert myself in doing this,
from worser thoughts, which make me do amiss."

-john bunyan, "the pilgrims's progress."