I am a paragon of the British aristocracy. I am in debt to tailors, boot makers, merchants, publicans, bankers, moneylenders, and sundry creditors. I was chucked out of school, rusticated from Oxford, ejected from countless bawdy houses, and am generally considered in Town and County the bravest blade. I am valiant in pursuit of foxes, dauntless in the massacre of birds, heroic in a steeplechase, intrepid at the gaming table, spirited at the theatre, gallant in the boudoir, untiring in the bawdy house, gracious at the ball, witty in the coffee house. I am the modish model of elusive ton, taste and fashion. To my parents I bring pride, expense, summonses for debt and proposals of marriage. In short I am the model son. And how do they reward me? Here is your narrator, your guide, your HERO – sent into exile. To Greece of all ruinated places. And with what dreadful company? Read more