The Late Mattia Pascal

One of the few things, in fact about the only thing I was sure of was my name: Mattia Pascal. Of this I took full advantage also. Whenever one of my friends or acquaintances so far lost his head as to come and ask me for a bit of advice on some matter of importance, I would shrug my shoulders, squint my eyes, and answer: "My name is Mattia Pascal!” "That's very enlightening, old man! I knew that much already!” "And you don't feel lucky to know that much?” There was no reason why he should that I could see. But at the time I had not realized what it meant not to be sure of even that much - not to be able to answer on occasion, as I had formerly answered: "My name is Mattia Pascal!” - Taken from "The Late Mattia Pascal (Il fu Mattia Pascal)" written by Luigi Pirandello