The Letter of Jack London, Oakland, April 3, 1901 
«Did I say that the human might be filed in categories? Well, and if I did, let me qualify - not all humans. You elude me. I cannot place you, cannot grasp you. I may boast that of nine out of ten, under given circumstances, I can forecast their action; that of nine out of ten, by their word or action, I may feel the pulse of their hearts. But of the tenth I despair. It is beyond me. You are that tenth.»
Пыталась добиться вида старой бумаги, раскрасив ее акварелью и нарисовав рваные края :) - получилось?